I'm a Master in India

The atmosphere in Mumbai had become less tense. After the riots, two hundred and forty non-governmental organizations worked together to try to restore Mumbai to its former state.

The entire city erected human walls, and citizens used practical actions to demonstrate their determination to unite.

Ron was happy to see such a situation because he was a businessman. Only when people live and work in peace can he have plenty of opportunities to make a fortune.

"This city has only superficially restored order, and undercurrents are surging in private." At Leopold Cafe, Viraj had a different view of the current situation.

"Dude, are you serious? I never want to hide in my room again, not going out for a week," Diran said with a sad face.

The riots in Mumbai had even caused Leopold Cafe to close for several days. Without alcohol, Diran's life was worse than death.

Fortunately, the plumber Ron found sorted out the "root cause" of the pipes in his apartment, otherwise he would have been wallowing in feces for seven days.

"It's hard to say whether there will be riots again, but after this battle, the fault line between Muslims and Hindus has become obvious," Kavya agreed with Viraj's view.

"Did you hear any news?" Ron asked.

"Someone called the newspaper and said that the Muslims would retaliate," Kavya shrugged. "But our editor thinks it's just intimidation. He's heard too many calls like that."

Ron's expression changed slightly, and he thought of Hader Khan's previous warning again.

"Hey, don't worry. The conflict between the two sects has a long history. The government will handle it well. They are experienced." Kavya stretched out her soft arm and put it on Ron's shoulder.

Her movements were extremely natural, but not too intimate. Viraj raised an eyebrow when he saw it, and then unconsciously looked at Hella, while Ron glanced at Lena and Mary sitting on his left.

The latter two's eyes flickered, and Ron seemed to see a hint of mischief, he shifted his butt uncomfortably.

Of course, it is a pleasure to have beautiful girls to accompany you, but if the relationship between each other is subtle, then it is completely another matter.

Definitely no love triangle!

Ron put his right hand around Kavya's shoulders like a friend, but secretly wrapped his left hand around Lena's waist, carefully feeling her softness.

Isn't it wonderful to have beauties on both sides?

He is so brave, he wants them all!

Well, of course, only Lena would spoil him like this. If it were Mary, she might dislocate one of his arms.

"Let's talk about something interesting," Diran said suddenly, "Have you heard of the Palace?"

"The Palace?" Ron was stunned, and Lena's waist also tightened.

"That's right, Mumbai's new fun place, the most luxurious venue."

"That Mrs. Elizabeth?" Ron's face was subtle.

"Oh, you know." Diran was a little surprised, "Have you met her?"

"No." Ron shook his head.

"That's right, no one has ever said that they have seen Mrs. Elizabeth, but the Palace is famous because of her."

Mary stopped her wine glass, Lena's eyes were no longer so delicate, and Ron listened attentively.

When he bought that piece of land, he had dealt with the other party and had some unpleasantness, but he had only heard of her name and never seen her.

"There are many places like the Palace in Mumbai, but Mrs. Elizabeth is the reason to attract guests. Her clients are all rich people, senior corporate executives, politicians, and gang members.

The Palace provides them with foreign girls, all of whom are foreigners. Not a single Indian girl works there. It also provides them with sophisticated facilities to unleash their wildest fantasies.

Those extremely strange illegal pleasures, designed by Mrs. Elizabeth herself, have long been spread throughout the city in private, enough to shock you.

Diran's inside information was very rich. He said that Mrs. Elizabeth's wealth was amazing. Relying on connections and huge bribes, the Palace has not encountered any difficulties from the police.

According to him, Mrs. Elizabeth came from the bear country in the north. She was originally the mistress of a certain KGB agent and was initially active in Delhi.

The KGB agent used her to associate with important officials of the Congress Party. In previous years, the Congress Party ruled India. Therefore, controlling the men of the Congress Party meant controlling India.

There are also different opinions about her activities in Delhi, ranging from scandals, suicides to political assassinations. In short, every version reveals the word "danger".

"Before she came to Mumbai, there were rumors about her on the streets. Now that she has come to Mumbai, it's even more incredible." After a long explanation, Diran picked up his glass and took a big gulp.

"An embassy official I know has been going to the Palace frequently recently," Hella also added a piece of news.

"Damn it, these rich people don't forget to have beauties on both sides when Mumbai is in dire straits!" Viraj complained dissatisfiedly.

Ron, who was holding beauties on both sides, paused and quietly put down his hand. Huh, why aren't Lena's eyes sparkling?

Ron glanced secretly, not only her, but Mary was also sitting there coolly without saying a word.

"Ron, how is your business recently?" Viraj changed the subject again.

"It's the golden tourist season, but I'm sitting here drinking, what do you think?"

