I am a master in India

Chapter 162 Unprepared
"Ron Baba, are you going back to Mumbai?"

"Yes, it's business, I need to go back."

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

"Director Schiff said the crew was going to Uttarakhand soon, and I couldn't go with them even if I stayed behind."

Urmila is still young, very love-struck, and very clingy.

"I recently learned a new dance, but I haven't had a chance to show it to you yet." Her eyes sparkled captivatingly.

"Dance?" Ron's heart skipped a beat.

"Yes, I've been practicing dance since I was a child."

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

If a female celebrity doesn't dance well, no matter how beautiful she is, it's hard for her to become a big star.

Even Manisha from Nepal dances quite well.

Ron felt a little regretful for his oversight; a female celebrity who could dance could unlock many difficult moves.

With his splits and other poses, he has plenty of opportunities to take advantage of people!
Even if all else fails, it's still nice to admire the graceful dance of a beautiful woman.

“Mira, it’s not too late for you to jump now,” Ron said, eager to try.

"No, I have no strength left," Urmira said.

They had spent the entire night studying the script, and were already exhausted.

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

After feeding the local spies, Ron packed his bags and prepared to head back to Mumbai.

Ashish called to say that Suer Electric had met its match.

Another water-cooled air conditioner manufacturer has emerged in Mumbai.

The other party is currently promoting and advertising, just waiting for the rainy season to end before launching the product.

More details are still unknown, but Ron is determined to go back and oversee things personally.

To be honest, he had anticipated that Suer appliances would be copied, but he didn't expect it to happen so quickly.

It has been less than half a year since the water-cooled air conditioner was officially launched until the end of July.

This level of efficiency is not Indian at all.

Unfortunately, things in Uttar Pradesh were just beginning to get going.

With the help of his second uncle, Adiya, Ron has signed an agreement with a construction company called Wave.

On the open ground southwest of Varana, dust was already flying everywhere as hundreds of workers were working hard to level the land in preparation for laying the foundation.

Ron originally wanted to stay longer until the engineering, personnel, and regulatory arrangements were all on track.

There's no time to worry about that now; I can only leave things here in the north to other members of the family.

Although the Suer family has its share of eccentric individuals, their strong familial bonds are undeniable.

Uncle Prash was in a hurry to help Ron get a civil service job on the very first day.

Sanbernilav, without any attempt to hide his bribery and embezzlement of public funds within the village committee, even went so far as to explain the details.

Second Uncle Adiya…

Yes, the construction company Ron signed with previously helped his second uncle build a dam.

The plan to expand from one to four failed, so now they're turning to building factories for Ron.

It's ridiculous, but he had no choice.

Ron visited several other construction companies in Varanasi, and each one was worse than the last.

Those who can secure government public works projects must have some foundation; in the end, they can only choose the best among the worst.

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

After giving a brief explanation to his family, Ron prepared to leave.

When he returned to Mumbai this time, he brought about twenty young men with him, all of whom were his former servants.

This includes Nia's three brothers, who, along with Amit and Rajiv from Mumbai, are now Ron's bodyguards.

Including Ron and Nia, there were seven people in total. They flew back, while the rest took the train.

Some of their family members would also come along, making a total of over a hundred people, so flying wasn't an option.

Ron now travels with great pomp, and his luggage is handled by servants.

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

"Anil, what are you carrying on your back?"

"The back?" Anil touched the bulging bundle on his back. "Machine gun!"

"What!" Ron was stunned.

“Machine gun. Ratan said Mumbai is not safe, and it makes things easier to talk.”

"Do you know where we're going now?" Ron almost laughed at his stupidity.

“Airport?” Anil asked uncertainly.

"You knew it was an airport, and you still brought a machine gun? What, are you planning to hijack the plane, or do you expect security to be blind?" Ron kicked him angrily.

“What should we do? This gun cost 120,000 rupees.” Anil touched his back like a precious treasure.

"Take this to Mumbai for the people taking the train. Go and arrange it now."

Ron wasn't opposed to his bodyguards carrying guns, but it was clearly impossible for them to get on the plane.

Following the bombings, security checks at airports across India have become extremely stringent.

Trains, on the other hand, can be used for some minor tricks; at worst, you can hop onto a carriage and sit on the roof, and you'll still get to Mumbai.

This is a traditional skill of the Third Brother, and everyone knows it.

They came as beautiful women, but left as five burly men.

Mary and the others have already set off for Uttarakhand, with only Nia remaining with Ron.

