I am a master in India

Chapter 170 India Has No Business Wars
“Dr. Sull, what kind of proposal are you referring to?” Thackeray asked.

"Although Mr. Bania's factory being destroyed has nothing to do with me, everyone is contributing to the development of Mumbai."

So I decided to invest in buying Mr. Bania's factory; perhaps that would be acceptable to everyone.

Thackeray's eyes lit up; this might be a win-win situation.

Not only was the conflict between the two resolved, but it also benefited his own reputation when word got out.

See, Tiger Thackeray handles things fairly and justly, even more reliably than the Mumbai courts.

"What do you say, Bania?"

Bania was also tempted. His factory was in a mess, and the goods in his warehouse had been looted, resulting in huge losses.

If someone is willing to pay to buy it, of course he'd be willing.

Who knows if, even though it's fixed this time, someone will come and smash it again next time.

He looked up at Senator Kaplan beside him, who gave him a wink.

"Of course I'd consider it, but at this price..."

“Three million rupees.” Ron didn’t waste any words and made the offer directly.

“What! I have two production lines, and the third is still under construction. It’s impossible that it’s only worth thirty lac.”

"But they were destroyed."

"you"

Ron's opening retort left him speechless.

“Alright!” Thackeray interrupted the two again, then turned his gaze to Senator Kaplan. “What do you think?”

"The price is a bit low, but considering the factory's condition and Dr. Su's generous help, thirty lakhs is not unreasonable."

“Then it’s settled.” Thackeray didn’t allow anyone to refuse and made the decision directly.

Bania's expression shifted, his chest felt tight and heavy; he hadn't even had a chance to bargain.

“I will send someone to handle this matter tomorrow,” Ron stated.

“No, right now.” Thackeray waved his hand. “You’d better finish this in front of me today.”

Ron and Bania were both stunned; this big shot really did things on a whim.

"Okay, may I borrow your phone?" Ron dialed the number on the landline, said a few words, and then hung up.

Bania, who was being held hostage, had no choice but to make a phone call as well.

While waiting, Thackeray started spouting his political theories again.

"Mumbai is now almost a breeding ground for crime. If someone wants to get something for nothing, they will come to Mumbai. The train station is a paradise for pickpockets."

“There is also a large market for blackmail. You call someone and say, ‘I need this much money at this time, and my people are waiting there.’ Out of fear, people will do as they are told.”

“The threat from the slums is escalating, where criminals and police play a cat-and-mouse game. You can do bad things, even kill someone, and walk away unscathed into the slums.”

"We must strictly control immigration policies, drive the herders out, not only out of Mumbai, but also out of India, and send them back to Bangladesh."

Find out who the saboteurs and ISIS spies are among them, and hang them. Don't deport them, hang them! My approach is that simple.

Two major anxieties weighed heavily on Thackeray's mind: the explosive population growth in Mumbai and the plight of the herders.

He believes the latter is one of the reasons for the former, since the old shepherd can marry four wives and thus have more children.

“In a few years, the number of herders will surpass ours. They are all bad people, not only are they rampant with gangs, but they also kill people without hesitation. Unlike Hindus, who always think twice before killing.”

Ron's head was throbbing from listening to his long-winded speech. Shiva's army was indeed a group of thorough racial proponents, too hawkish.

Fortunately, only half an hour later, Harus, led by a servant, hurriedly came in carrying a box.

He nodded to Ron, indicating that everything was correct.

Since that's the case, let's get straight to the point.

Ron placed the box on Thackeray's table. "Here's thirty lark in cash. Mr. Bania, you can count it."

Brand new rupees are always beautiful, and Bania had initially been quite critical of the price, but after seeing so much money, he couldn't help but swallow his pride.

Just then, another middle-aged man rushed over, carrying a lot of documents and materials.

“These are the company’s licenses and land lease agreements.” Bania followed suit and placed them on Sackley’s desk as well.

Ron didn't stand on ceremony. He picked it up, glanced at it, and handed it to Harus behind him.

After receiving an affirmative reply, Ron nodded to Thackeray.

"I'm OK."

"The amounts match up."

Both parties confirmed the agreement and then signed it in front of Thackeray.

Pay in one hand and deliver in one hand.

Ron took Bania's materials, and Bania took Ron's money.

However, the moment his hand touched the box, Thackeray pressed it down with a wooden stick covered in gold leaf.

"Mr. Thackeray" Bania's expression changed drastically.

"Shiva's military union manages millions of workers in Mumbai who are starving and freezing, and need help from large companies to barely survive. Shouldn't you do something about this?"

Bania was stunned; he thought his factory wasn't exactly a big company.

Of course, it wasn't up to him to decide; if Thackeray said so, then it was.

Damn it, what union responsibility? It's just extortion!

Bania's expression changed repeatedly. He was panting heavily, and with trembling hands, he took out a bundle of rupees and respectfully pushed it in front of Thackeray.

“This one million rupees is my humble contribution to Mumbai. Please accept it, Mr. Thackeray.”

Thackeray didn't touch the money; he simply removed the wooden sticks that were pressing down on the box and then left it alone.

His daughter-in-law gave him a wink, signaling the servant to take the bundle of rupees and leave.

