Reborn Action Star: Starting in Hollywood

Chapter 404 Both of them thought it was ridiculous
A convoy of vehicles drove out of the Antilia building and headed straight for the Dharavi slum.

Mukesh Ambani, chairman of the Reliance Industries Group, sat in the back seat of a bulletproof Lincoln sedan in the middle of the convoy.

At this moment, his face was full of suspicion and surprise:
Lin Yuan has actually arrived in India?

We agreed to meet in Delhi, but now he is not only in Mumbai, but also seems to be living in a slum?
This is too ridiculous!
How can a wealthy man and world-class superstar like Lin Yuan live in a slum?
This is too disgraceful!
Thinking of this, Mukesh Ambani couldn't help but look down on Lin Yuan:
Chinese people are Chinese people. Even if they have made it big, they still don’t understand the distinction between high and low.

You never know that a superior person should have the pomp and decency of a superior person. This is the bottom line that can never be trampled upon.

However, no matter how much he looked down on Lin Yuan, he still had to go there in person to meet this superstar, who was also the new darling of capital.

His life had been extremely difficult over the past few days.

After his father's death, Mukesh Ambani and his brother were embroiled in a protracted battle over inheritance.

The two were exhausted from fighting on all fronts, and the recent media war had made him a laughing stock for the whole nation.

How disgraceful!
To make matters worse, his brother seems to have the support of major American corporations, which further tilts the balance of power in favor of his opponent.

Mukesh Ambani needs someone to help him reverse his disadvantage in the battlefield of public opinion, and he also needs new capital injection.

If he could accomplish these two things, he would be confident that he could defeat his brother and become the richest man in India again.

And Lin Yuan is the reinforcement he has high hopes for in the battlefield of public opinion.

Therefore, even if he disliked Lin Yuan's behavior, he had to come to the slums to meet him in person.

The convoy drove all the way to an intersection and stopped.

"Why don't you leave?" asked Mukesh Ambani.

"Boss, the street ahead is too narrow and vehicles can't pass through. We can only get out of the car and walk." said the bodyguard leader sitting in the front seat of the car.

"How far is it ahead?" asked Mukesh Ambani.

"Not far, about three or four hundred meters." The bodyguard leader replied.

"What a damn place! Come on, let's get out of the car and go over there."

Mukesh Ambani got out of the car reluctantly and walked towards the large warehouse surrounded by bodyguards.

The stains on the floor made him frown, and he secretly vowed to throw away the pair of $6000 leather shoes as soon as he got home.

The appearance of such a row of luxury cars in the Dharavi slum immediately attracted nearby residents.

They looked at Mukesh Ambani and his convoy and started talking:
"These cars are so beautiful! I wonder if I could afford one if I didn't eat or drink for the rest of my life."

"What are you talking about? The cheapest car here costs 10 million rupees! You can't even afford a wheel!"

"Really? The owner of a fleet like this must be a big shot, right?"

"It seems to be Mukesh Ambani. Isn't he seen on TV every day lately?"

"That's the owner of that Antilea building! Every day I look at that building and pray to the gods to let me live like that in my next life."

"What are you thinking? It's already great that you can be reincarnated as a Kshatriya!"

"But why would our richest man set foot in the slums?"

Amid their discussions, Mukesh Ambani and his entourage walked further and further away until they arrived at the door of the large warehouse.

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At this time, the residents in the large warehouse who were guarding Padama's body suddenly became agitated:
"Someone's here. Lots of people in black suits, like bodyguards for some important person."

"You're not seeing things, are you? Why would such a big shot come to a place like ours?"

"That guy just now actually had a cell phone. Was he the one who called the person here?"

In India in 2003, slum households didn't even have landlines, let alone cell phones.

"Don't guess, they are walking inside, and we will know the answer soon."

The residents stood on both sides of the passage with fear in their eyes, leaving a path for people to pass through.

Mukesh Ambani, surrounded by bodyguards, came to Lin Yuan.

