I am a master in India

Chapter 163 Magic
There was an article about him on the third page of the newspaper.

It describes the extraordinary effects of Suer's electrical products, as well as Ron's own amazing abilities.

The article provides a brief overview of Ron's life and caste, including his role in the bombing.

Then, through the oral accounts of several witnesses, the miracles of Ron and Sue Electric Appliances using mysterious magic to heal the sick are described.

An elderly man claimed that a water-cooled air conditioner cured his eye disease, while another woman said her hearing had been fully restored.

An older man said that he only touched Ron's feet and Ron's shrunken lungs were restored.

They swore that Ron's magic had cured their illness. He was the sole incarnation of the sun god, the lord of health, vitality, and prosperity.

Everything he touches retains magical power and can heal. Those who receive this blessing can also heal themselves from illness.

The article describes various miracles throughout, implying that the products of Suer Electric Appliances were personally blessed by Ron.

Is this definitely not a fantasy novel?
Ron flipped through the newspaper; the author was right in front of him, Kavia.

“My articles have been published in many newspapers across the country,” Kavia said proudly.

"So all those people outside are thanks to you?"

“These stories weren’t made up by me; they believe them without a doubt,” she quickly explained.

“I only went to Uttar Pradesh for a month, and now I’m back and I’ve become the sun god.”

Ron was both amused and exasperated. Are all Indians this abstract?
“That’s because of your good reputation,” Kavia disagreed. “You’ve treated so many people that they’re eager to testify.”

"You mean the free clinics from before?" Ron raised an eyebrow.

"Indians are compassionate and kind, especially the poor. You can't even imagine how much of an impact a Brahmin's act of healing a poor person can have on them."

It's fortunate that you treated them as a doctor; otherwise, the other Brahmin groups would have long since scorned you. They would have considered it understandable because you were a doctor.

"So you wrote this article? Using the incarnation of the sun god to explain my actions, hoping to dispel the last bit of resentment in the hearts of those Brahmins?"

“After all, the sun god shines upon all people, regardless of caste.” Kavia raised her chin slightly, her posture elegant.

"Oh! You've thought of everything for me." Ron was growing to like her more and more.

"You are a doctor, and your caste belongs to the sun god, who is in charge of light and health, and drives away darkness and disease. If you say it's a coincidence, I doubt many people would believe it."

"I had no idea you had the talent of an astrologer?" Ron was astonished. Even as a reporter, Kavia was starting to talk nonsense.

"I'm feeling a little unwell, so, Your Majesty, Sun God, could you bless me and dispel my weariness?" she said, uttering the most provocative words with the most haughty demeanor.

"Give me a shot! Give me a shot! I'll bless you right now!" Ron thought of the office game from last time.

He sensed that Kavia was a bit addicted; that was her Achilles' heel!
When Raju heard that Ron was back, she rushed to the office door and was stunned. Why was the door closed?
Before she could think it through, she heard the sound of a table colliding inside.

Lazhu was an experienced woman; her mind was already full of images.

She frowned, wanting to leave, but fearing others might come, she had no choice but to stand guard at the door.

After Kavia left looking refreshed, she entered the office with a complicated expression.

“Go and call Ashish here,” Ron said, moving the table and chairs back to their original positions.

"Sir, why don't you rest for a while?" Lazhu said angrily as she poured him some tea.

Wait, why isn't this little girl called Baba anymore?
Ron wondered, "Does she also want to get a shot?"

Ignoring him, Lazhu opened the window to ventilate the room, but the smell inside made her frown.

If you smell it for too long, it can even be a little intoxicating.

"Never mind, I'll call Ashish later."

The office door closed once again.

Ron found that he had become corrupted after returning to Uttar Pradesh.

The life of the Brahmin lord there gave rise to a twisted desire in his heart.

Once the unrest had subsided, Ron once again gathered the core members of Suer Electric.

Ashish from the Technical Department, Harus from the Finance Department, Anis from the Production Department, and Damendra from the Sales Department.

"Tell me, why are you in such a hurry to get me back to Mumbai?"

"Boss, have you seen the advertisement in the newspaper?" Ashish asked urgently.

"A newspaper?" Ron was taken aback. He had been so engrossed in reading the mythology that he hadn't paid attention to anything else.

“Look,” Ashish spread out the prepared template, “it’s exactly the same as our water-cooled air conditioner.”

Ron glanced at it; it wasn't just the same, even the names were almost identical.

Sunier Appliances! What genius came up with that name?
Apart from the brand logo, the other party copied Suer Electric Appliances' water-cooled air conditioners inside and out, from color to design.

Rather than calling it a knock-off, it's more accurate to say it's a blatant counterfeit.

"Their products don't seem to be very good?" Ron had a strong sense of inferior quality just by looking at the pictures.

“But they’re cheap,” Ashish pointed to the price, “less than 300 rupees!”

