I am a master in India

Chapter 86 Chosen by Slaanesh

Ron's method was simple. Since it was all about bribery, he might as well be more open.

He asked Sharma to take out 100 lakh rupees as activity fee and go directly to the head of the lending bank.

The only purpose was to make the loan a bad debt and cancel all mortgage contracts.

Banks have bad debts every year, and not all loans issued can be recovered, otherwise there wouldn’t be so many deadbeats.

This is called legitimate loss, and some banks even have loss limits within their banks.

You see, isn't this reasonable?

I am the great India, the kingdom of God on earth. Who can say anything if the bank has some bad debts? Do you believe I can smear cow dung on your face?
After hearing this, Sharma slapped his belly. He almost forgot this traditional skill.

America has Commissioner Smith, and India can also have Commissioner Rajesh.

"But isn't 100 million rupees a bit too much?" Sharma felt a little painful.

"Hey man, you owe the bank nearly 5 million. Is there any better deal than using % of the cost to pay off this debt?" Ron was a little speechless. This guy was definitely a black-hearted capitalist.

"It's a good idea, but the former bank officials kind of hate me now."

Ron glanced at him. "You're quite self-aware. It's a good thing they didn't issue a wanted notice for you after you disappeared."

"I know some officials who can act as a go-between for you, but it will cost you over 100,000 yuan in funds."

"Okay! As long as we can settle this account." Sharma gritted his teeth and agreed.

He had already paid a million, so a few hundred thousand wouldn't hurt. He didn't want to be on the wanted list unless it was absolutely necessary.

At this point, today's negotiations have reached a preliminary verbal agreement.

Ron cut the price of the land down to 1000 million rupees, and then used US dollars as bait to further reduce the price to 700 million rupees.

The black-hearted capitalist Sharma certainly didn't get that much in the end, as he still had to spend more than one million to bribe the bank.

After a careful calculation, damn, it doesn't seem to be much more than selling it to the gangs.

But Sharma had no intention of going back on his word, because Ron was trading in US dollars, and that was US dollars.

India's economy has been liberalized for a year, but the government's foreign exchange reserves have not improved at all, and the country is still short of US dollars.

The matter was settled, and Ron felt indescribably happy. Finally, he had taken another step forward in his career.

"Ron, what is your factory going to produce?" Anand asked curiously.

"India has too many textile factories and doesn't need this one. I want to produce electrical appliances, which is what the Indian people need most."

"Wow! High-tech, then you'll need a lot of engineers."

"You also know engineers?" Ron looked at him with admiration.

"Everyone knows that the ideal career for Indian women is doctor, and the ideal career for Indian men is engineer."

"I thought the ideal career for Indians was government official."

“Oh, that’s definitely number one, but engineers are the first choice after officials.”

To put it bluntly, becoming an engineer is the ceiling for people of lower castes. Officials? That's the preserve of the upper castes.

"Right, Ron. Since we're so happy today, let's go find some fun."

"What kind of fun is this?" Ron gave him a suspicious look. "What are you planning?"

"Come with me, quickly, I promise you won't regret it."

"Wait, where are we going?"

"Get in the car!" Anand stepped on the accelerator and drove Ron towards an alley not far away.

He had already inquired about it and found out that there was a hotel nearby that had a lot of exciting programs.

When Ron stepped into the corridor on the second floor of the hotel, he felt something was wrong.

"Are you planning to find a call girl?"

"She's a very beautiful woman," Anand said excitedly. "She's fat, and fat in the most important and crucial places. No matter where you grab her, you can hold it full. You will be very excited and addicted to it!"

"Oh my god!" Ron stopped dead in his tracks. "Are you serious?"

"You don't like her? It doesn't matter, you will be fascinated by her as soon as you see her." "No, I'm not in the mood, I know many more beautiful girls."

"It's okay to be in a bad mood, Ron Baba. Just get started and your bad mood will improve real quick!"

"Don't call me daddy!"

