I am a master in India

Chapter 174 Brahmins in the Slums
The rainy season in Mumbai is not over yet, and the Sur slum remains overcrowded.

Besides the jugglers and their animal friends, sidewalk residents also sought refuge there.

They originally lived on any available deserted land, including sidewalks large enough to build their fragile shelters.

These dwellings are typically built with cardboard, rags, and plastic sheeting, and are only big enough to accommodate one person.

Living in a shack made of rags or sleeping on the muddy ground outside the shack makes no difference.

Sleeping outdoors might offer better air quality, and having a few tattered rags to keep out the rain is still better than letting your body get soaked.

But the rainy season is different; a heavy rain can easily destroy their homes.

Over the course of more than a month, more than 5,000 outsiders flocked to the Sur slum for refuge.

The entire Mumbai sidewalk has millions of residents, who disperse like this during the rainy season and hide in nearby slums, like migratory birds.

This is not a difficult task, but the real problem comes from outside the slums.

The residents of the sidewalk originally lived on the street and bought their daily necessities from shops in the area.

Because they were so poor, they didn't buy many things, mainly eggs, milk, tea, bread, cigarettes, vegetables, kerosene, and children's clothing.

However, due to the large number of people, the total business volume and source of income for local shops is significant.

Now, these sidewalk residents have retreated to the slums, where they often shop in the dozens of small stores.

The problem is that the legitimate shops on the sidewalk outside have no business.

The shop owners resented the small shops in the slums for taking away their business, and this resentment grew increasingly intense as the rainy season lengthened.

So the surrounding shopkeepers, real estate developers, and others who feared the expansion of the slum joined forces to bring in thugs from other places.

They paid thugs to sabotage the supply lines of slum shops.

As a result, the shop assistants in the slums were often harassed. They would buy vegetables, fish, or dried goods from the big market and load them onto their carts, which became the main targets of the thugs.

In addition to goods being damaged or stolen, sometimes they are even physically attacked.

When the slum shops ran out of supplies, the people living there naturally suffered.

After discussing it, everyone decided that they had no choice but to unite and fight against the foreign enemy.

This matter should have been organized by Anand or Ashish, but unfortunately neither of them are good at fighting.

One was short and stocky, utterly intimidating. The other was a scholar, skilled with his pen.

At this point, one person was pushed forward; that person was Amor.

He was a well-known thug in the area, strong and fierce in fights.

If we're talking about who can beat those thugs in the slums, it has to be him.

Without hesitation, Amor accepted the job immediately.

He organized the children into several small teams to patrol the area around the slums and keep an eye out for enemy activity.

Then, form several teams of young, strong men to escort the workers to the market for purchasing.

Amor personally led a team, rushing to wherever danger lurked.

Sometimes, he would grab a table leg and fight a thug with a knife across from him.

He never cared about casualties, nor did he engage in any ambushes; he relied entirely on his courage and bravery.

But the thugs wielding sharp weapons would flee in defeat after less than two minutes of fighting with him.

After several battles, the thugs dared not show up again.

Amor's reckless fighting style earned him the nickname "Mad Tiger".

The war that took place in the outskirts of the slums did not discourage the residents.

On the contrary, the popularity of each store suddenly increased. In order to thank the residents for their support, the stores reciprocated with big sales, price reductions, and a carnival-like shopping atmosphere.

In this turbulent season, a rare scene of harmony appeared in the slums of Mumbai.

Ashish reported all of this to Ron, who regularly monitored everything happening in the slums.

“That Amor, is he the one you mentioned last time?” Ron asked.

“That’s right, boss. He’s a skilled fighter and loves to charge into battle,” Ashish quickly added.

Ron couldn't help but recall the figure standing at the front of the car, inciting the crowd with slogans in the most primal and blind fervor.

"Where is he now?"

"Just wait outside the door."

"Bring him in."

Amor was quickly led into the office, and without saying a word, he immediately stepped forward and touched Ron's foot.

"Huh?" Ron raised an eyebrow when he saw his skin color.

It is rare to see people with light skin in South India; if you do, it usually means that the person is of a high caste.

Of course, there are also white-skinned people in the lower castes; they are often descendants of rebels and criminals from the Aryan era.

However, Amor did not look like a commoner at all; his demeanor was different from that of those illiterate people.