He looked Lin Yuan and Betty up and down, and asked uncertainly, "Lin Yuan?"

"It's me, in a little disguise."

Lin Yuan reached out and tore off the big beard that was stuck on his face for disguise, revealing his true face.

At this moment, many residents present immediately recognized Lin Yuan:

"He's Lin Yuan! I've seen his movies. The one called 'King of Spy' is so amazing!"

"Oh my god, I can't believe my eyes. A big shot like Lin Yuan actually lives in our slums?"

"It's really surprising that he doesn't dislike the conditions here."

Mukesh Ambani was completely relieved after seeing Lin Yuan's true appearance.

He extended his hand and shook hands with Lin Yuan and said, "Mr. Lin, welcome to India."

After saying that, he gave Lin Yuan a gentle hug.

Even if you don't like it in your heart, there is nothing wrong with the etiquette when it comes to face.

After shaking hands with Lin Yuan, Mukesh Ambani looked puzzled and asked Betty beside Lin Yuan: "Who is this?"

When he saw Betty, his first reaction was "beautiful!" She was so beautiful!

This is a man's instinctive reaction.

But soon, he immediately had a series of questions:
What is her relationship with Lin Yuan?
Who is she? A woman with such temperament must have an extraordinary background.

Why do I feel like she looks familiar?
Betty smiled and introduced herself: "My name is Betty, Betty Adams. I'm Mr. Lin Yuan's assistant."

When he heard the name, Mukesh Ambani's pupils shrank suddenly, reflecting the shock in his heart at the moment.

Addams Family!
She is the eldest daughter of the Adams Family and the future head of the family!

When Mukesh Ambani confirmed Beti's identity, the sense of absurdity came over him again:
The eldest daughter of the Adams family said that she was Lin Yuan's little follower?
F*ck! Miss Adams lived in the slums with him!
Lin Yuan is so lucky, isn't he? Why can't I have such a good thing?
Feelings of jealousy immediately surged in Mukesh Ambani's heart.

But as a businessman, calculating gains and losses has become his instinct, and soon he felt ecstatic again:
It seems that the two difficult problems to solve his own predicament can be solved by Lin Yuan!
Not to mention the public opinion, this was his original intention in looking for Lin Yuan.

The problem is funding, as Miss Adams controls a large amount of resources of the Morgan Consortium.

Given her obedience to Lin Yuan, if she could just deal with Lin Yuan, wouldn't that mean she would also solve the financial problem?

At this moment, Lin Yuan immediately became cute in Mukesh Ambani's eyes.

The unhappiness he had felt before because of Lin Yuan's indecency disappeared immediately.

"Mr. Lin, you said on the phone that you need my help with something?" Mukesh Ambani asked.

He was very happy to see Lin Yuan asking for help.

If this matter is not troublesome, just treat it as a favor. It will make the relationship closer and make it easier for him to make requests later.

Even if this matter is troublesome, Mukesh Ambani will find ways to do it, but he will use it as a condition of the transaction.

"I have a friend who was murdered this afternoon. I would like to ask you to help me arrange her funeral and find the murderer." Lin Yuan said simply.

"No problem, don't worry about the funeral. I'll arrange for someone to take care of it right away."

At Mukesh Ambani's signal, an entourage immediately began to handle various funeral matters.

"As for the other thing, I also promise to satisfy you. But it may not be convenient to talk here. Let's talk in the car?" said Mukesh Ambani.

Lin Yuan nodded. He also knew that what he was going to say next was not suitable to be discussed in public.

So Lin Yuan, and Betty, who was holding the sleeping Amaya, followed Mukesh Ambani out of the warehouse and got on the car at the convoy.

After closing the car door, Mukesh Ambani asked, "How far do you want to go?"

"First, I want to find the murderer as soon as possible." Lin Yuan replied.

"This is a very simple matter. I have a very good relationship with the police station. I will send professionals to retrieve all the surveillance cameras nearby. Combined with the investigation of ground personnel, the murderer will be located quickly." Mukesh Ambani answered confidently.