"Now that the matter has been resolved, I'll take my leave." Bania couldn't wait to leave.

He was filled with rage, but had nowhere to vent it, so he could only try to escape as quickly as possible. Thackeray snorted and waved him away.

“This guy is a poor country bumpkin who doesn’t know any rules. I’ll teach him a lesson.”

The councilman Kaplan walked up to Thackeray and gave him a fawning smile.

“He’s not from Marathi, and he doesn’t belong here,” Thackeray said calmly.

“Understood, I’ll take care of it right away.” Senator Kaplan stepped forward, touched his foot in a salute, and then got up and left.

As he left, he nodded to Ron and gave him a friendly smile.

Not long ago, he helped Ron negotiate a lower price.

He was originally Bania's government associate, but he wasn't half an hour ago.

No, to be precise, its value was greatly reduced after the other party's factory was destroyed.

Between Ron and Bania, Kaplan sided with the former without hesitation.

For a qualified politician, the most basic quality is the ability to adapt to changing circumstances.

“Mumbai is being ruined by such low-quality people,” Thackeray said, seemingly very angry.

He was angry at Bania's lack of manners, and even more angry that the other party did not respect his status as a leader of the Shiva army.

When the Indian Prime Minister arrived in Mumbai, Thackeray didn't even need to come out to greet him.

What makes him, a mere businessman, so special?
However, Thackeray, mindful of his status, ultimately did not confront Thackeray directly.

He was extremely arrogant, but he wouldn't stoop to the level of a nobody.

"Anyway, thanks to you, otherwise it would have been troublesome if you had clung to me," Ron said thank you.

"You don't need to thank me. I know you wouldn't do such a thing. Sometimes when subordinates mess things up, it's unreasonable to expect the boss to take responsibility."

Thackeray was probably also dragged down by his Shiva army underlings, and now he was somewhat in the same boat as Ron.

Just then, a servant came to report that another visitor had arrived—the film director, Vijay Kashar.

After waving the servant away, Thackeray leaned closer mysteriously and whispered to Ron.

"His son is in jail."

“His son?” Ron raised an eyebrow.

If I remember correctly, this person seems to be alive and well, and even appeared in the newspapers these past couple of days.

Thackeray explained that the person in jail was actually director Caesar's nephew.

But who would have thought that this famous director would marry his own niece?

Nephews and nieces are children of the same generation.

So outsiders simply started calling all of director Anand's nephews and nieces his sons and daughters, in order to satirize his promiscuity.

The case of Kashar's nephew being accused of murdering his father's mistress has caused a great uproar.

“This person has been trying to curry favor with me ever since he came in,” Thackeray said with a smile.

When the famous director entered the study and saw Ron there, he was quite surprised for a moment.

He politely greeted him as "Dr. Sue," and Ron smiled and greeted him in return.

To Thackeray's disappointment, director Caesar made no mention of what had just happened; instead, he spoke of something else entirely unrelated.

Kassar runs a movie theater, and his assistant goes to producer Vinayak Lauter's studio to record, only to find that the equipment there is broken.

The producer has been detaining the assistant since yesterday afternoon and has sent a letter demanding that Kashar pay 35,000 rupees in compensation.

Kassar showed the letter to Thackeray, and Lauter even went so far as to say that he had been Thackeray's bodyguard and had helped Thackeray and his "underworld" nephew collect ransom.

Thacker picked up the phone; he remembered every word Kassar had said, and so he gave his men these instructions.

"I want to see this Laut tomorrow at noon and appoint him as the head of the extortion department."

Thackeray unexpectedly issued a humorous instruction, which was, of course, a joke.

Laut will surely release the man obediently; no one dares to disobey the orders of the Shiva army leader.

See, with just one phone call, things will be done and problems will be solved.

Thackeray was very interested in Bollywood, and the three of them chatted for a while about entertainment.

It was around this time that they learned Ron had invested in a movie, and their relationship became closer.

However, Ron didn't stay there long. After exchanging business cards with Vijay Caesar, he said goodbye and left.

There were countless people lining up outside to see Thackeray, including politicians, businessmen, and Bollywood filmmakers.

Once outside the villa and inside his car, Ron chuckled and sighed.

After what happened these past few days, he finally understood.

In a place like India, there's no such thing as legitimate business competition; all that exists is absurdity and abstraction.

Take Sunil Appliances for example. Ron prepared a bunch of backup plans, but he didn't need to use any of them.

A religious-style charge directly crushed the competitor.

This fucking made Ron feel like his IQ was a bit superfluous.

Company transfers are also treated like child's play.

There was no lawyer involved throughout the entire process, and there wasn't even a formal contract.

Does such a transaction count? Of course it does!
Indians are used to this way of doing business, and even Bollywood contracts are signed in the same way.

Furthermore, whether it was counterfeiting and infringement or the factory being vandalized, neither Ron nor Bania considered resolving the issue through legal means.

India's judicial efficiency is a joke.

It's no exaggeration to call it absurd; nobody has any hope for it, and its credibility has long since collapsed in the public's mind.

Forget it, whatever, let Ron Le fish in troubled waters.

This time, he not only failed to defeat his competitor, but also bought out their company. Brilliant!
(End of this chapter)