"yaar, fewer people have been watching equestrian performances recently. It's all because of the damn riots."

Like Ron, Viraj was a businessman first, and then a Mumbai resident, or other identities. He loved riding horses and also relied on this skill to earn income in an equestrian performance hall.

This kind of business that relies on tourists is destined to experience several months of downturn after the riots.

Viraj was about to discuss other ways to make money with Ron when Adi suddenly came over. Outside Leopold Cafe, Ashish was waiting there.

After throwing a look at Mary and the others, and whispering a few words to Kavya, Ron left the bar.

"Adi said you were looking for me?"

"This is the design scheme of the water cooler, boss, please take a look." Ashish respectfully handed over the manuscript.

"So fast?" Ron was a little surprised, only a day had passed.

"We can't delay your big event. The sooner the factory starts work, the better."

Look, this is what a workhorse should look like. Ron took the manuscript with satisfaction.

The water cooler designed by Ashish faithfully implemented the key points he repeatedly emphasized: simplicity.

From the appearance of the drawing, it is a square box, about the size of a TV.

The front of the box is a hollow cover net, which is also the air outlet of the water cooler. A fan will be installed inside at that time.

On the inside of the cover net, there is a thin layer of gauze or wadding, whose function is to absorb water from the water tank below.

In this way, when the fan is turned on, it can send cool air out of the air outlet.

Water vapor itself will make people feel cool. After evaporation absorbs heat, the body feels even lower.

This is a water cooler, which is much cooler than an electric fan, but not as good as a real air conditioner.

But it is enough for the Indian people. The most important thing is that it is cheap.

"What material are you going to use for these shells?" Ron asked.

"Sheet metal."

"No, use plastic. Sheet metal is easy to rust and costs more."

"I know, boss, but sheet metal is easier to process, but plastic is not."

"Why?" Ron asked strangely.

"We can get all kinds of sheet metal from building materials merchants or the market. Workers can use hammers to manually knock out a usable shell.

But plastic is not possible. You have to have special molds and injection molding machines. These equipments are not easy to get and are very expensive."

Ashish had already considered this. In terms of material cost, sheet metal is of course more expensive. But if the processing cost is comprehensively considered, plastic is more expensive.

This is caused by the embarrassing manufacturing pattern in India. The government has spent money on heavy industry in the past few decades, and various steel plants have sprung up.

However, there is very little investment in light industry related to people's livelihood. There is not even a large-scale plastic factory in the entire Mumbai.

In the case of scarce supporting facilities, sheet metal has become the best choice. At worst, just knock it out by hand. Plastic cannot be made by hand.

This explanation is very hardcore, and Ron has a headache.

Sure enough, it is not so easy to do something in India. In reality, all kinds of strange problems will eventually make you make strange choices.

Indians are not all abstract artists. They are sometimes just forced to have no choice.

"From a long-term perspective, is a plastic shell more cost-effective?" Ron asked again.

"Of course, if there is an injection molding machine, we can make all kinds of shapes. Not only is the cost low, but the appearance is also more attractive than a square sheet metal."

"Then use sheet metal to make a batch of prototypes first and test the effect. I will find a way to deal with the injection molding machine." Ron decided to take the customs route.

"If we can get the equipment, it will be easy!" Ashish danced with joy. He seized the job.

"We also need to think of ways to reduce the material cost. For example, cotton wadding and gauze can be replaced with coconut fiber or straw. In short, the water cooler should be divided into several grades, so that everything can be used to its full potential."

"Okay, boss." Ashish agreed blankly.

He is good at design. Ron is several streets ahead of him in terms of saving money.

"What are your thoughts on the fan blades and motor?" These are the "big items" in the water cooler, and Ron had to figure it out.

"Fan blades can be removed from discarded fans, and injection molding machines can directly produce them in the later stage. As for motors, we can only buy or import them."

India can't even make this thing itself, it's too high-tech. Many of the so-called domestic table fans on the market are foreign OEM products.

Southeast Asia provides cheap parts, and Indian manufacturers buy them and then put on their own brands, which is the so-called domestic glory.

Then find a bunch of media to praise it awkwardly and sell it to the public at a high price. Everyone plays this set of self-deception very well.

Ron sighed. It seemed that he still had to think of a way to import them.

"Let's make a few to try first. The factory is the one we went to last time. I will find someone to cooperate with you. Work hard, your salary will be calculated from today."

"No problem, our water cooler will be launched in at most a week." Ashish agreed as if he had been injected with chicken blood.

No matter what the prospects of this product are, he has at least found a job. Joining the Black Gang and the Shiv Sena was a choice when he had no other way out.

After drawing a pie for Ashish, Ron began to contact Harry again. The matter of importing equipment still had to fall on him.