"Second, after identifying the murderer, help me catch them. I will deal with the murderer personally and not through legal channels." Lin Yuan continued.

Upon hearing this request, Mukesh Ambani did not respond immediately.

Instead, after pretending to think for a while, he said "embarrassedly": "This is a bit troublesome." That means it can be done, but he wants to put forward conditions.

Lin Yuan immediately understood his subtext, so he said, "Do me this favor, I owe you one."

Lin Yuan also made his own promise, and he believed that Mukesh Ambani could understand what he meant.

"Well, friends should help each other."

He pronounced the word "mutually" very clearly.

The two men smiled and shook hands, reaching a tacit deal.

Although Lin Yuan didn't know what request the other party would make, given Mukesh Ambani's situation, it was not difficult to guess what kind of help he needed.

In fact, even without this deal, Lin Yuan and Betty had already made plans to invest in him.

After all, his younger brother has joined the opposing camp, and the tone has long been set by creating trouble through Mukesh Ambani and distracting the attention of the Rockefeller and Citigroup consortiums.

When Lin Yuan asked Mukesh Ambani for help, what he was most worried about was that he would play tricks and secretly leave some evidence against him.

He is a public figure. If what he is going to do in India this time is exposed, it may greatly damage his image and he may even be held criminally liable.

However, it seems that Mukesh Ambani does not have such an idea. Through his talent of "Life is a Play", Lin Yuan can see that his mind is not on this at the moment.

So Lin Yuan relaxed.

"Let me take you to the hotel first. I will inform you immediately as soon as I have any news," said Mukesh Ambani.

"Okay, thank you for your help then." Lin Yuan nodded and replied.

Their identities have been revealed, and it is indeed not suitable for Lin Yuan and Betty to live in the slums anymore.

They took Mukesh Ambani's car to the hotel to check in. The luggage left in the slums would naturally be picked up by the staff and delivered to them.

Soon, the vehicle took them to the most luxurious Taj Mahal Hotel in Mumbai, which is known as the "second home of India's wealthy" and most dignitaries from all over the world stay in this hotel when they visit Mumbai, India.

At this time, Mukesh Ambani had already arranged to check in, and the car drove directly into the backyard parking lot of the Taj Mahal Hotel.

As the car door opened, a middle-aged man in a suit came forward politely and said, "Welcome to the Taj Mahal Hotel. My name is Bharat Devedi. I will be your housekeeper during your stay. Please feel free to ask for anything you need."

This was the first time that Lin Yuan and Betty had seen someone introduce themselves with their full name after arriving in India.

Usually the people I introduce like this are very proud of their surname.

Devidi is a typical Brahmin surname.

The Taj Mahal Hotel arranged a Brahmin to serve as their service staff, which surprised Lin Yuan.

But on second thought, it makes sense.

First of all, India’s caste system cannot absolutely distinguish between high and low status.

For example, Ambani is from the Vaishya caste, which is the third of the four major castes and is a standard merchant surname.

But who do you think has a higher status, Mukesh Ambani, who comes from a Vaishya family, or this steward Bharat Devedi?
Secondly, it proves that the Taj Mahal Hotel is a very high-end hotel, so high-end that a Brahmin working as a service staff here does not feel ashamed, but rather proud of it.

Finally, the Taj Mahal Hotel demonstrated its importance to Lin Yuan by arranging a top-notch private butler to provide services for the two of them.

Obviously, by arranging Lin Yuan and Betty here, Mukesh Ambani doesn't have to worry about not entertaining them well.

So he said, "Mr. Lin, please stay here and rest for a while. I guess you haven't had enough rest these days. I'll go deal with the things you mentioned first. I'll let you know as soon as I have any news."

“Yes, please, Mr. Ambani.”

Lin Yuan shook hands with him, and then Mukesh Ambani left in a car.

"Mr. Lin, please come with me."

With a standard business smile on his face, Barat Tiwedi took the two of them on a special elevator directly to the presidential suite on the top floor of the hotel.

