I am a master in India

Chapter 149 Interview
Suer Electric shipped a total of 50,000 water-cooled air conditioners of various models in May, marking its highest monthly sales to date.

The advertising on All India Television was very effective, and distributors came to our door in more than twenty states one after another.

Even though the rainy season is approaching in Mumbai, Suer Electric's shipments are expected to continue to reach new highs in June, according to production plans.

The sheep from the north are all trying their best to get their hands on this product; it's definitely going to be internationally renowned.

Coupled with Kavia's previous promotion in the Times of India, Suer Electric is beginning to resemble a well-known Indian brand.

After several attempts, Kavia finally convinced the editor-in-chief to write a report about the rise of Suer Electric.

India had just liberalized its economic policies in 91, and the government needed emerging companies like Sull Electric to promote the success of its policies.

As they knew each other very well, Ron personally took Kavia on a tour of the Suer Electric Factory, with Raju following quietly behind.

"So how was the revenue in May?" she asked.

“More than 30 million rupees, with a net profit of nearly 20 million.” Ron grinned from ear to ear.

"Wow, this has already surpassed many large companies."

"It'll be even higher this month, oh right, the profits."

“I understand. Just write the sales figures, not the specific profits.” Kavia gave him a reassuring look.

In India, it's equally important to know how to conceal wealth, even if it's not flaunted.

Ron still remembered what happened at the police station. Who knows if some hothead will try to extort money from him after this figure gets out?

In Mumbai, both the legitimate and criminal worlds give him some respect. He made the national news, and who knows what those bigwigs might do next.

"Where are the workers? How big is Suer Electric now?" Kavia directed the photographer behind her to take pictures in the newly completed workshop.

“More than 600 people, and the monthly salary alone costs 1.5 million rupees.”

“This is what’s truly noteworthy,” Kavia scribbled down in her notebook.

It provided thousands of jobs in Mumbai, and both the Congress Party and the BJP came to support it.

Ron trusted Kavia's writing skills; she was his woman, after all.

After showing the newspaper staff around Suer Electric Appliances and boasting about future investment plans, Ron thoughtfully prepared a thick envelope for each of Kavia's colleagues.

Once they received the travel expenses, the newspaper staff became even more obsequious, showering the newspaper with compliments as if they were free.

Kavia was also very happy. Ron gave her a lot of face, allowing her to gain a lot of face in front of her colleagues.

She hugged Ron's arm, her watery eyes seeming to melt anyone's heart.

Taking advantage of a break while her colleagues at the newspaper were resting, she followed them into the office.

"Your colleagues need to rest a little longer, shall we..."

“No, I’ll lose face big time if I do that,” Kavia refused.

Ron ignored her; it was the office, and he liked that kind of atmosphere.

But just as the real show was about to begin, Lazhu came in.
Kavia wanted to scream, but Ron covered her mouth first.

Then a strange scene appeared.

Lazhu stood at the door, dumbfounded. Her mind was blank; she couldn't go in or back.

The people in the office were also stunned, mainly because Kavia was stiff all over, while Ron didn't stop.

We're all family here, why is he so nervous?

If the timing hadn't been wrong, Ron would have wanted to bring Laju in too.

Finally, Laju closed the door, but she didn't leave. She just stood guard at the door until it was completely quiet inside.

"You're such a jerk!" Half an hour later, Kavia opened her makeup mirror to touch up her makeup.

“You look beautiful today.” Ron liked her business suit.

“I’m sure I’ll become the news among my colleagues at the newspaper.” She was anxious and blamed Ron for not being a gentleman.

"Nobody knows anything about this place; the envelopes they have will tell them what to do."

"When did you become so barbaric?" Kavia thought Ron was overreacting.

"The payment from Ulster Electric has arrived. You know, tens of millions of rupees, nobody can stay calm."

In fact, it was watching Laju live that stirred up the Indian genes in his body.

Third Brother, well, it's a family heirloom skill.

"What about your secretary?" Kavia asked, looking at him calmly.

“She knows what to do,” Ron said, feigning indifference.

"She is beautiful and has a great figure."

“I am a Brahmin, and she is just a Vaishya,” Ron said with disdain.

"Really?" Kavia became increasingly skeptical.

Ron had never emphasized caste before, but her woman's intuition told her something was wrong.

“Of course, the noble Brahmins must not be defiled.” Ron said righteously, but in his mind he was thinking that Laju had not yet experienced an office setting and needed to make arrangements as soon as possible.

"Oh my god, I have to get out of here quickly, or they'll really start to suspect something." Kavia finished touching up her makeup and hurriedly left the house.

“Honey, you said you wanted to film some footage of the slums, I’ll take you there.” Ron chased after them.

