I'm a Master in India

“Dr. Sur, what kind of advertisement do you want to film?”

“Simple, yet impressive.”

These two requirements are not low. Old Rahl has been in the media industry for most of his life and understands some of its principles deeply.

An advertisement that is both simple and memorable is extremely difficult.

Without a truly brilliant idea, it's hard to achieve this.

“Dr. Sur, do you have any ideas, or perhaps a creative advertising company you're working with?”

“I don't have specific ideas, but the water-based air conditioner has a huge advantage: it's cheap! Regular air conditioners are too expensive? Oh, if they're expensive, don't buy them! A water-based air conditioner is also an air conditioner.”

Old Rahl's expression became quite something. Although Dr. Sur was a good person, his expression just now was too calculating.

What a great performance!

“Frankly, if you're willing, our advertisement doesn't even need actors,” Old Rahl sincerely suggested.

“Ahem, let the professionals handle it,” Ron declined.

Such things as endorsing oneself are fine to play with occasionally, but there's no need to be serious.

Old Rahl nodded and didn't insist, “What's the budget for this advertisement? When do you plan to release it?”

“Within 2 million rupees. The copywriting, creativity, and production will all be handled by your team. The advertisement will be broadcast on All India Television in early May.”

This is equivalent to an all-inclusive package. Ron only needs to provide the money and the final approval; he doesn't have to worry about anything else.

Mumbai is a city of entertainment, with Bollywood right next door. Actors, equipment, teams, and venues are all readily available, so there's no need to coordinate anything.

According to the current market price, hiring an ordinary Bollywood star is enough for 300,000 rupees. Directors are roughly the same price, and the remaining equipment, venue rental, and post-production won't cost much money.

2 million rupees is definitely profitable, even very profitable. For Old Rahl, this is like receiving help in a time of need.

Of course, this budget wasn't something Ron just came up with. Mary and Lena personally reviewed it before setting this figure.

It's roughly the ceiling for medium-cost advertisements; the budget is not excessively high, and everything is within a reasonable range.

To put it bluntly, Ron is deliberately letting Old Rahl make money, with the goal of investing in Ajay.

How long has it been since the explosion, and he has already caught suspects one after another. This efficiency can be called a “true Indian miracle”.

If Ron's prediction is correct, Ajay will definitely be promoted later, becoming a so-called police inspector.

Because the Shiv Sena is currently in power in Mumbai, they will undoubtedly pursue the explosion case orchestrated by the Muslim community relentlessly.

Ajay has made a contribution, so the Shiv Sena government will naturally reward him, which is beyond doubt.

It's very cost-effective to win over a mid-to-high-level police official with 2 million rupees, not to mention an accompanying advertisement.

Moreover, given Ajay's age, a police inspector is definitely not his final destination.

Ron is a businessman, and he is good at investing.

After finalizing the contract and handing over the general information about the water-based air conditioner to Old Rahl, Ron and Mary said goodbye and left.

“If you had left this to me, I could have done it for 1 million rupees,” Mary said, feeling a bit eager to try.

“I know,” Ron lightly patted her hand, “but you can't calculate it that way. Connections are hard to measure with money.”

“Is it that Mumbai rule of human relationships again?”

“You understand.”

“But Lena and I also want to try.”

“Try what?”

“Participating in the production of a movie.”

“There will be an opportunity, I promise.”

Ron understood Mary and the others' ambitions. After struggling in Bollywood for so long, who wouldn't have some aspirations?

They are good friends with producers here, know many directors, and can even chat and laugh with Bollywood stars.

They lack nothing but the funds to invest in movies.

“Are you sure you want to spend money and let Lena and me mess around?” Mary hugged his arm tightly.

“As long as you're happy, and I know you're serious,” Ron straightened his chest, his tone quite heroic.

“Okay, come to our place tonight, and we'll play Jenga together.”

Hiss, this is Ron's favorite activity.

See, the paid part is just different.

Of course, the reason Ron was so generous was that he was also very interested in Bollywood.

Leaving aside other things, many Bollywood actresses are truly beautiful.

He also wanted to exchange ideas about their depths with them.

Ron wasn't just talking about the taste of being a superior person in India.

In order to expand his business as quickly as possible and spread the Sea King spirit to Bollywood early, Ron started working on another matter.

“Farooq, behave yourself when you get to Dubai, and don't get involved with the gangs.”

“I understand. I've been there many times. This time I finally don't have to work illegally.”

Farooq was excited as he felt the visa in his hand. With this, his income would at least double.

“Don't forget to help me inquire about something,” Ron leaned into his ear and whispered, “Is Dawood's influence in Dubai the same as it is in Mumbai?”

“Of course not. Dubai is not India.”

“In short, be careful yourself. If you have any problems, go find Vinod.” Ron pointed into the distance.

The tall and strong Vinod was distributing visas to everyone. The foreign workers waiting in line were very well-behaved in front of him.

“Don't worry, there won't be any problems. With visas, we can avoid most of the trouble,” Farooq said in a relaxed tone.

