I am a master in India

Chapter 168 Villain
The visitor was Ashish, who lived not far from Amor's house, separated by a barbed wire fence.

When Amor went to the legal slums to get electricity, it was only after Ashish gave his approval that he was able to do so.

The two met around that time. As a semi-ruler in the Sur slums, Ashish needed to pay special attention to the special individuals there.

Take Amor, for example. He's burly and looks like someone you shouldn't mess with.

Most of them are thugs, and wherever they go, trouble is bound to follow.

Of course, not all the people in the slums are good people. This city of money has forced them to develop all sorts of bad habits.

Therefore, Ashish and Anand would turn a blind eye to ordinary thugs.

Aside from those scoundrels with blood on their hands, no one wants to associate with them.

Ashish believed that Amor had the potential to become a villain.

He's too impulsive to be a sniper. He's too insensitive to be a politician. And too unshrewd to be a leader.

He always got drunk, and then he would fight people with his bare hands, or by grabbing whatever was at hand—glass jars, wooden sticks, iron bars from roadside stalls.

He was well-known among street thugs and had many followers, but he would never reach the heights of Hadhan.

Amor didn't become a villain because he had a harmonious family.

His parents, his brother, and his wife all loved him very much.

He also has a lovely daughter, and this strong man is always surrounded by the love of his family.

Ashish observed him until Amor came to him on his own initiative.

Now that the matter is over, Ashish has come to fulfill his promise.

As soon as he entered the room, Amor opened his eyes.

"That factory is finished."

“I saw it.” Ashish sat down, smiling as he teased the girl beside him.

"What did Mr. Suer say? Can I be transferred to Suer Electric Appliances?" A glimmer of hope appeared in Amor's eyes.

His wife, hearing this, held her breath. Everyone in this slum hoped to become a member of the Suer factory and then move inside the barbed wire fence.

"Mr. Sue has agreed. You'll start work in a month. You'll be the factory's security captain first. What happens after that depends on your performance."

"Please convey to Mr. Suer that with me here, the factory will definitely not have any problems," Amor assured him, patting his chest.

“Alright,” Ashish stood up. “Mr. Sue doesn’t like trouble, and he dislikes Laforda even more.”

"I understand, it won't happen again."

Ashish left satisfied; it was just a matter of making arrangements for someone, which was easy for him.

"You're going to work for Mr. Suer?" Amor's wife asked, somewhat surprised.

"What do you think I've been busy with these past few days? It's all to make your lives better!" He said with a hint of smugness and a sigh of relief.

Amor was well aware of his character flaws; if things continued this way, he would one day die in the street.

His daughter was only seven months old when she almost fell into a bucket of water because she was unattended. This experience made Amor realize the importance of parenting.

Without him, this family would fall apart. They would have to move out, his wife would remarry, and their daughter might not even be able to afford a dowry when she grows up.

He also wants to find a stable and good job so that his family can make a decent living.

Amor doesn't dream of moving into the wealthy area of ​​Malabar; his dream is more realistic.

He marked out a small open space in front of his house, intending to expand his home there and build a balcony.

For Amor, pleasure meant going to a bar for a drink.

He wasn't the most devout Hindu, but he followed Hindu rules without complaint.

But Amor saw no hope before; he noticed that there were fewer and fewer factories in Mumbai and the employment rate in the area was getting lower and lower.

People are unemployed and stay at home, and men have nothing to do all day, but they have to spend money to go anywhere.

If a young man decides to go to a nightclub for a few drinks, he won't have the money to support his family.

You've gotten him used to going to nightclubs for entertainment, and he's gotten used to this lifestyle. To maintain this lifestyle, he'll do anything.

Amor once knew someone who killed someone over 200 rupees for drinks.

At first, he found it hard to understand, but after spending more time on the streets, he came to realize a principle: what kind of person does what kind of thing.

If you're a writer, after a few drinks, you'll tell yourself, "I must write something."

If you're a dancer, after a few drinks, you might think, "Why don't I go dancing?"

If you were a hitman, after a few drinks, you'd think, "What's the big deal about killing someone?"

Amor was frightened; he worried that one day he might have such dangerous thoughts himself.

However, the dairy factory where he now works pays a meager salary of less than 800 rupees.

This is already higher than the income of most people in the slums, but it is far from enough to make the whole family live comfortably.

Until Suer Electric rose from the ground, it attracted everyone's attention like the sun in central Mumbai.

An ordinary worker's salary is three thousand rupees, which is almost three times Amor's income.

He couldn't even earn enough to make a living by working himself to the bone on the streets; he was utterly defeated.

