I'm a Master in India

“Ron Baba, you’re going back to Mumbai?”

“Yes, business matters, I have to go back.”

“But… but the movie isn’t finished yet…” Urmila was reluctant to see him go.

“Director Shiv said the crew is going to Uttarakhand soon, I can’t follow them if I stay.”

Urmila was young after all, still very much in love, and very clingy.

“I recently learned a new dance, I haven’t had a chance to dance it for you yet.” Her eyes fluttered, captivating his soul.

“Dance?” Ron’s heart stirred.

“Yes, I’ve been practicing dance since I was a child.”

Oh, Ron almost forgot, dance is an essential skill for Bollywood actresses.

If a female star isn’t good at dancing, it’s hard for her to become famous, no matter how beautiful she is.

Even Manisha from Nepal, her dancing was pretty good.

Ron felt a little regretful for his oversight. A female star who can dance can unlock many difficult poses.

Things like splits, and full splits, under those poses, he had plenty of opportunities!

At the very least, appreciating a beautiful woman's graceful dance was also good.

“Mira, actually, it’s not too late for you to dance now.” Ron was itching to see it.

“No, I don’t have any energy left.” Urmila grumbled.

They had been “studying” the glowing script all night and were already exhausted.

Alright, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future.

After feeding the grass around his nest, Ron packed his bags, ready to rush back to Mumbai.

Ashish called, Sur Electronics had encountered a competitor.

Another water-air conditioner manufacturer had appeared on the market, also in Mumbai.

The other party was currently doing pre-market advertising, just waiting for the rainy season to end before launching.

More details were unknown, but Ron had to go back and personally take charge no matter what.

To be honest, he had anticipated that Sur Electronics would be counterfeited, but he didn’t expect it to be so fast.

It had only been less than half a year since the official launch of the water-air conditioner until the end of July.

This kind of efficiency was not Indian at all.

Coincidentally, things in Uttar Pradesh had just started to fall into place.

Through the connections of his second uncle, Aditya, Ron had already signed an agreement with a construction company called Langchao.

On the empty land south of Varanasi, dust was flying at this moment, and hundreds of workers were working hard to level the land, preparing for the foundation work.

Ron originally wanted to stay longer until the construction, personnel, and supervision arrangements were all on the right track.

Now he couldn't manage that much, he could only leave the matters in the north to other people in the family.

Although the Sur family was not without eccentric people, the bonds of kinship were undeniable.

His eldest uncle, Prakash, was eager to help Ron arrange a civil servant job on the first day.

His third uncle, Nirav, accepted bribes and embezzled public property in the village committee without avoiding him, and even explained the ins and outs of it.

Second uncle, Aditya…

Well, the construction company Ron signed with was the one that helped his second uncle build a dam before.

The plan to turn one into four didn't succeed, and now they turned to build a factory for Ron.

It was funny, but he had no choice.

Ron had looked at the other construction companies in Varanasi, and each one was worse than the last.

Those who could get government public projects still had some foundation, so in the end, he could only pick the best of a bad bunch.

You can't use the same standard to measure North India and South India, they are different.

After roughly explaining things to his family, Ron prepared to leave.

This time he was returning to Mumbai with about twenty young and strong men, all of whom were his family's former servants.

Among them were Nia's three older brothers, who, along with Amit and Rajiv from Mumbai, were now Ron's personal bodyguards.

Including Ron and Nia, there were seven people in total, who would fly back, while the rest would take the train.

Some of their families would also follow, totaling over a hundred people, so flying was not an option.

Ron traveled with great style now, with servants taking care of his luggage and other things.

However, when he turned around, he saw a strange scene.

“Anil, what are you carrying on your back?”

“Back?” Anil touched the bulging bundle on his back, “A machine gun!”

“What!” Ron was stunned.

“A machine gun, Ratan said Mumbai isn’t safe, it’s better to have it to talk.”

“Do you know where we are going now?” Ron almost laughed at his foolishness.

“The airport?” Anil asked uncertainly.

“You know it’s the airport, and you’re still carrying a machine gun? What, do you want to hijack the plane, or do you expect the security check to be blind?” Ron was so angry he kicked him.

“Then what should I do? This gun cost 120,000 rupees.” Anil touched his back like it was a treasure.

“Give it to the people taking the train to Mumbai, go arrange it now.”

Ron didn't mind his bodyguards carrying guns, but it was clearly impossible to take them on a plane.

After the bombing, security checks at all Indian airports became extremely strict.

However, it was possible to do some small things on the train. At worst, they could ride on the train roof, and still reach Mumbai.

This was a traditional skill of the Three Brothers, everyone knew how to do it.

They arrived with a flock of beauties and left with five big men.

Mary and the others had already set off for Uttarakhand, only Nia stayed by Ron's side.

“Baba, when we get to Mumbai, Nia will dance for you.”

“You can dance?” Ron was surprised.

“Yes, I learned when I was little at the temple, Bharatanatyam, Auntie Leena sent me to learn it.”

