I'm a Master in India

Just a few days after the bombing, it has already had a profound impact on various industries in Mumbai.

First, the stock market. The Mumbai Stock Exchange was forced to close for several days after being hit by a bomb. After reopening, the market inevitably plummeted.

The confidence of many foreign investors was shaken, and they began to flee Mumbai one after another.

Markets and shops near the bombing site were also forced to close, and the Mumbai airport has not yet resumed operations.

The already struggling tourism industry is now even worse off. Ron even had the urge to temporarily close his business.

But Hader Khan suddenly called him, also asking to meet.

So half an hour later, Johnny personally came to pick up Ron and take him to Bandra district.

This is a courtyard with a distinctly Islamic style. There are even towering minarets at the four corners of the walls, engraved with Arabic numerals.

"Ron, let's go inside first." Johnny beckoned him to follow.

Entering the porch, rooms and walkways connected by two bright arches came into view, and in front was a courtyard full of palm trees.

The sound of gurgling fountain water came from somewhere outside the viewing window, and Ron was surprised by the size of this residence.

"This is Hader Bhai's residence. He has guests today," Johnny, who was walking in front, introduced.

"It's beautiful," Ron turned his head and looked around, "Speaking of which, I still have to thank you for reminding me that day."

"Those damned Muslims of the Dawood gang are lunatics. They are committing treason," Johnny said angrily.

Ron, however, looked strange and didn't know how to answer. They were currently guests in a Muslim's home.

"Hader Bhai is different from Dawood. He never advocates violence and hates such behavior, unless it is absolutely necessary," Johnny seemed to know what Ron was thinking.

"So it's confirmed that Dawood did it? The Mumbai police are working hard to solve this bombing case."

"Undoubtedly, everyone knows," Johnny said with certainty.

The two arrived at the entrance of a grand yet simple room, where several pairs of sandals and boots were placed. Ron also took off his shoes and stepped onto the carpet in the room.

The room was large, with several people sitting in a circle around a low marble table, occupying only a corner of the room.

Hader Khan beckoned Ron to sit over. There were empty plush silk cushions among them.

"Doctor Sur, thank you for what you did at Mangaldas Market," He solemnly performed a forehead salutation to Ron, and the others also saluted.

"I just did what I could," Ron was caught off guard by their sudden gesture.

"Allah watches everything," After praying, Hader Khan smiled again, "Ron, congratulations on opening a new business."

"Uh, I have to find something to do. You know the situation outside, the airport hasn't resumed yet, and the train station is under martial law."

"Of course, we are all businessmen. I have already greeted all the gangs, including the Dawood gang, and no one will trouble you in the future."

Ron's expression changed. This sentence revealed quite a bit of information. Hader Khan has a significant weight in Mumbai's underworld, and he is indeed connected to the Dawood gang.

Thinking back to his strange reminder to him, that was more than half a month before the bombing.

Ron didn't even dare to think about what role Hader Khan played in the bombing. Did he know about the Dawood gang's plan long ago?

"Hader Bhai, thank you for your generous help," Ron thanked him.

"They already admire you," Hader Khan waved his hand, then began to introduce the other people in the room to Ron.

Neil, in charge of Hader Khan's foreign exchange business. Ron is somewhat familiar with him. The strong man Gani, in charge of the passport business. The gray-haired Majid, in charge of the gold business.

Pant, with whom he had dealt a few times, is now in charge of the medicine business. He seemed to have just joined this group, and the people around him were clearly not as close to him.

The burly Johnny is also one of the leaders in the room. Ron already knows that he plays the role of a thug under Hader Khan.

In addition, there were three young men whom Hader Khan did not introduce individually, only saying that they were here to listen and learn.

But from the gun stocks bulging under their robes when they bowed and saluted, Ron knew that these guys were not simple either.

Through this brief introduction, Ron had a general understanding of Hader Khan's business.

Foreign exchange, passports, gold, medicine, these four businesses formed his underground financial empire. The naive Ron used to think that Hader Khan only did black market foreign exchange business.

These are just the things on the surface. Whether there are other shady dealings behind the scenes, Ron couldn't say.

He guessed there must be.

Because just now, a servant came in and whispered a few words in Hader Khan's ear. Ron heard the word "organ."

After waving the servant away, Hader Khan looked over here.

"The travel agency office in Dubai is ready to be used?"

"Yes, the company has arranged for a few people to be stationed there permanently."

Hader Khan must have known about this matter, because when they rented the office in Dubai, his people were helping with the connections.

Ron hired a few young university students who were very keen on going abroad, especially to a new city like Dubai.

"It seems the travel agency can be officially put into use. In a few days, there will be the first batch of people going abroad who will need your help to arrange."

"The current situation in Mumbai..." Ron was a little unsure.

"It's more troublesome for people coming in, but relatively simpler for people going out," Hader Khan said confidently.

"Okay, I will have someone arrange it."

This was originally something they had agreed upon. Ron helped him operate the travel agency, and the latter earned foreign exchange through foreign labor.

Taking this opportunity, Ron could also develop some customers himself. After all, a service fee of 2000 rupees per person is not a small amount, and he is in urgent need of money now.

"Neil, Gani, and Majid will all cooperate with your travel agency," Hader Khan added.

