I am a master in India

Chapter 166 Creating God
Moral bankruptcy! Rao's "Make in India" vision suffers a major blow!

The news headline seems normal at first glance, but why do the two accompanying photos look so familiar?

Bania suddenly realized that this was a comparison picture of Suer Electric's water-cooled air conditioner and his counterfeit product.

A sense of unease rose from the bottom of his heart, and Bania quickly glanced at the newspaper with his head down.

This article in The Times of India did not directly target the newly renamed Sunil Electric.

It analyzes the current predicament of Made in India from multiple perspectives, including economics, environment, policy, law, and industry.

The article states bluntly that counterfeiting and plagiarism are the number one enemies of "Made in India".

If it were just these things, it wouldn't be so bad, but it uses Sunier Electric as a negative example.

From appearance to color, Sunier Electric's products were criticized as utterly worthless from every angle.

"They even imitated the name. I wonder if Mr. 'Sunil' is also planning to study medicine."

The article sharply exposes the dirty secret of Sunier Appliances: it shamelessly plays the role of a copy factory.

It's a long and rambling piece of writing, but it all boils down to one theme: the existence of Sunil Electric is a disgrace to Indian manufacturing!
It brought shame to the government and enraged the president in his office!
Yes, typical of The Times of India style. They're intertwining politics and economics, deliberately amplifying the destructive power of events.

Whether Rao was furious or not is unknown, but Bania was definitely enraged.

He did manage to create a knock-off, but the product hasn't even gone on sale yet!

Fengshen Electric Fans... no, Sunil Electric Appliances, what makes them worthy of such attention from the Times of India?
That wasn't all; Bania had other newspapers in his possession.

The Indian Express reports: Consumers are furious: We are not being ripped off!

The Sun, this is blasphemy against the sun god Surya!

What the heck? Bania looked completely bewildered.

The first few newspapers were still focusing on plagiarism, so how did they suddenly drag Apollo into it?
The rapid changes in style annoyed and frustrated him.

My son took the newspaper and was happily flipping through a new comic magazine.

Bania snatched it away and slammed it to the ground.

"I spent so much money on your tutoring classes, and this is how you repay me?"

The twelve-year-old son was stunned, and tears welled up in his eyes.

Hearing the noise in the kitchen, the new wife cautiously peeked out.

"I spent ages making curry fish, and now my stomach is growling!"

The pleasant weekend was abruptly shattered.

The atmosphere at home plummeted to freezing point, and everyone fell silent.

Even the mischievous youngest son has disappeared somewhere.

Bania was in a bad mood; he knew his factory was in big trouble.

The fact that so many newspapers have suddenly turned their attention to him can only prove one thing: he has offended a big shot!

As for who it was, the newspaper also provided the answer.

The most innocent person, the one who was treated as a positive role model, was the one he offended.

Bania suddenly felt a pang of regret; he hadn't expected that Dr. Suer would have so much power.

Almost all the newspapers in Mumbai were on his side. How did he manage to do that?
Bribery? Bania tried it himself, and it didn't work.

Indian newspapers are all eager to stir up trouble, making it difficult to get them to obey.

Ring ring… The phone in the living room rang.

Bania picked up the phone angrily, but as soon as she heard the voice, she immediately put on a fawning smile.

The call came from the city councilor who had promised to introduce him to "Tiger" Thackeray, and he was in a bad mood as well.

He blamed Bania for being foolish enough to provoke that Dr. Sue.

Only six months after the bombing, many newspapers in Mumbai still sing his praises.

Banja's actions were tantamount to humiliating the "heroes of Mumbai," which clearly provoked public outrage.

For a full five minutes, Bania stood in front of the phone, bowing and scraping.

After finally managing to get through it, he spat out a vicious spit.

You were so quick to take the money back then, but you didn't seem to care about that Dr. Su.

Before changing his name, Bania specifically consulted that member of parliament, who assured him that it was a matter of free market competition.

In the end, a few newspapers scared him so much that he wanted to distance himself from the situation.

Bania's mood worsened, and he began considering finding a more powerful backer.

It's just a few reports. Which businessman or politician in Mumbai hasn't been criticized?

This is the only way to become a great person!

If newspapers' opinions mattered, what would be the point of laws?

No, the Indian people may need laws, but India doesn't need laws!
This country relies on bribery and connections to get things done.

Bania did not lose his fighting spirit; on the contrary, he became even more determined to ride on Dr. Suer's coattails.

Dr. Su is a good person, he probably wouldn't hold a grudge against someone as insignificant as himself.

Besides, the newspapers have already criticized him. If he doesn't try to get involved, wouldn't he be getting criticized for nothing?
The phone rang again.

Bania answered the phone impatiently; it was someone from the factory, and he blurted out a string of insults.