As the name suggests, it is the most luxurious suite specially used to receive dignitaries from various countries and top dignitaries.

As soon as the elevator door opened, Lin Yuan saw a door shining with golden light. It seemed that the entire door frame and door handle were made of gold. The dazzling light was intoxicating.

There is a saying: Gold is the most stubborn belief of mankind.

This kind of food that cannot be eaten or drunk has gained wide popularity among people of all skin colors, nationalities and cultures around the world.

No other precious metal jewelry, whether it is silver, gemstones, jade... can receive the universal and fanatical love that gold does.

Many people say that they don’t like gold, but that’s mostly because the gold they see is not big enough.

When whole pieces of gold diamonds are piled in front of you, few people can resist being tempted.

The love for gold seems to be engraved deep in human genes.

When you play a game and a piece of equipment drops, it will feel much more advanced if the item name and description are in gold.

At this time, Lin Yuan remembered his system again, which also had golden text prompts.

It turns out that gold is the most stubborn belief of mankind.

Bharat Tiwedi stepped forward, opened the door and welcomed the two in.

"This is the suite for your crew. It's 270 square meters in total and is equipped with a living room, a small cinema, a home hot spring, a gym and other facilities. Do you need me to show you around?" he asked with a smile.

"No need, we can figure it out ourselves. We want to take a break now." Lin Yuan said.

The housekeeper immediately understood that the guest needed personal space, so he took out a small remote control and handed it to Lin Yuan: "If you need anything in the hotel, just press this button.

If you need anything from me after leaving the hotel, you can call the number on the remote control and I will take care of it for you.

After saying this, he bowed and stepped back, then closed the door.

Lin Yuan took off his shoes and stepped on the handmade Persian carpet at the door of the suite. The smooth feeling on his feet was really nice. It must be expensive for a reason.

He took the sleeping Amaya from Betty's hands, put her on the leather sofa in the living room, and asked, "What do you think of this hotel?"

“It’s quite luxurious, and every aspect has been perfected.

There is only one suite corresponding to one elevator, ensuring absolute privacy for our customers.

The butler looked at you with sparkling eyes. He was obviously a fan of yours, but he was able to pretend that he didn't know you at all.

Because at this time he is a service staff and you are the customer, he cannot cause you any trouble. This is a reflection of his professionalism.

It can be said that this hotel is top-notch from hardware to software, and is worthy of being the second home for India's wealthy.

If you have enough money, you can live here every day and treat it as your home." Betty commented on the hotel very professionally.

"Although Mukesh Ambani is paying the bill, guess how much does it cost to stay in this hotel for one night?" Lin Yuan asked.

"About $80,000 to $100,000 a night," Betty said.

Hearing the price, Lin Yuan felt uncomfortable.

One night stay costs US$400, which is about million rupees.

The night before, they were staying in a slum that cost 70 rupees a night, but now they are staying in a top luxury hotel that costs 4000000 rupees a night.

Such a comparison is simply absurd.

If you only look at the Taj Mahal Hotel, you will have the illusion that you are no longer in India.

In fact, it is easy for foreigners to have this feeling in all high-end consumer places in India.

There seemed to be a barrier that enveloped the places of these upper-class people, while the dirt, poverty and chaos of real India were all kept out.

Inside the barrier is the world of the upper class, colorful, bizarre, and full of drunkenness and dreams.

Outside the barrier is the world of ordinary people, which is poor and chaotic, and all living beings suffer.

Lin Yuan looked at Amaya who was still sleeping on the sofa and felt heartbroken again.

Her mother worked like a horse, working hard every day and trying every way to save every penny, but she only saved 40 rupees in several years.

It's not even one-tenth of the price of a night's stay here.

Padama fought desperately for the hard-earned money of 20 rupees. That was her only hope, but in the end she lost her life.

This ubiquitous sense of absurdity made Lin Yuan feel very uncomfortable.

He felt like he was holding his breath, and if he didn't do something, it might explode.

(End of this chapter)