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

"You can dance?" Ron was taken aback.

"Yes, I learned it at the temple when I was little. It's Bharatana dance. My aunt Lina took me there to learn it."

Ron slapped his forehead. Nia had grown up in their family since she was little. She had not only learned a lot but had also been his mother's capable assistant. However, after he turned thirteen, Nia was sent back home.

The mother said that once Ron got into college, she would bring Nia back, otherwise her health would suffer.

Bharata dance, hehe.
Hey, that's not right.

"Nia, why are you suddenly going to dance for me?"

“Miss Urmila isn’t here, but Nia is.”

"You were eavesdropping?"

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

Ron's travel information company has a reception desk at Mumbai Airport.

He doesn't need to worry about anything here; customs clearance, luggage, and transportation will all be arranged.

But there was still no shortage of people waiting to pick them up; Kavia was already waiting at the passenger exit.

“Darling, you’re finally back!” She practically pounced on him.

“Honey, 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 right now; I need to go to Suer Appliances first.”

"I'll go with you; my car is right outside."

"You bought a car?" Ron asked, somewhat surprised.

“The newspaper’s car,” Kavia said with a smug smile, “They wouldn’t reimburse me for my attendance, so I had to swallow my pride and ask for an old car.”

Kaviya is a journalist who travels around Mumbai every day, and the cost of taxis alone is quite high.

But every time I try to get reimbursement, the newspaper office finds all sorts of excuses to refuse.

Finally, Kavia went to the editor-in-chief herself and managed to find an ambassador's car that was almost scrapped.

The newspaper provided the truck, she provided the fuel, and they compromised with each other.

Yes, Ron saw it. The white Ambassador car had bad paint chipping, and the intact parts were starting to yellow, almost completely covering the original color.

"I'll just use mine." He reluctantly pulled out the key to his Taurus car.

"Wow, bro, I get to experience a luxury car too."

She took the keys without ceremony and started the car. Then, with a confident wave of her head, she gestured for Ron to get in.

Kavia acts boldly and without any pretense. Just like when she drives, she's reckless and doesn't care about the deafening horns behind her.

Ron felt as if he were on the set of "John Wick," sitting in the same spot next to the main character.

“Kavia, you have the talent to be a race car driver.” Ron couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief when they arrived at the entrance of Suer Electric Appliances.

“Ha, Veraje said the same thing.” She was even more smug.

“Veraje?” Ron’s expression shifted.

“He’s been in a really bad mood lately,” Kavia laughed.

"why?"

"Because of Hela, she rejected him again and went to Goa. Villager can only drown his sorrows in the Leopold Bar every day, and 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 we are now,” Kavia laughed.

"Oh!" Ron was secretly pleased. "He can't learn this; it's a matter of talent."

Veraja, man, it's not that I don't want to teach you.

Hella has taken my shape, too late!
Being a NTR (Netorare) is pretty exciting, I must say.

After being teased by Kavia, Ron was starting to get restless.

However, he was startled by what he saw as soon as he got out of the car.

In front of Suer Electric Appliances, there is a clay statue that is two or three meters tall, standing there boldly.

Its neck was adorned with garlands, and beside 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 a temple turn up in front of his factory?
Ron looked at it more closely and realized that the clay figure was an enlarged version of himself.

Ron's brain short-circuited.

"It's Surbai!" "It's Surbai!"

Suddenly, the person praying in front of the clay statue noticed Ron standing not far away.

They ran over to him excitedly and touched his feet in a gesture of respect.

Ron was completely bewildered, but he still politely patted their shoulders, completing the blessing gesture.

These people were shouting loudly, speaking many languages, of which Ron probably only understood about six.

They all talked about his name, or miracles, blessings, and the like.

Hearing this, passersby nearby rushed over, and Ron was terrified by the scene.

He told Anil to hold off the crowd while he grabbed Kavia and Nia and quickly fled the scene.

"What the hell is going on?"

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

At that moment, he suddenly remembered the last time Dara Singh went to the film set, and it was exactly the same as now.

How come he gets the treatment of a Bollywood star? No, even stars don't need to be enshrined in statues.

“Look at this.” Kavia pulled a newspaper out of her bag.

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

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

P.S.: Uttar Pradesh is a major storyline, and everything before this is just setup. The bloody veil over there hasn't been lifted yet, and it will be interspersed throughout the narrative, explored in greater depth.

(End of this chapter)