I am a master in India

Chapter 154 Gathering People
Ron had originally planned to return to the city earlier, but his uncle's family was so hospitable that they insisted he stay for a few more days.

This place used to be the Ron family's courtyard; although they moved away, the place is still there.

Ron didn't refuse and decided to stay for one night first, as he had lived here for a long time when he was a child.

In the evening, the other two uncles arrived with their families. One lived in the city, and the other in the next village; neither lived too far away.

The Sue family's dining room was large, with high ceilings, some heavy old-fashioned furniture, and a large chandelier.

Even when the entire family of over twenty people was seated, the restaurant still felt quite empty.

The scene was lively, needless to say. Ron had more than ten cousins, and each of them treated him very well.

Ron is not actually an only child; he had older brothers, but they both died young, leaving him as the only son.

As the youngest child, he naturally received a lot of care within the family.

After dinner and seeing everyone off, he finally had time to rest and take a hot bath.

The manor has a private marble bath, and without Ron even saying a word, a group of maids come in to help him change clothes, shave, and trim his hair.

What bothered him was that these maids were only wearing a thin veil, which meant they were practically naked by the steamy bath.

They were all quite good-looking, and their massage skills were superb, making Ron distracted.

In the end, he called Nia in, as he didn't trust anyone else to help.

After thoroughly enjoying the treatment of a lord, he decided to visit Nia's house before returning to the city the next day.

Ron is still missing a few true confidants, and his childhood servants and playmates are undoubtedly the most reliable.

He only caught a glimpse of Nia's house from afar yesterday. Once inside the yard, he realized it wasn't much better than the slums of Mumbai.

The mud-walled, thatched-roof house also had only one room. Before my sister got married, all eight members of the family squeezed into this small space.

When Ron came in, he was invited to sit on the only lightweight bed in the house, which was similar to the one in Anand's house, hastily woven with rope.

The room served as both a bedroom and a kitchen, and the walls and roof were blackened with soot from the stove, turning them as black as charcoal.

No wonder the newspapers say that in villages in northern India, the dry cough of people suffering from tuberculosis is as common as the mooing of cows and the ringing of temple bells.

Ron found it hard to believe that the Vaishyas of the North lived worse than the Dalits of the South.

But Nia's brother, Anil, told him that every household in the village was in the same situation, and that their family was even slightly better off.

At least all the older brothers had jobs, and apart from their cramped living quarters, the family had no worries about food or clothing.

“Where are Shiva and Ram?” Ron asked. These were Nia’s other two brothers.

“They’re patrolling the fields; those hemp plants are important.” Anil brought over some warmed milk.

There are six water buffaloes in the yard, so getting some milk shouldn't be difficult.

"Do you all know how to use guns?" Ron gestured with his hands.

“Yes!” Anil shook his head. “We’ve fired live ammunition.”

“Come with me to Mumbai, and you can bring your family along too.”

“Okay!” Anil agreed without hesitation; he was originally a servant of the Ron family.

“You alone are not enough. Go to the village and find some more. Only young and strong people are needed. No bad habits.”

Ron's line of servants included more than just Nia's family, but because his parents left early, he lost contact with many of them.

But he could gather a group of people whenever he needed to. The Brahmin's power and influence were as profound as the law.

Anil nodded and noted it down; his two older brothers would handle it. While they chatted, Nia was busy running around.

She is skilled at boiling water and cooking, and from a rural perspective, she is a very virtuous girl.

The luxurious lifestyle in Mumbai did not dazzle her.

Seeing the coal dust on her fair and tender face, Ron couldn't help but reach out and pinch it.

She giggled, and her family laughed along, their laughter filled with joy and a hint of longing.

Unfortunately, Nia's belly didn't grow big, which made everyone, including Anil, somewhat disappointed.

Ron, unaware of their thoughts, took some money out of his bag. Not much, just a few tens of thousands of rupees.

This is for Anil's relocation expenses, as well as for other people who are willing to go to Mumbai with him.

Ron was a Brahmin, and his master could order his servants to do things without any reason.

But look at this dilapidated house; they can't even afford the fare to Mumbai. Without some moving expenses, they can't even leave.

Nia's family accepted the gift with great gratitude, while Ron readily accepted their touching of the feet, for the master-servant relationship must not be confused.

Ron left after sitting there for only a few minutes, accompanied by Nia and Anil. The former was his personal maid, and the latter his bodyguard.

There's not much to see in the rural areas of Uttar Pradesh. Aside from various tragedies, life there won't change much in ten years.

Back in Varanasi, Ratan drove them in his Civic as usual. He confidently assured them that he had connections there and could help Ron with all the paperwork the film crew needed.

"Why don't you let the driver, Ishan, drive?" Ron asked curiously, since they clearly had a full-time driver at home.

"He's going to buy alcohol today," Ratan replied without turning his head, jerking the steering wheel sharply.

"what?"

"Foreign liquor is very hard to buy."

Indian men all like to drink alcohol. If we categorize them this way, there are only two types of people in India: those who drink "Indian alcohol" and those who drink "British alcohol".

"Indian wine" is for the poor and rural people. It includes palm wine, arugula, and homemade inferior wine.

"British liquor" was naturally for the wealthy, including rum, whiskey, beer, gin, and various other liquors left behind by the British.