One minute it's the newspaper, the next it's a member of parliament; he has nowhere to vent his anger, and his subordinates arrive just in time.

But before he could get into the zone, he was abruptly interrupted, and his expression changed drastically.

"Did you write all of this?" Ron asked, looking at the newspaper in his hand with a strange expression.

“Not entirely.” Kavia pursed her lips, trying to make her newly applied lipstick more even.

"Isn't that a bit of an exaggeration? I just want people to recognize our brand and not be easily misled."

“Ron, you still don’t understand India,” Kavia said, putting away her makeup mirror. “This country needs gods.”

This place is filled with deception, betrayal, killing, sin, and death. There is no god, and everyone will go mad.

The more blood-stained their hands, the more unwavering their faith in the gods.

“But this,” Ron flipped through the newspaper in his hand, “I feel like you’re creating a living god.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that; the important thing is that people are willing to believe.” She felt no burden about her writing.

Although Kavia attended university abroad, she is ultimately a native Indian.

She grew up listening to stories of all sorts of gods, and sometimes she herself would doubt whether Ron really had supernatural abilities.

Otherwise, there's no way to explain why his milk was so hot, like being bathed in sunlight, making his entire abdomen feel warm.

She thought that even if Ron didn't have supernatural abilities, he must be special.

“Oh right, I think I saw Rahul Mehrotra when I came here?” Kavia remembered something else.

"You mean that architect? I asked him to design the new office building for Suer Electric."

Wow, sounds like you're going to make a big splash.

"As you can see, my office is so cramped that there's not even enough room for us to move around a few more times."

"Nonsense!" she laughed and cursed, her delicate lips full of smiles.

"In short, this small building can't possibly accommodate too many people. There's also a large tract of wasteland next to Suer Electric Appliances, enough to build an industrial park."

“It’s hard to believe that you asked me to inquire about this land just a year ago.”

"Back then you were still wary of me?" Ron shrugged.

Kavia laughed; she was wearing a deep V-neck that time, and this guy's eyes couldn't resist.

"Alright, my God, I should go back to the newspaper office now." She picked up her bag, stood up, and prepared to leave.

She snuck out, taking advantage of an overseas visit. Now that the office game is over, it's time for her to go back.

"Come for injections often in the future."

"You're such a jerk!" Kavia almost threw her bag at him.

Ron chuckled smugly; after all, he was a doctor.

Ah, people are in high spirits when they have good news.

He could already imagine Bania's expression right now.

This round of mudslinging is enough to render all of the other party's efforts futile.

The potential users of water-cooled air conditioners are mostly middle-income people, most of whom have a habit of reading newspapers.

The counterfeit behavior of that Sunier Appliances should be framed as a scandal, and it would be best to nail it to the pillar of shame.

Once confirmed, the brand's reputation will be ruined.

Not only will the unreleased water-cooled air conditioner be stillborn, but even the existing electric fan may be in jeopardy.

Even at that point, Ron still has a backup plan to ensure it dies a glorious death.

So far, the propaganda campaign seems to be working well; even Harry and his team have called to inquire about the details.

Ron guessed that rumors were already flying around in Mumbai's business community, but he wasn't in a hurry.

On the table was a concept drawing of the future Suer Electric office building, which was what he was currently concerned about.

Suer Electric's total number of employees has swelled to eight or nine hundred, most of whom are outsourced workshop workers.

Office staff make up about a quarter of the building, and this small group has filled the original old three-story building to capacity.

Ron also plans to establish his own technology center, as the current location simply cannot meet his needs.

So building an industrial park is no joke; it will be the future headquarters of Suer Electric in Mumbai.

Yes, it must be grand.

The problem is that acquiring such a large area of ​​wasteland will cost a lot of money.

He roughly estimated that it was over 200 acres, or more than 80 hectares, a very spacious piece of land.

Industrial parks contain not only factories, but also roads, warehouses, and even employee communities.

This is a huge project, and to be honest, it's very difficult for Ron right now.

However, he has great ambitions and has long coveted that land. Many areas in Mumbai are still undeveloped, and it might be too late to make a move in a few years.

The most interesting thing is that, affected by the bombing, land prices in all areas of Mumbai are falling by as much as 40 percent.

Just as I was thinking about future plans, I heard footsteps at the door.

"Boss!" Ashish rushed over.

He didn't even bother to knock on the door, nor did he have time to consider whether his sister and the others were currently in a difficult situation.

"What is it?" Ron looked up.

"Boss, Sunil's electrical factory is surrounded." Ashish couldn't hide the joy on his face.

"What! Didn't I say our people weren't allowed to participate?"

“They’re not our people. The workers are all in the workshop. Would you like to go and take a look?” Ashish asked excitedly.

Ron was taken aback, then his expression slowly became quite interesting.

(End of this chapter)