Ron was a little confused. He could understand that Neil was in charge of the foreign exchange business and Gani was in charge of the passport business.

But Majid is in charge of the gold business. What does this have to do with the travel agency?

Despite his doubts, he still nodded in agreement.

Ron didn't stay here long. He came here today mainly to talk to Hader Khan about the travel agency.

He was out of money and desperately needed to find a new source of income.

Before the water coolers went on sale, excluding the sky-high advertising fees, he only had a saving of 1.8 million rupees.

Later, as he appeared on television and in newspapers, Ron invested an additional 200,000 rupees in advertising.

The only income during this period was the 700,000 rupees squeezed out by the tourism information company in January and February.

The total balance of 2.3 million could theoretically support him for a while longer, but he also imported 20,000 electric motors from Singapore.

Rananth gave him an 80% discount, with a cost of 64 rupees per unit, totaling a huge sum of nearly 1.3 million rupees.

This doesn't include the money for stocking other spare parts like plastic, switches, and mechanical timers. In addition, 500,000 was used to bribe officials to handle the travel agency matter.

Subtracting 1.8 million from 2.3 million, Ron now has less than 500,000 rupees of liquid funds.

He really was out of money, otherwise he wouldn't have run to the house of the Muslim crime boss at this critical juncture.

Everything was for business. Fortunately, the payment for the first batch of over a thousand water coolers sold is about to arrive.

More than five hundred standard models and more than three hundred light luxury models are expected to bring in about 500,000 rupees.

Very few luxury models were sold, less than a hundred units. But because of the high price, there will still be an income of 200,000 rupees in the end.

Not bad, the trial batch of over a thousand water coolers generated a total income of 700,000 rupees.

This batch of goods didn't go through channels, and most were picked up by local customers in Mumbai. Therefore, the profit margin is very high, even close to 70% of the selling price, a huge profit.

There won't be such good things later. To sell in large quantities, they can only go through channels.

Sur Electric has signed contracts with many distributors, and major shopping malls in Mumbai have also called.

Now, the products coming out of the electric factory warehouse are all taken away by them.

Distributors and retailers will inevitably take a portion of the profit. The specific data may only be seen next month.

Ashish has been very proud recently. His status in the Jogeshwari slum has risen sharply.

His cousin, the youngest son of his neighbor, and his classmate Zamir all follow his lead.

Ashish was originally just an unremarkable ordinary young man in the slum. He was short and plain-looking. If it weren't for his strong physique and a bachelor's degree, probably no one would have greeted him.

Now it's different. Ashish holds nearly fifty positions to work in the Sur Electric factory. He can take whatever he wants from the people who come to him and seek his help.

Sur Electric is now completely famous. Not only is it extensively reported in the newspapers, but the story of Doctor Sur is also widely spread in the slums.

This attracted even more people to Ashish. He was kind-hearted after all, and he generously agreed to them without making any additional demands.

Those who were promoted were not particularly grateful, because everyone thought things should be this way.

India is such a country where when one person succeeds, their relatives and friends also benefit.

If they had such an opportunity, they would also not hesitate to promote Ashish. This is the rule of survival in India.

Today, Ashish took the first batch of people to report to the Sur Electric factory. Five or six people crowded into the station in a lively manner.

In front of them, several Muslim women were stopped. The railway police at the train station had to pull open their robes and inspect them before letting them pass.

Passers-by, including Ashish and his companions, were both disgusted and apprehensive of those Muslim women.

The recent bombing made everyone dare not act as rashly as before, but the gap between them became increasingly irreconcilable.

Squeezing into the airtight carriage, Ashish took a few people to a fixed area. Passengers going west all had to stand here.

Taking the inner-city train in Mumbai is quite an art. Passengers getting off at the central train station stand in the very middle, while passengers getting off at Jogeshwari, Bandra, and Dadar surround them, arranged clockwise.

This way, when the train is about to arrive at the station, you can jump off at the right time, otherwise you will be pushed back into the depths of the carriage by the surging crowd.

Ashish was whispering to his companions about the things to pay attention to in their future work, but those few people were clearly absent-minded, their eyes constantly wandering around a certain part of the carriage.

Ashish looked up, then cursed at them with a smile, and the lewd laughter spread through the crowd with bursts of snickers.

It turned out that a hawker was holding various kinds of underwear and squeezing into the women's carriage. The flamboyant styles almost made the men in this carriage boil over.

However, Ashish was soon attracted by the advertisement in the carriage. "Hot as an oven? Water cooler lets you enjoy the coolness of 'Goa Beach' at home!"

Sur Electric's advertisement has even reached here? This couldn't help but surprise and delight Ashish.

Not to mention, in the stuffy carriage, seeing a water cooler blowing cool air was indeed a great temptation.

Especially the words "Shocking price 350 rupees" attracted the attention of many people.

Passengers submerged in the crowd could only stare at the advertisement posters pressed against them at this time, fantasizing that the cool breeze was blowing right now.

After finally arriving at the electric factory, Ashish wanted to introduce the newcomers behind him to Ron, but the latter was busy with a satellite phone.

Ashish was a little envious. That thing was said to cost tens of thousands of rupees, and many people had never even heard of it.

"Wait a moment first, I still have something to do," Ron signaled Ashish with his eyes that he was talking to Luca in Brazil.