The Sue family consumes at least one bottle of fine whisky every week, the real British kind.

However, it is very difficult to buy liquor in Uttar Pradesh; you have to have someone specifically guard the store.

Every day, at least fifty people would crowd in front of the shops selling foreign liquor; they were all servants buying liquor for their masters.

The Suer family's drivers went to line up early in the morning, and since no one else could drive, Ratan had to drive himself.

Life in Uttar Pradesh is completely different from life in Mumbai, and Ron hasn't even scratched the surface of it yet.

Upon arriving at the hotel, Ron introduced Ratan to Mary and the others. Ratan, a stark contrast to his domineering nature in the countryside, appeared instead trembling with fear.

In his eyes, these were Bollywood filmmakers who could create all sorts of magical and incredible scenes.

Indians, including many Brahmins, have a particular fondness for Bollywood filmmakers. This is because filmmakers are grand dreamers, and in India, their dreams are inevitably bigger than those of ordinary people.

What they are pursuing is a collective dream, a dream of nearly a billion people.

Ron said he needed a guesthouse to accommodate the film crew. Without hesitation, Ratan excitedly ran out to make the arrangements.

"You're planning to let Schiff and the others stay at a guesthouse?" Mary couldn't help but ask.

“The budget is tight.” Ron shrugged, indicating he had no money.

“I can’t imagine how many people will be able to keep their bellies,” Mary lamented.

"Is there a problem?" Ron asked curiously.

“Ulmira has been having stomach problems for the past two days, and I’m very worried about her condition.”

Ron was taken aback and looked up at the lobby. "If I remember correctly, this is the best hotel in the city."

"It was my responsibility; I should have stopped her."

Mary explained that after Ron left yesterday, the group went shopping in the city and couldn't resist being drawn to the local snacks.

Fortunately, Mary had been warned by Ron and didn't dare to try it lightly.

But Urmira, relying on her native Indian physique, couldn't control her appetite and ate to her heart's content.

I only walked halfway down the street before rushing back to the hotel to use the restroom, and I still haven't recovered to this day.

It turns out that Indian street food is universally appealing, regardless of nationality.

“I’ll go up and take a look.” Ron turned around.

“You?” Mary stared at him with some suspicion.

"I'm a doctor!" Ron said confidently, puffing out his chest.

Inside the room, Lena was taking care of Urmira, who was bedridden. The little girl was pale and her eyes were lifeless.

When Ron came in, she didn't even have the strength to get up.

"Did you take your medicine?" he asked.

“I brought some with me, but it didn’t work very well.” Urmila looked at the head of the bed.

Ron picked up the medicine bottle, glanced at it, and shook his head. "Bring me the medicine I brought."

Nia deftly pulled a first-aid kit from her bag, which was full of top-of-the-line special medicines that Ron had prepared for all sorts of difficult and complicated diseases.

Dr. Suer deserves his title; in just over a year, he has treated countless patients and is truly deserving of the title of attending physician.

With the added support of various drug distribution channels, diarrhea and other ailments are easily cured.

After feeding Urmira her medicine, Ron asked Nia to prepare hot water.

"I will give you a physical therapy session, which will help you recover faster."

"Physical therapy?" Urmila asked, puzzled.

“It’s just an abdominal massage,” Ron said directly and clearly.

"Huh?" Urmila exclaimed softly.

She looked at Mary and Lena, both of whom gave her reassuring looks.

Well, Urmira reassured herself, of course Dr. Sul was right.

Moreover, as an actress, she has to overcome various situations and cannot be as conservative as ordinary Indian women.

“If it’s inconvenient, an injection will do,” Ron suggested.

"No, I'd rather have physical therapy!" Nineteen-year-old Urmila couldn't imagine herself getting an injection.

Nia brought over hot water, and Ron washed his hands before gently pressing them onto Urmira's lower abdomen through her clothes.

It's very soft and warm.

Urmira's fair face flushed red in an instant.

Her eyes darted around in panic, but Mary and the others had already quietly slipped away.

Ron gently applied pressure with his hands, relieving her muscles along the meridians.

Oh my, it feels so tingly and warm, it feels really comfortable.

Urmila's panicked emotions gradually calmed down, and her chest stopped pounding like a drum.

"Is it any better?" Ron asked.

"Mmm." She nodded, her face flushed.

"No cravings allowed during filming, or we'll be in big trouble."

"Yes, Dr. Sur." Urmira obediently complied.

"Call me Ron."

"Lolo Enbaba".

Hiss! Ron's men panicked, almost disrupting their rhythm.

This is his Achilles' heel, especially when a woman moans.

Oh dear, it seems he has quite a few weaknesses.

Bah, he just wants Cao Pi, he just lusts after her body.

“Urmira, Uttar Pradesh is different from South India. Don’t apply the experience from there to here.”

"Why?" she asked.

“The languages ​​are different in the two places, so it’s normal for the ideas to be different. Similarly, the understanding of Durga is also different. I’ll talk to you about it separately later.”

"Okay, Ronbaba, thank you for your hard work."

"Don't mention it, he loves getting injections." Ron was about to say something when there was a knock on the door.

It was Mary. She said Schiff and the crew had arrived, and they needed to discuss the next filming schedule.

(End of this chapter)