I'm a Master in India

Although Ron refused a few interview calls, news about him had already spread throughout Mumbai.

After Kavya's photo was published, other newspapers immediately followed suit.

Of course, the first thing they dug up was Ron's life story.

He came from the talented and resourceful state of Uttar Pradesh, and his parents were respected teachers.

They died in a sectarian conflict, at the hands of Muslims.

Now, their son Ron has saved dozens of Muslims in another conflict!

Hiss! Only the saint Baba could do this.

Other newspapers said he had been doing this for a long time; he provided free medical treatment to the poor in the slums, never charging money and never discriminating against their beliefs.

Yaar! Dr. Sur is a good man!

Alright, well, in that case, there's no need to be polite anymore.

Ron changed his previous dismissive attitude towards interview reporters; he welcomed all subsequent interview calls.

"I heard you are a Brahmin? Why would you think of saving your 'mortal enemy' Muslims?"

"Injured people are innocent, I cannot stand by and watch them die."

"Is this your professional integrity as a doctor?"

"I am not a real doctor, my true identity is the founder of Sur Electric."

"Oh, Sur Electric? Are you an industrialist?"

"Yes, Sur Electric's revolutionary product is the water air conditioner, which is the result of our latest technological research."

The word "revolutionary" was somewhat appealing after all, and the reporters patiently listened, but what they were truly concerned about was political issues.

So Ron cooperated and revealed that what the newspaper said was true. He helped the poor with medical treatment, including Hindus, Muslims, Sikhs, and even Christians.

This is great, the reporters' eyes lit up as they wrote furiously.

In interviews like this, everyone gets what they need and cooperates with each other.

Similar conversations occurred in almost every interview call.

In short, Ron kept steering the conversation towards Sur Electric.

The ultimate goal was only one: the water air conditioner.

According to Ron's description, it not only has a cooling effect similar to an air conditioner, but also has a price comparable to an electric fan, making it the most perfect product in the world!

After dealing with several unexpected phone calls, Ron hung up with a flourish, a "pop" sound.

Wonderful, the big event in Mumbai came at just the right time!

The Muslim attacks will inevitably cause commercial activities in Mumbai to be paralyzed for a period of time.

Public places may even be ordered to close, and if it weren't for the previous events, Ron's appliance factory might have died in the womb.

But now it's different, he's famous!

With the promotion of the government, media, and Shiv Sena, Ron Sur's name will inevitably become a hot topic in Mumbai news for a period of time in the future.

Since Ron cannot change this established fact, he might as well go with the flow and make good use of this momentum.

As the reporting deepens, reporters will surely want to dig up more explosive news.

At this time, releasing information about Sur Electric in advance will save reporters who can't find material from fabricating stories.

Oh, right!

He also needed to go to the appliance factory to have Ashish prepare a few beautiful finished water air conditioners.

The factory equipment also needs to be started, and it is best to start working overtime now to produce.

Also, for motor raw materials, Singapore needs to be notified to immediately send another ship of goods over.

Suddenly, Ron found that there were too many things to do.

What about going back to his hometown in Uttar Pradesh? Today we are all Mumbaikars!

Ding-a-ling... The telephone rang again, the sound both loved and hated.

"Ron, I don't know if this is good news?" It was Kavya's voice.

"What?" Ron held his breath.

"The Times of India wants to do an exclusive interview with you. If you agree, you can choose the advertising publication schedule from before."

"So you fought for the conditions that followed?"

"Of course." Kavya's voice was tinged with a smile.

"Good!" Ron agreed without hesitation.

Kavya knew that his entire fortune was invested in the appliance factory and also knew what he needed now.

Ron, this playboy, always went all out for her, and look, the results are here!

This is The Times of India, the newspaper with the highest circulation in India, bar none.

The 600,000 rupees in advertising fees Ron paid before show its "nobility."

The so-called exclusive interview will inevitably be led by the other party, but Ron is not unable to sneak in some private goods.

If used well, this is an unprecedented new product launch.

Thinking of this, Ron couldn't sit still. He had to go to the appliance factory now.

He would slowly compensate Kavya for her "release" later, making sure she couldn't contain herself.

After comforting the uneasy Nia and finding Vinod and a few other trustworthy people, Ron rushed to the suburbs without stopping.

There he met Ajay Lal again, whose uniform was brand new.

"I've been promoted, to Senior Police Inspector." Ajay smiled wryly, "They want me to be in charge of the bombing investigation."

"Oh, congratulations." Ron was a little surprised.

As far as he knew, Senior Police Inspector was the ceiling for junior officers in the Indian police system. Above that was Superintendent, who were truly mid-to-high-level officials.

Ajay only needed to take one more step forward to cross the hurdle that countless people could not cross in their entire lives.

Usually, police officers with more than eight years of service experience are eligible for promotion to Senior Police Inspector. Given Ajay's age in his early thirties, this was clearly a special promotion.

"Alas, never mind," Ajay wasn't that excited, "My office will be moved to the south later, but this is still one of my jurisdictions, you can come to me if you have any problems."

Is the bombing case that easy to investigate? Ajay had no idea; he vaguely realized that the higher-ups had thrown him a hot potato. However, one thing was certain, he hated the bastards who carried out the bombings.