Ron looked up at Damendra, who was in charge of sales, and the latter nodded affirmatively.

“I have indeed heard rumors that some distributors are contacting Sunil Appliances.”

"What about costs? What gives them the confidence to set such prices?" He then looked at Anies in the production department.

“I didn’t see their products, but I guess they used inferior domestic parts as substitutes.” Anies is very knowledgeable about raw material sourcing.

“I’m just curious, where did this Sunil Appliances come from? I’ve never heard of it before.” Ron had also paid attention to his counterparts in Mumbai, but he had never heard of this brand.

“They used to make electric fans,” Ashish explained, “and recently changed their name.”

"Just to imitate our Suer Electric Appliances?" Ron frowned.

“That’s not entirely true.” Ashish’s expression was strange, as were those of the others.

"What happened?" Ron asked, somewhat curious.

"Their original brand name was Fengshen, but the owner's name was Sunier, so changing the name makes perfect sense."

Ashish was frustrated. He had warned Suer Electric at the beginning, and this was the response he received.

Ron was truly amazed; you can't expect Indian businessmen to have any integrity.

They acted without any scruples, never caring about so-called morality or rules.

"By the way, how's our electric fan?" Ron suddenly remembered something else.

“Excellent!” Ashish’s expression brightened. “3 units were shipped in the first month.”

"So many?" Ron was somewhat surprised.

“We have Miss Kavia to thank for that,” Ashish pointed to the newspaper. “Since then, people have been snapping up our products, and the cheapest electric fans have been the best sellers.”

Suer Electric manufactures table fans and wall fans, not the traditional ceiling fans.

Ceiling fans are primarily made of steel and have much more powerful motors. Due to cost constraints, they often cost as much as 800 rupees.

Table fans and wall fans are much smaller, and Suer Electric has switched to plastic material, with each unit priced at only 300 rupees.

It is cheaper than the lowest-end water-cooled air conditioner and is very popular among people at the bottom of society.

Since they're all blessed by the Sun God, of course I'll choose the cheaper one.

The 3 electric fans produced in July were all absorbed by the local market in Mumbai, demonstrating the brand's formidable appeal.

Creating gods in India is really effective.

"How are the water-cooled air conditioner shipments in June?" Ron was most concerned about his mainstay product.

"That's also a record high, 6 units." Damendra had already memorized the data.

Yes, not bad, another 10,000 units more than in May.

In high spirits, Ron looked expectantly at Harus, who was in charge of finances.

It's July now, and for products shipped in June, theoretically some payments should have been received.

"Sales of water-cooled air conditioners in June reached 3700 million rupees, with a net profit of 2100 million rupees. One-third of the payments have already been received, and the remainder will be settled within 60 days."

However, due to the semi-automation upgrade of the factory, we invested another 1000 million rupees, so the cash balance on paper didn't change much.

Ron nodded; this was within his expectations. Semi-automation could greatly improve production efficiency, not only saving labor costs but also facilitating the company's rapid expansion.

Although Suer Electric's sales have repeatedly hit new highs, it hasn't actually saved much money.

Most of the revenue is used for expansion and internal improvements. For example, the branch factory in Uttar Pradesh and the semi-automation transformation of the factory in Mumbai.

These two major decisions will require at least 20 to 30 million rupees to make them happen.

It's all money; Suer Electric will spend most of its profits this year on this.

"The revenue of 900 million rupees from the electric fans is expected to be fully settled within two weeks, with a profit of approximately 500 million rupees."

Not bad. After listening to Harus's report, Ron's mood improved considerably.

I have money in my hand and don’t panic.

Including all of these, Ron's personal slush fund has approximately $1600 million available, not counting the US dollars.

Speaking of which, Anand and Luca should be back by now, but unfortunately he hasn't had a chance to see them yet.

The travel agencies in Vinod have also made many trips to Dubai in the past few months.

If we recheck their accounts, there should be even more.

Forget it, let's talk about the present first.

"When will this Sunil Electric water-cooled air conditioner be available?" Ron asked.

"I heard it was on the first weekend after the rainy season ended, September 5th."

“Less than a month left?” Ron tapped his fingers slowly on the table.

"Boss, should we ask Shiva's army for help?" Ashish asked quietly.

"Who are you referring to?" Ron asked with a half-smile.

"That tiger, Thackeray!"

Ashish was well aware that his boss was protected by Shiva's army, and Thackeray's power in Mumbai was now common knowledge.

No one dares to misbehave as long as he speaks.

"Ashish, it's best not to use this kind of relationship lightly. Because you may not be able to afford the price, and Suer Electric is not facing a life-or-death situation yet."

Ron goes to great lengths to avoid relying on powerful figures to solve problems, as does Had Khan of the underworld and Thakre of Shiva's army.

Dealing with a Sunil appliance doesn't require such a large-scale effort.

(End of this chapter)