I am a master in India

Chapter 80: Don’t you guys change the words?

Ron actually knew the producer Mary wanted to introduce him to: Chandra Mehta; they had met several times on set.

"Hey, Ron, glad you're here."

"I'll come here more often in the future. Mary likes this job."

"Oh, that's great, Mary did a great job!" He glanced at them thoughtfully. "Can I have a minute of your time, Ron?"

"of course."

"You guys chat, I'm going to go check out the set." Mary left tactfully.

Ron and Chandra left the stage and walked under a metal gantry that supported a large number of bright lights.

Chandra pushed his baseball cap back, the elastic band holding back his curly hair, making his chubby face look even rounder.

He wore faded Levi's jeans under his big belly, and a tuck shirt from top to bottom, almost completely covering his big belly.

The enclosed studio was a bit humid, his clothes were completely soaked, and he was sweating profusely.

"Brother, how is it here? I've actually been wanting to see you, yaar." His voice made people feel that he had ulterior motives. "Let's go outside and get some fresh air. I'm so hot that my dick is about to burn off."

It was obvious he was trying to decide how to start, and Ron had no intention of interrupting him. There was no need to be so proactive at this point; that was part of the trick to communicating with people.

They wandered between the metal domes, passing actors in costume and script supervisors carrying props and equipment.

On the way, nine beautiful dancing girls in strange feather costumes passed by them on their way to a studio.

Ron's attention was unconsciously drawn to him, his head turned, and his body fell slightly behind.

"Well, Ron, what I wanted to talk to you about is..." He turned his head. "Oh! Are you interested in them, mate?"

Suddenly, Chandra seemed to have found the secret. He was no longer embarrassed as before, and there was a gleam in his eyes.

"No, I'm just curious." Ron shook his head quickly.

"It's all right, old man. You can pick whatever you want, or take them all. I promise Mary won't know."

"Don't!" Ron waved his hand quickly, "Let's talk about what just happened."

"Yaar, if you change your mind, I mean, if you want to see them dance, just come find me." Chandra paused, then touched his arm lightly, "Look, I have a friend who is a businessman, doing business in the United States."

"Wait." Ron paused with a strange look in his eyes. "I forgot what happened first, and I forgot what happened next. Anyway, is your friend having trouble with his dollar cash flow?"

"God, how do you know what I want to say?"

"Don't you guys change your words?"

"What?" Chandra wiped the sweat from his forehead guiltily.

"How many dollars does your friend need to solve his cash flow problem?" Ron simply went straight to the procedure.

"Oh! I think about $50,000 would be enough." He glanced at Ron cautiously, then suddenly changed his words, "If that's too much, $10,000 would be fine."

"No! Just $50,000! But the exchange rate has to be 30% lower than the official one. Is that acceptable?"

"Okay, as long as it's US dollars!" Chandra agreed without hesitation.

In fact, the price is slightly high, but there is too much black money under Chandra's bed, and it must be washed.

Ron was also very satisfied with the deal. He lowered the price by 50% and made a profit of rupees.

If he adds the money he earned from Bollywood extras during this period, he has almost collected 100 million rupees, which brings him one step closer to his goal.

They agreed to meet on set the next day, where Ron would stuff the US dollars into a soft backpack and hand it to him. During peak tourist season, Ron handled over a hundred thousand US dollars a month. Some of it was exchanged for officials, some was kept by Khad Khan, and the rest was saved for emergencies.

Now is the time, these producers are indeed very rich, he has to grasp this line.

When shaking hands with Chandra, Ron deliberately applied enough force to make the other party slightly uncomfortable.

Ron just wanted to make him feel a little pain, a subtle little pain, which would make him focus more intently on the kind smile on Ron's face and the cold eyes above it.

"Chandra, if you're not sure you're going to mess this up, don't even try," Ron warned. The sting of Chandra's hand reached his eyes. "No one likes being fooled, especially my friends."

"Oh, of course not, Baba!" he said jokingly, but the fear in his eyes was unbearable. "No problem! Don't worry! I'm grateful that you're helping me, not my friend."

"Very good. This is our first time working together. I will help more of your friends in the future."

Neither of them mentioned Khad Khan's name, but they both knew it. Chandra assumed the dollars came from Khad Khan, whose terrifying reputation was well known to everyone.

Ron used this to control him. Officials and gangsters could not use this method, but ordinary elites who were rich and powerful were most susceptible to it.

They needed his help, but they didn't dare to face Khad Khan directly, so he became the best person to ask for help from a safe distance.

The two of them walked slowly back to the studio, where Mary and Lena were with the other producers.

"Hey! How's the talk going?" Joseph greeted Ron, but his eyes were looking at Chandra.

"It went very smoothly." They both smiled at the same time.

“I knew it was great!” Joseph laughed.

Obviously, he had a share of the $50,000.

The filming resumed, Chandra and Joseph were busy with their work, while Ron stood idly beside Mary.

"What did you just say this movie is about?"

"It's set in a nightclub, well, a movie nightclub. The hero steals a piece of jewelry from a wealthy politician and hides out there. He sees this girl, Jimi, performing in a big musical number, and he becomes obsessed with her.

When the police show up, he hides the jewelry in her wig. The rest of the story is about him trying to get to her and get the jewelry back. Uh, I guess you think that's a little silly."

"No, no, it's quite amusing," Ron laughed.

"You must be thinking if this happened in the real world, that man would beat her up and take the jewelry back, or even shoot her. I know what you're laughing at, asshole!"

"Which gun?" Ron asked with a smile.

"You still say you don't have it?" Mary couldn't help but pat him.

"What are you talking about?" The clever and eccentric Lena came over.

"He wanted to shoot you!" Mary said angrily.

"Now?" Lena was a little embarrassed. "There are too many people here. I know an unused studio."

"Let's talk about this topic when we get back." Ron covered her mouth. Why did this silly girl say everything out loud?

Lena giggled non-stop, with a smile of success in her eyes.

"By the way, I heard that you have been getting closer to Kavia recently?" Mary changed the subject and asked casually.

Hiss, the air was a little cold, and Ron couldn't help but shiver.

(End of this chapter)