He frequently travels to Persian Gulf countries and is very familiar with working abroad. Vinod is also his good friend; they are from the same slum. With them leading the team, there will be no accidents.

“When you get there, someone will receive you. If you encounter anything you can't handle, have Vinod make a satellite call.”

“No problem, everyone knows you have a connection with Hadkhan.” Farooq winked at him.

Hadkhan's name also resounded throughout the slums. Since Dawood fled Mumbai, his influence has waned, and Hadkhan has risen to prominence.

The two gang leaders have vastly different styles of doing things. Dawood advocates violence, engaging in extortion, kidnapping, and murder without restraint.

Hadkhan, on the other hand, focuses on the underground economy, dealing in foreign exchange, gold, passports, and medicine. Although these are all illegal businesses, his methods are undoubtedly much gentler.

Between these two gang leaders, most people are more willing to deal with Hadkhan, including Ron.

Their cooperative travel agency opened for the first time today. Hadkhan arranged for over sixty people, and Ron added over thirty from the slums, making a total of exactly 100 people.

This route has just been established and needs someone to go through it to understand the intricacies.

Farooq and Vinod are the leaders of the team. Ron didn't plan to go himself.

Being unable to leave was certainly the main reason, and he also had reservations about Dawood.

This gang leader had just orchestrated the shocking Mumbai bombings, and Ron happened to be pushed forward as a positive hero.

Major media outlets and newspapers, especially the Shiv Sena, would also step on Dawood when reporting on Ron.

Look at the evil you Muslims have created. After massacring your compatriots, it was ultimately the Hindus who saved their lives.

This was simply a slap in the face.

Who knows if Ron went to Dubai, whether that Dawood would come to invite him for tea.

A gentleman does not stand under a precarious wall. He doesn't need to gamble on that bit of luck.

Dawood's style of doing things is too brutal. Even though Hadkhan had guaranteed Ron that the former wouldn't trouble him, it wasn't necessary.

However, the travel agency business can still be done. 100 people, with a service fee of 2000 rupees per person, totaling 200,000 rupees.

Ron will send these people to Dubai by water. They are only separated by the Arabian Gulf, a very short distance.

After deducting transportation costs, he can pocket at least over a hundred thousand rupees, which is an astonishing profit.

This is the cost for going; he will collect the service fee again when they return.

Visas for Persian Gulf countries are mostly issued for three months, six months, or twelve months. Ron will do business with the same group of people at least two to four times.

Four round trips mean 8000 rupees per person. It's too easy to make money.

What? They don't have money to pay the fee when they go abroad?

No problem, they can pay on credit first. When they get there, we will arrange work for them, and the service fee will be deducted from their salary.

Oh, by the way, there's also a commission for introducing work, which will be deducted together!

Killing two birds with one stone, effortlessly.

Don't say Ron is heartless; he is actually a great philanthropist. At least, he didn't take these people to a park to harvest their kidneys.

According to the agreement with Hadkhan, after this batch of people is settled, there will be a second batch, and a third batch immediately after.

Dubai will not be the end point either. They will have offices in places like Qatar, Kuwait, and Bahrain.

Hadkhan takes the lion's share of the foreign exchange difference, and Ron just needs to get a little soup.

He's still short of money. Housing prices in Mumbai have been falling sharply recently, but Ron can only watch enviously.

“Baba, do you want to move?” Nia saw Ron holding a real estate magazine after rinsing her mouth in the bathroom.

“After the bombing, housing prices in all areas of Mumbai are plummeting. This is a good time to buy at the bottom.”

Ron, who had entered the sage mode, was thinking about money again.

In the CBD area, which is South Mumbai, detached villas near Malabar Hill used to start at least at 5 million rupees, but now they only cost 3 million.

This is almost a bone-deep discount. To be honest, Ron was a little tempted.

Unfortunately, he still needs to keep the money in his hand to expand the scale of Sur Electric Appliance Factory, and he really can't spare any more.

“Baba, the apartment we live in is already very good.” Nia was very content. She had never imagined having a life like today.

They used toilets, and tap water was supplied almost 24 hours a day. There were dedicated people to clean the bathroom, milkmen, newspaper boys, masseurs, and even professional taxi drivers.

Nia hardly had to do any work. She only needed to tidy up Ron's study and manage the travel company's business.

Her identity had been reversed; she was no longer a servant but the one being served.

“Nia, of course, it's better to have our own house. At least the next time I go to the bank for a loan, I'll have something to mortgage.”

Hmm, it's also more convenient when giving Nia an oral massage.

Ron couldn't help but ejaculate again just now, and it directly overflowed from Nia's nostrils.

She was very resilient and didn't waste a single drop.

Ron wanted to tease her a couple of times, but the satellite phone on the coffee table rang, and he had to give up.

“Ron, I'll be at Mumbai Port soon. Have you contacted Pant?” It was Luca's voice.

Ron's eyes lit up. See, isn't the money for buying a house here?