Perhaps because he had the experience of "fighting alongside" Ron, Ajay revealed a lot of inside information to him.

After they parted ways yesterday, Ajay went to Dadar again. There was also an explosion at the gas station there, which was close to the Shiv Sena headquarters building.

The senior officials of Shiv Sena were very nervous, and they ordered Ajay to go into the gas station to check if there were any other bombs.

Those people were politicians, and even his superiors. Ajay was forced by the order to only hold a police baton and search every corner of the gas station. Fortunately, there were no other abnormalities.

Perhaps his heroic performance moved Shiv Sena, or perhaps he had the credit for defusing the bomb at Victoria Terminus, in short, he was inexplicably promoted to Senior Police Inspector.

Now he has twenty detectives under him, not including ordinary police officers. But the work is also much more troublesome; the perpetrators of the bombing must be vicious criminals.

The Shiv Sena government changed its previous evasive and dragging attitude towards Hindu-instigated riots; they vowed to relentlessly pursue and thoroughly investigate Muslim suspects, because this time Shiv Sena was the victim.

Ajay did not refuse such an order. The tragic state of the Mangaldas Market made him want to drag out every participant in the bombing, beat them up, and then send them to prison.

He also told Ron that the perpetrators' targets were the most prominent buildings in Mumbai: the Air India Building, the Stock Exchange, the Taj Mahal Palace Hotel, and the Shiv Sena headquarters all had explosions.

Within one day, over five hundred people died and over a thousand were injured. At Mumbai International Airport, the saboteurs, unable to approach the planes, finally threw grenades at the road leading to the tarmac.

Ron was overwhelmed by the barrage of news; this was the first time he had a complete picture of yesterday's explosions, something even Kavya couldn't grasp so comprehensively.

The airport was indeed bombed, but luckily his store was preserved, and there were no casualties.

The bomb at the train station was also defused by a twist of fate. All things considered, Ron's luck was really good.

At the same time, he could also understand why the government and media were heavily publicizing his deeds. In such an extremely tense atmosphere, everyone desperately needed a hero.

The grand and righteous reports, though cliché, were useful.

At crucial moments, the public is willing to believe and will also numb themselves into believing unconditionally.

At this moment, Ron just wanted to shout, "Good winds lend strength, send me to the clouds!"

After saying goodbye to the hurried Ajay, the first thing Ron did when he arrived at the appliance factory was to call Ashish.

"Where are the final prototypes?"

"Here!" Ashish led him to the office, where three water air conditioners of different sizes were neatly arranged.

Although the bombing made everyone panic, Ashish, who lived in the slums, was much calmer. Muslims were targeting South Mumbai, what did that have to do with their northern suburbs?

Without Ron's instructions, Ashish came to work at the factory the next day on his own initiative. He was truly a qualified workhorse.

"How much has their cost been reduced to now?" Ron's eyes flickered.

"The smallest is 100 rupees, the medium is 230 rupees, and the most fully featured is 500 rupees."

Ashish introduced them to him one by one. They now had three finalized products in total. The cheapest and smallest one was 11 inches wide, just enough for one person to use.

It saved wherever it could. The fan blades were made of poor quality thin plastic, the motor made a lot of noise, and the water tank was pitifully small.

Even the cotton wool responsible for absorbing water was replaced with coconut fiber. This stuff was everywhere on the beach and cost nothing.

The only thing worth mentioning was that the motor rotated very fast, so even if the water tank dried up, it was still good as an electric fan.

Ron automatically ignored these shortcomings. Indian people were not particular at all, as long as it was cheap.

The economy model was originally aimed at the poor. Noise, short cooling time, no gears, and no timer function didn't matter, the key was that the price couldn't be high.

The middle model was the main product, with a width of over 21 inches, enough for a family to use.

Compared to the economy model, it not only had improved materials but also significantly less starting noise and a longer cooling time for the water tank.

In addition, it also had gear and timer buttons at the top. This thing now used a mechanical timer, which cost over 50 rupees each.

Its principle was very simple: the user wound up the mainspring, which drove the gear train to rotate. After the set time, the contacts opened, and the fan stopped.

Ron originally wanted to reduce the cost of the main model to around 200 rupees, but because of this, he could never achieve his goal.

The top model, also the largest, was over 32 inches. Its design was more complex, not only using a high-end mechanical timer to further reduce noise, but Ashish also added a water circulation system to it.

It no longer relied solely on the water tank for water supply but could also be connected to a tap water pipe, thus achieving uninterrupted long-term operation.

Overall, Ron was satisfied. The three products covered most of the consumer groups.

"Have you done a market survey on the market price of ordinary desk fans?" Ron asked again.

"Unknown brand fans are priced between 500 and 800 rupees, while well-known brands like Bajaj and Usha can be as high as 1000 to 1500 rupees."

In those days, considering India's consumption level, electric fans were considered mid-range appliances, and not everyone could afford them.

After all, this price was equivalent to half a month to a month's income for ordinary people, requiring some deliberation to make a decision.

This was good news for Ron. The water air conditioner was positioned higher than an electric fan, but the cost was not much different.

This was the rhythm of selling well, especially at this juncture.

"Ashish, our machines need to start working, and we need more workers!"

Ashish's eyes lit up. He had a large number of relatives and friends to arrange.