"Please, Ron, we're already here. Let's meet her first. She's very experienced. Those people told me that she's served hundreds of guests in this restaurant alone!"

"yue~"

"Don't be like this Ron, if I don't go see her I won't get my deposit back," Anand begged.

"Have you paid yet?"

"Yes, reservations are required."

"Why would you think that?" Ron stared at him.

"You are surrounded by foreign girls and no Indian girls. This is prejudice. I want to broaden your horizons. India also has very charming women. I have to bring glory to my country." Anand sighed, raised his hands, and then let them fall to both sides of his body, looking helpless.

"Okay!" Ron imitated him and made a helpless gesture, "I'll just go take a look and let you keep your deposit."

They walked to the other end of the corridor and stopped outside a room. Anand was shaking with excitement, his eyes wide and worrying.

Following his eye signal, Ron knocked on the door. Almost instantly, the door opened and a fifty-year-old woman stood at the door.

She was wearing a red and yellow sari and glared at them fiercely. In the room behind her were several other men, wearing dhotis and white hats, sitting on the floor eating potatoes, rice, and flatbread.

The woman walked out of the room to the corridor, locked the door, and looked at Anand intently.

Anand was a head shorter than her, not even reaching her shoulders. Facing the woman's fierce gaze, he responded with the obedient expression of a school bully's henchman.

"See, Ron?" he whispered, still keeping his eyes on the woman. "I'm right, right?"

A vein popped out of Ron's forehead. This was an ordinary woman, with a bulbous nose, a large face, and thin lips that puckered up in disdain, making her mouth look like a clam with a stick stuck in it.

The powder on her face and neck was so thick that it resembled that of a common geisha, and her stern expression made her look like a villain.

“Show it to him,” Anand said in Marathi.

The woman then pulled her sari up, revealing a large, round belly. She pinched a few ounces of flesh with her short, thick fingers and raised her eyebrows at Ron, hoping to get his praise.

Ron's face remained expressionless, while Anand groaned and his eyes widened.

Seeing this, the woman's face was filled with anger. She glanced around the corridor, then lifted her shirt a little higher. Then she grabbed the thing and swung it up and down several times, blinking continuously, her expression full of ill will, contempt, and ridicule.

Anand's eyes opened wider, his mouth opened wide, and he began to gasp.

Ron still had no expression on his face, and seemed to be restraining something.

The woman was anxious. She shook her head from side to side, letting her long black hair, which was braided into a braid, fall to her chest. She grabbed the braid with both hands and squeezed her fingers under the braid like squeezing toothpaste.

Finally, as she squeezed and kneaded, a thick layer of coconut oil accumulated on her fingers.

Coconut oil dripped from the braid onto the worn, bleached carpet.

"You know, Ron," Anand slurred, staring at the dripping oil in amazement, his expression hungry and almost fearful. "If you really don't want to, I can use the deposit myself."

"Yue~" Ron couldn't control himself any longer, covered his mouth and ran away.

He ran all the way to the bathroom and lay over the basin, retching for several minutes.

The stench in Mumbai streets can't be that terrible, right? Oh my god, is this guy Anand a follower of Slaanesh?
After finally suppressing the churning in his stomach, he looked up and saw Anand standing at the door in a daze.

Ron looked at his watch. It had only been about five minutes since he came in.

"Wow, Ron!" he groaned happily, grinning at the ceiling. "I was right, she's an experienced woman."

Ron looked at him, bewildered.

"Really!" He looked intoxicated, his short legs even starting to shake. "She gave me a great service, and I'm sure she enjoyed it too. Come on, let's go have some drinks and celebrate!"

"Anand, are you really a Hindu? Not a member of some weird church or salon?"

"Oh, what are you talking about? Of course I am loyal to the Lord Mora. Let's not talk about this for now. Let's have some wine. I need to calm down."

Anand pulled Ron downstairs, and as they stepped into the street, several figures quietly followed them.

(End of this chapter)