Outside the door, Lazhu walked in jealously and began cleaning up the mess.

The water glass on the desk was tilted over, and the spilled water had soiled many documents.

Kavia is a social journalist; reporting on the plight of Mumbai's underprivileged is her job. The rainy season is approaching, and the whole city is preparing. She needs to gather footage, and the best place for that is the slums.

This is quite a challenge for a woman, so after considering all the options, Ron's place is still the safest.

As soon as you enter the outer area, a cacophony of sounds fills the air: vendors hawking their wares, children playing, women laughing, distorted love songs blaring from radios, and the sounds of various animals.

"Why are there so many animal sounds?" she asked.

"Because many street performers came to take shelter from the rain," Ron explained.

In a few days, heavy rains will fall, and many migrant workers and performers will begin to seek shelter in slums throughout the city.

Three groups of snake charmers, a team of monkey trainers, and many people who kept parrots and other songbirds also settled in Ron’s slums.

The horses were tethered to a distant wasteland. There were several goats, pigs, chickens, and buffaloes, and even a camel and an elephant.

The slums became like giant arks, providing refuge for all kinds of animals when the flood came.

The people here welcome animals, which adds a lot of fun to the slums, though they also bring some trouble.

On the first night of their stay, while everyone was sleeping, one of the monkeys belonging to the monkey trainer escaped.

The mischievous monkey darted around on the rooftops of several small houses, then ducked down and slipped into the hut of a group of snake charmers.

The snake charmer placed the cobras in covered wicker baskets, with a stone placed on each lid.

The monkey removed one of the stones and opened a willow basket containing three cobras.

The monkey climbed onto the safe roof and screamed, waking the snake charmer, who then shouted a warning.

There's a snake! There's a snake!
The slum was thrown into chaos. Sleepy residents ran around with kerosene lamps and torches, and they took out sticks and poles to hit each other's feet.

Some of the fragile huts were directly knocked down, and Ashish eventually organized two search teams to capture the escaped cobra in the middle of the night.

Hearing these amusing stories, Kavia giggled.

"In fact, the slums were already overcrowded, but when heavy rain was coming, they still tried their best to take in the homeless. Even the demolition committee would not come out at this time, and everyone worked together to get through the difficulties."

The rainy season is a rare time for Mumbai to show goodwill.

“This is fantastic, just the kind of material I need.” Kavia kept taking pictures everywhere.

As they were talking, several more mischievous monkeys darted around on the roof.

"Be careful of them. These monkeys know all sorts of skills, and each one is a first-rate thief."

"What?" Kavia asked, puzzled.

“You’ll find out when we get there,” Ron said, leading her onward.

In the slums, no one locks their doors, because there's no point. Monkeys can roam freely and show off their skills here.

They have a particular fondness for little girls' glass bracelets, brass bangles, and anklets. Even when the monkey trainers have bought them fancy little things to tie on their hairy arms and legs, they still can't resist the urge to steal these kinds of ornaments.

When the group arrived at an open space, they saw the monkey trainer sitting behind a newly set table, looking embarrassed.

Those items were all stolen by our own monkeys, and now we have to put them out for the owners to claim.

“I gave them an idea: put bells on all the monkeys. That way, everyone would notice when they run around. But look.”

Ron pointed to a deserted alleyway where two monkeys were swaggering around.

One of them had its bell removed and was walking upright on its legs. It walked one behind the other monkey, simultaneously using both hands to hold the bell off its companion so that it wouldn't make a sound.

Kavia laughed, "These monkeys are practically geniuses!"

"Although the slums are a bit dirty, the people here are very kind," she said with some emotion.

“You’d better not look at other slums with the same eyes,” Ron reminded her.

"What do you mean?"

“I’ve made those thugs get out of here. Otherwise, why do you think it’s so peaceful here?”

Ron wielded absolute power in his own slum; he could decide who could come in and who could leave.

"You're still involved in things here?" Kavia asked, somewhat surprised.

“Anand usually takes care of things, but he’s in Brazil, so I’ll keep an eye on things for him.”

This is a force to be reckoned with, and Ron needs to assert his authority from time to time.

"You must have a lot on your mind." Kavia carefully avoided the puddles under her feet.

She spread her legs a little apart and then felt a cool sensation.

"What's wrong?" Ron asked, puzzled.

"jerk!"

Kavia turned around awkwardly; her legs were slippery and needed to be cleaned.

Ron was baffled; women's minds are truly hard to fathom.

"You said you're going back to Uttar Pradesh?" she asked from a distance.

"Inspect the branch factory and shoot a movie while we're at it."

"Movie?"

"Yes, preparations will be completed soon."

Mary and the others have informed Ron that the male lead will be on his way soon.

They will be setting off soon.

(End of this chapter)