I am a master in India

Chapter 91 New Gameplay

Ron didn't know what Hard Khan wanted him to do for him, or why it had anything to do with Urdu.

But he knew that today's meeting had entered into the core topic. Most of the time, transactions were concluded in a few words in this noisy environment.

"What do I need to do?" he asked.

"Travel agency." Hadhan withdrew his gaze from the stage.

Ron gave him a questioning look, somewhat puzzled.

"It's time for your travel company to expand. I told you that when your company is big enough, I'll introduce you to another business, a travel agency."

Ron recalled their first long conversation, when he hadn't taken Hadhan's words to heart.

It now seems that his travel company has grown enough to attract Khadhan's attention.

"I don't quite understand. What does this have to do with travel agencies?"

"Tourism is a particularly lucrative sector for currency trading. Foreigners coming to India are one sector, while Indians leaving India are another.

Your company only welcomes foreigners but does not send locals abroad. Only by developing both businesses can you earn the most profitable part of the tourism industry."

Ron's current company mainly serves foreigners, while the travel agency is the opposite, serving Indians.

Although both essentially serve tourists, their operating models are very different.

Take Ron’s current travel information company as an example. He doesn’t need to invest too much to start this business in Mumbai.

The travel agency wanted him to take Indian clients to various locations around the world and take care of their food, drinks, and entertainment. It was easy to imagine that the latter was a daunting task, as Ron had to master all the resources for popular travel routes around the world.

He didn't think he could do it now, and he had no intention of investing.

"Khaderbhai, travel agencies are very troublesome, and I don't have the money to explore foreign travel routes right now."

"No, Ron, you misunderstood." Khaderbhai laughed. "I said Urdu, Persian Gulf."

"This travel agency specializes in tourism to the Persian Gulf?" Ron frowned. "Indians prefer to travel to Europe and the United States. Honestly, the Persian Gulf isn't very attractive."

"Ron, your thoughts shouldn't be limited to tourism itself. As I said just now, tourism is only a part of currency trading. Currency trading is the key."

"Foreign exchange black market?" Ron finally understood.

“Yes, there are millions of Indians working in the Persian Gulf region, including Saudi Arabia, Dubai, Abu Dhabi, Muscat, Bahrain, Kuwait, and so on, and if they want to go abroad, they cannot do without the operations of travel agencies.

These Indian workers are contracted for three, six, or even twelve months. They work as domestic workers, cleaners, and laborers in wealthy Gulf countries, often receiving foreign currency wages.

Ron thought of Farouk, the eldest son of slum boss Taj Ali, who was working in Kuwait and shared his work experience abroad with people around him every time he came back.

"When Indian workers get foreign currency, the first thing they do is change it into rupees. In the past, they would come to my place to exchange money after returning, so they could earn a few more rupees using the black market exchange rate, but that was too much trouble."

A waiter came over with a cut-glass bowl filled with slices of mango, papaya, and watermelon. Johnny stood up to greet him, not letting him get any closer.

"There are too many scattered people here and there, and everyone is bargaining. Everyone has a different bottom line in mind. It's too troublesome." Hadhan picked up a piece of watermelon and stuffed it into his mouth.

"So? I didn't expect the travel agency to play any role in this." Ron took a piece of papaya, the fruit melted in his mouth, and the fruity fragrance filled the air.

"My Arab employer and I plan to skip the labor link. They will come to me to exchange rupees, and then pay the workers directly in rupees as wages. This link requires a transit station, and your travel agency is an excellent choice."

Ron had already completed the transaction chain in his mind. The Arab employer exchanged rupees from Khad Khan at a slightly favorable exchange rate. This way, he would have extra rupees on hand, and after paying the wages, there would be a net profit.

For many Persian Gulf employers, the lure of financial crime is irresistible. Beneath their luxurious beds lie piles of undeclared, untaxed cash, which, for Khadhan, is foreign currency. A separate black market chain has emerged, expatriates from India exchange their wages for rupees upon returning home. These workers welcome this exchange, offering a more attractive rupee rate than the official exchange rate without having to deal directly with savvy black marketeers.

The Arab bosses are also very happy because, as mentioned above, they can make extra money from the workers' wages.

Black market traders are also happy because large amounts of US dollars, marks, Saudi riyals and UAE dirhams continue to flow into the river of demand created by Indian businessmen.

Only the Indian government was excluded, and none of the millions of people involved in this trade felt ashamed of it.

Now Ron is going to be a part of it. His travel agency is responsible for providing rupees to Arab employers and also for collecting excess foreign currency from workers.

Only travel agencies can do this. It is the only way for workers to go abroad and return home, and no one can escape.

"Your travel agency will be qualified to apply for visas, and I will help you with that. Every worker who leaves or returns through your travel agency will also pay a service fee of 2,000 rupees."

Hadhan's warm palm was still on Ron's arm. He was making an offer. The land was not enough to repay the huge profits that such a cross-border transaction could bring.

Millions of Indians go out to work every year. Khad Khan cannot accommodate all the customers, and Ron cannot receive that many people every year.

But thousands or tens of thousands of people is not difficult, that's enough. This is true for both Hadhan and Ron.

Hadhan was responsible for eating up the black market profits brought by three months, six months, and one year's wages of tens of thousands of people, and Ron collected service fees from tens of thousands of people every time they went abroad and returned home.

Well, Ron just did a rough calculation and was shocked by the huge profit.

His current company's annual profit is only over 10 million rupees, which includes all the black and white income including commission, black market, selling dirty goods, and providing special services.

But Khadhan opened a new door for him. The travel agency business could easily increase the company's profits by four or five times.

He was excited, thrilled, and terrified at the same time.

"So this travel agency offers special itineraries targeting the Persian Gulf?"

"You can say that." Hadehan nodded.

"I have a question, why don't you start this business yourself?"

"Have you ever seen any gangster in Mumbai start his own company?" asked Khadhan.

“No, but.”

"We have a tacit understanding with the police and government officials. Black is black, white is white. Black and white can cooperate, but it must be within certain limits."

If Black people control both violence and wealth, their destructive power will be catastrophic. Order is the foundation of White people's survival and it will not allow this to happen.

"How do travel agencies deliver rupees to Arab employers and collect foreign currency from workers?" Ron had one last question.

"My man will be in charge personally when the time comes. He will not be employed by your travel agency."

"Okay!" Ron agreed readily after his last bit of doubt was dispelled.

He didn't want to get involved in specific transactions, and Had Khan might not be confident in entrusting him with such a huge flow of money.

This is good, he is white and Khad Khan is black, limited cooperation is good for both of them.

"That piece of land" Ron slowly picked up another piece of sugar cube.

"You will get what you want in a week." Hadhan asked the waiter to pour Ron a new cup of black tea.

(End of this chapter)