Ron slapped his forehead. Nia had grown up in their family since she was a child. Not only did she learn a lot of knowledge, but she was also his mother's capable assistant.

However, after he turned thirteen, Nia was sent back.

His mother said that when Ron got into university, she would bring Nia back, otherwise it would be bad for her health.

Bharatanatyam, hehe…

Huh, that’s not right.

“Nia, why do you suddenly want to dance for me?”

“Miss Urmila is not here, but Nia can.”

“You eavesdropped?”

Nia blinked her bright, watery eyes, pretending not to understand.

Ron's travel information company had a reception desk at the Mumbai airport.

He didn't need to worry about anything when he arrived here. Customs clearance, luggage, vehicles... everything would be arranged.

But there were still plenty of people to greet him. Kavya was already waiting at the passenger exit.

“My dear, you’re finally back!” She almost threw herself at him.

“Baby, I’ve only been gone for a month.” Ron hugged her.

“So you owe me a lot, yaar, a month's worth.” She grabbed his arm.

“I can’t go back to your apartment with you right now, I have to go to Sur Electronics first.”

“I’ll go with you, my car is outside.”

“You bought a car?” Ron was a little surprised.

“The newspaper’s car,” Kavya smiled proudly, “They wouldn’t reimburse me for my travel expenses, so I had to shamelessly ask for an old clunker.”

Kavya was a reporter, running around Mumbai every day, and the money for taxis alone was a huge sum.

But every time she submitted for reimbursement, the newspaper would find various excuses to delay it.

Finally, Kavya personally went to the editor-in-chief, and then got an Ambassador car that was about to be scrapped.

The newspaper provided the car, she paid for the gas, a compromise between them.

Well, Ron looked. The white Ambassador car had severe paint peeling, and the intact parts had also started to yellow, almost covering the original color.

“Let’s take mine.” He reluctantly took out the keys to the Taurus.

“Wow, brother, I can finally experience a luxury car too.”

She unceremoniously took the keys, then started the car. Then she shook her head with a dashing air, signaling Ron to get in.

Kavya was generous and unpretentious in her actions. Just like her driving, she drove recklessly, completely ignoring the blaring horns behind her.

Ron felt like he was on the set of “John Wick,” and he was sitting in the seat next to the protagonist.

“Kavya, you have the talent to be a race car driver.” When they arrived at the entrance of Sur Electronics, Ron couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

“Ha, Viraj said so too.” She became even more proud.

“Viraj?” Ron’s expression changed.

“He’s been in a really bad mood lately.” Kavya laughed loudly.

“Why?”

“Because of Hela, she rejected him again and hid in Goa. Viraj can only get drunk at Leopold Cafe every day, oh, he also mentioned you.”

“Me?” Ron’s expression was subtle.

“He wants you to teach him.”

“What?” Ron’s eyes widened.

“Teach him how to win a girl's heart, just like us now.” Kavya said with a smile.

“Oh!” Ron felt secretly pleased from the inside out, “He can’t learn that, it’s a matter of talent.”

Viraj, my friend, it’s not that I won’t teach you.

Hela has already become my shape, it’s too late!

Speaking of which, being a cuckold is quite stimulating.

Provoked by Kavya like this, Ron was a little aroused.

However, as soon as he got out of the car, he was startled by the sight in front of his eyes.

At the entrance of Sur Electronics, there was a clay statue two or three meters high, standing there so boldly.

It was covered in garlands around its neck, and by the small stone platform in front of it, someone was holding an oil lamp and circling the clay statue repeatedly.

What the hell? When did the entrance of his factory become a temple?

Ron looked closer, wasn't that clay statue a magnified version of himself?

This... Ron’s brain was short-circuiting a bit.

“It’s Sur Bhai!”, “It’s Sur Bhai!”

Suddenly, the people praying in front of the clay statue discovered Ron standing not far away.

They ran over one by one with excited expressions and performed the ritual of touching his feet.

Ron was bewildered, but still politely patted their shoulders, completing the action of bestowing blessings.

These people were shouting loudly, speaking many languages, Ron could only understand about six of them.

They were all saying his name, or things like miracles, blessings, and so on.

Passersby nearby heard the commotion and also ran towards here. Ron was scared by the scene.

He had Anil block the crowd, and he quickly fled the scene with Kavya and Nia.

“Damn it, what the hell is going on?”

In the office, Ron looked out the window with lingering fear.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered the scene when Dara Singh went to the film crew last time, it was exactly the same as now.

How did he get this kind of treatment like a Bollywood star? No, even a star wouldn't be sculpted into a statue and worshipped.

“Look at this.” Kavya took out a newspaper from her bag.

She didn't seem surprised by what had just happened, or perhaps she knew something internally.

Ron took the newspaper, flipped through it casually, and then his mouth dropped open in surprise.

PS: Uttar Pradesh is a major plotline, the previous parts were all groundwork. The bloody veil there has not been lifted yet, it will be written interspersed and in depth.