Amor sometimes thought that if he joined Suer Electric Appliances, he would surpass most of his colleagues in less than a year.

He had this confidence because he had studied and had a degree.

That's right, Amor was actually a Brahmin.

With a potential adversary unexpectedly eliminated, Ron finally had the energy to focus on other things. First, Anand and the others returned.

This trip to Brazil, including the round trip, took them two or three months at sea.

Today, Ron drove to Luca's rented apartment in Mumbai to celebrate their business success.

“Dude, you should have come with me.” Luca seemed to have gotten even darker.

“Yes, Brazilians are very warm and welcoming.” Anand shook his head, his eyes filled with nostalgia.

“See this?” Luca pointed at him. “This guy has been well taken care of by our Brazilian girls. Last night he was comparing himself to the girls in the palace.”

"You went to the palace?" Ron raised an eyebrow.

“Ahem, Ron, I was just curious, and I wanted to broaden Rajiv’s horizons.”

Anand offered a pretext, then stared intently at Rajiv, hoping he would take the blame.

Unfortunately, Rajiv, who was still just a big boy, was blushing and lowering his head, not daring to look at Ron.

Luca laughed, “I can testify that this was all Anand’s idea. He called two very old women yesterday, both in their forties.”

"Ah! You bastard! You promised to keep the secret, you oath-breaker!" Anand screamed, so angry he wanted to punch him.

But his legs were too short to catch up, so he sat down on the sofa in frustration.

"Ron, whatever you do, don't tell Freida, she'll kill me."

"I won't tell you, I'm just a little curious, what kind of unique hobby is this?"

"Oh my god, stop asking!" Anand rolled around on the sofa in discomfort.

“And you?” Ron looked at Rajiv. “Are you like Anand?”

“No, I was eighteen!” Rajiv denied it outright and quickly moved two steps to the side, away from Anand.

Anand pretended to be dead, secretly resolving that next time he went to the palace, he would at least bring a younger person to make a good impression, instead of always opting for the "over-aged" package.

“Brother, we’ve been at sea for so long, we need to relax a bit.” In the end, it was Luca who spoke up for the two of them.

“I can’t be bothered with these things,” Ron waved his hand dismissively. “Let’s talk about business.”

"Wow!" Luca snapped his fingers excitedly. "I guarantee you'll be amazed."

Anand stopped lying there and quickly jumped up, then pulled a black leather suitcase from under the sofa.

“Ron, it’s all here!” He opened the box and pushed it forward as if presenting a treasure.

Stacks of US dollars, a vibrant green, were mesmerizing.

“We’ve made the biggest deal to date, and as agreed, the $350,000 is yours.”

Luca and his team invested a total of $400,000 this time.

Some of the money came from the two brothers, and some was pooled together by other friends.

The goods, purchased for $400,000, were shipped to South America and quickly more than tripled in value.

As agreed, Ron would take two of the floors, along with the top-quality drugs from the leprosy slum, for a total income of $350,000.

Damn, selling medicine is really profitable; the profit margin is astonishingly high.

If Suer Electric hadn't grown to a larger scale, it might not have earned as much as it did selling medicine.

Ron winked behind him, and Anil immediately stepped forward to collect the money.

"See, buddy? I told you, you have to invest your money in a business before you can make more money."

Luca is riding high right now; he's the one who made the most money on this trip to South America.

He invested his principal and took all the profits. Those who hitched a ride with him and made money also had to give him 40% of their profits.

He's making so much money he's practically rolling in cash; Luca might become a millionaire in no time.

However, human greed is insatiable; he wanted more.

"How about we invest some capital and grow the pie together? That way we can get a bigger slice!"

“I’m short of funds right now, where would I get any extra money?” Ron refused with a smile.

"What kind of business are you up to now? Is there money to be made from pharmaceuticals?" Luca persisted.

"You know, I just opened a branch factory."

"Come on, man, your business style is nothing like India."

"Alright, we'll go to Taj Mahal at noon today. We'll talk about business later."

Ron chuckled and changed the subject.

Want him to use his own money to do business? No way! Especially not this kind of shady business.

As I said before, Brazil is too far away; don't let your money get out of control.

After taking everyone out for a five-star meal, Ron told the driver to head home.

He wanted to send the money back and hide it; it was a huge sum of hundreds of thousands of dollars.

As soon as he got home, before he could even take stock of his secret stash of money, Nia rushed over to report.

"Baba, someone is calling."

"Who?"

“Sackley, he wants you to come over.”

(End of this chapter)