"What's your last name?" Ron asked, somewhat curious.

“Mukherjee,” Amor answered honestly.

Are you from West Bengal?

If Ron remembers correctly, this is a Brahmin caste, meaning ruler, and there is such a family in West Bengal.

“No, I grew up in Mumbai,” Amor shook his head.

"Have you been to school?" "I have a bachelor's degree in economics."

"Ok?"

This not only surprised Ron, but also left Ashish speechless.

"You went to college?"

"Yes, but it's no use."

"why?"

"Because those companies only recruit their own family members for management positions, it doesn't matter whether they went to college or not."

In 93, Mumbai only had private and state-owned enterprises. The former practiced nepotism, while the latter, on top of that, also required bribery.

Amor couldn't get in at all; he had neither money nor connections.

So where did you work before?

"Working as a laborer in a dairy factory."

Actually, there's no need to ask anymore at this point; this Amor is undoubtedly a Brahmin.

His skin color and education level both prove this point.

Ron didn't know why a Brahmin would live in a slum, but thinking back to his own experience in Mumbai, he wasn't too surprised.

"You'll start working at Suer Electric tomorrow, beginning as the deputy head of security. You'll have twenty people under you, responsible for patrolling and security at the factory. The salary is four thousand rupees. Is that alright?"

“Of course!” Amor was overjoyed and couldn’t wait to bend down and touch Ron’s toes again.

This was even better than he had expected; three thousand rupees was his biggest dream before.

Suddenly jumping to four thousand, Amor was stunned into silence.

Ashish, standing to the side, was quite envious; when he first joined, he only received two thousand.

"Alright, you can go now. The rest will be taken care of."

After Amor left, Ashish approached again.

"Boss, I didn't expect this guy to have gone to college, but he lives in a slum."

"It's alright, I'll ask my friends at the police station to help investigate. If they're not clean, we'll just kick them out."

Ron was going to ask Ajay for help; it was best to investigate high-caste individuals whose backgrounds he didn't know well.

As long as it's not murder or arson, then there's no problem.

Wow, even the security guard at the gate is an undergraduate student, amazing!
"How's the recovery going at the Kimball branch?"

"The equipment has been largely repaired, and the technicians are doing the final maintenance. It can be turned on once the power supply is normal."

Speaking of power supply, Ron also had a bit of a headache.

Mumbai, as India's largest city, has a relatively reliable power supply most of the time, except during the rainy season.

Ron tried using connections and even tipped the electrician, but to no avail.

This matter might fall to the city hall; he plans to inquire about it when he attends Chavan's party in a couple of days.

"Try to retain the original factory's skilled workers, and raise their salaries appropriately. It's hard to find experienced people like this nowadays."

"Yes."

India's illiteracy rate is still too high, and it's not easy to find even a few qualified skilled workers.

To be honest, the workers at the Bania factory were really in a terrible situation.

Bania was a shrew with his own pockets bulging, but he was incredibly harsh on his subordinates.

An engineer's salary is less than two thousand rupees. Other supervisors earn even less, around one thousand five hundred rupees.

In India, engineers are almost always the first choice for most men, aside from civil servants.

Not only do they enjoy high social status, but their salaries are also among the highest in all industries.

Unfortunately, the factory in Mumbai was shrinking, and the workers dared not resign easily, ultimately leaving them at Bania's mercy.

Not to mention factory workers, many of whom earn only 500 rupees a month.

The strangest thing is that the factory produces electric fans, but the workers don't get much cool air from the air above their heads.

He wouldn't even install a few more ceiling fans, as if he were treating a group of pigs crammed into the workshop.

Bania still owes his workers two months' wages, even though he doesn't need the money.

This explains why no one stopped Amor when he led his men into the workshop.

He's a total heartless capitalist; I bet everyone's hoping he comes to his doom.

Bania was indeed unlucky; immediately after leaving the Sackley villa that day, Kaplan gave him a profound lesson.

Ron didn't know exactly what had happened.

He only heard that Bania had left Mumbai without taking any assets with him.

Evil people will be punished by evil people.

Ron wasn't interested in asking; he had his own things to do.

The phone on the table rang.

Ron picked it up, listened for a couple of sentences, and then frowned.

Sure enough, something strange happened in Uttar Pradesh.

(End of this chapter)