I am a master in India

Chapter 183 The Promised Land
With a whistle, the van's door was flung open.

Then one, two, three... and suddenly, more than twenty people surged out.

The weapons they carried were also varied, but they were all firearms.

The menacing honey badger and crow abruptly stopped in their tracks.

Even the servants following them felt their legs go weak. With the dark muzzle of a gun pointed at them, even the sharpest knife in their hand was useless.

"Who are you people?" Crow forced himself to calm down.

“Us?” Ratan chuckled. “Oh right, we haven’t introduced ourselves yet.”

He fiddled with his pistol for a moment, then raised his eyelids. "Sur, from Varanasi."

“This is Mirzabul, you’ve crossed the border,” the honey badger hissed.

“No, no, no,” Ratan brandished his pistol, “From today onwards, that place, that place, and that place all belong to us.”

He pointed at several hills outside the village with his pistol, his expression casual, as if he were ordering food.

"That's the Casa family's territory, for generations!" The honey badger was so angry he wanted to draw his gun.

The rapid clicking of the bolt made his hand freeze in mid-air.

"Be careful not to accidentally discharge it," Ratan reminded him with a smile.

"Are you going to war with Mirzabul?" Raven's face darkened even more.

"Start a war?" Ratan's expression turned strange, then he burst into uncontrollable laughter.

"you"

Bang! Bang! Bang! Three gunshots rang out, and then the scene fell silent.

Ratan lowered his arm, looking at the raven with disdain. "What right do you have to represent Mirzabul?"

Clang! The knife in the hand of a servant opposite him fell to the ground.

The honey badger's fat face trembled uncontrollably, and the crow seemed to have its throat choked.

Ron patted Ratan on the shoulder and took two steps forward.

"You have probably received the requisition documents for Lucknow. There will be a cement plant here in the future, which is related to the Minister's strategic development plan."

"No, this can't be! The government didn't give us a single pound of compensation. That's the Casa family's land," the honey badger protested stubbornly.

“That’s none of our business,” Ron shrugged. “But since it’s our first meeting, I can offer 20 rupees as compensation, and the mine and the workers can stay.”

"You've gone too far!" the crow trembled with anger.

“Okay, forget what I just said.” Ron took a step back.

Ratan stepped forward and patted Raven's thin face with his pistol. "Listen, one week from now. Either you leave, or I'll send you away."

He waved and led the men into the car. Then, ignoring the angry stares of the honey badger and the crow, he drove off with a whooshing engine.

"What are you planning to do?" the honey badger asked the crow.

Although the two men share the same surname, Casa, they are not brothers. Those hills belong to the crows.

"We need to get more guns; we can't let the Varanasi run rampant here," Raven said bitterly.

He believed that the reason he was at a disadvantage today was because of insufficient firepower. There were about twenty men, but only two pistols.

He and the honey badger usually swaggered around the village, so they had no need for a pistol.

Who knew there would be such a large-scale commotion today? If they had each had a gun just now, the people of Varanasi would never have dared to humiliate him like this.

"Go find Kalimbai? Only he can get weapons," the honey badger asked.

“That was a wolf too, a wolf from Mirzabur.” The raven hesitated.

“Or I could contact some police officers, but that’s too expensive. Kalimbai’s stuff is cheaper, 1,500 rupees apiece.”

"Buy it! I'll negotiate myself," the crow said through gritted teeth.

The two beasts left, cursing and swearing, and the teahouse returned to its tranquility.

"Kana Village is going to be in turmoil." The tea shop owner cautiously walked out and looked around.

"Are they going to fight?" Muna poked her head out as well.

Slap! The tea shop owner slapped him on the back of the head.

"It's a bloodbath! People are going to die!"

Muna grimaced and shrank back, his face showing a look of fear, but inside he was overjoyed.

Fight! It's good that they're fighting!

It would be best if that Brahmin lord won; he'd given us a reward. Everyone wished those two beasts were dead.

“Those two landlords seem quite unwilling to accept this.” Inside the car, Ron curiously fiddled with the Beretta pistol.

"If they were smart enough, they should pack their things and get out of here right now."

Ratan is no pushover; if Ron hadn't been there, a bloody battle might have already broken out.

“When doing business, you can’t always be fighting and killing. If we cause a murder on our first trip to Mirzabul, the people here definitely won’t welcome us.”

"That's how it is in the East, like when I'm in the hemp business."

"Stop, stop, stop! We're building a cement plant; we don't need to fight with people every day."

"Ron, you're never doing anything productive."

“I promised Yadav that no one would die and that it wouldn’t be reported in the newspaper.”

"So many people are dying in Uttar Pradesh every day, have you seen it reported in the newspapers?"

"But we won't be caught red-handed. We'll keep a low profile until our cement plant is built."

Sigh, it seems the Suer family also needs to hurry up and expand their influence.

Whether it's military power, money, or influence, all aspects must be strengthened.

The cement plant was the first step; it brought not only wealth, but also an increase in soft power such as connections and reputation.

"Don't worry, I won't make a move until I've figured out their strengths." Ratan stared idly at the Ganges tributary outside the window.

"What do you mean?" Ron was taken aback.

“I left a few men in Mirzabul,” Ratan cracked his neck, “to make sure those two don’t have any troublesome dealings.” “So that’s why you deliberately said a week later?”

"No, I'm just spending these few days celebrating a girl's birthday, so I don't have time."

Fine, Ron shouldn't have had any expectations of his brain.

"By the way, I haven't seen your movie yet. I'm planning to take Dingpi with me."

"Dingpi? Your girlfriend?"

"It's coming soon. Tell me quickly, is this movie suitable for couples?"

"Uh, that would be perfect. It would be best to choose a movie theater that's next to a hotel."

"Wow! It's so popular, no wonder there's so much news about this movie in Uttar Pradesh."

"Praise to Difficult Mother" was very well received in Uttar Pradesh, and without any obstruction from the film censorship committee, theaters opened for screening.

The only downside was the news of the girl being raped, which caused some controversy.

However, this did not cause the film to lose popularity; on the contrary, more people flocked to the theaters.

What kind of shocking scene would it take for the police to lose their temper and take advantage of the girl who called the police?

Well, that's how bizarre things are. The story got twisted into the police watching the movie and then unable to resist making a move on the girl.

Even more bizarrely, the Varanasi police department announced the case's closure: the suspect has been arrested!

That's right, the other suspects in the room at the time were framed.

No, they can't be blamed entirely, since they actually did it!

You dare say you didn't do it? The evidence is irrefutable!

Several police officers were the first to take the lead, while the suspect finished off the rest. Ultimately, they were the ones who extracted the most DNA from the girl's body.

Outrageous! The Uttar Pradesh police's investigation is half-true and half-false.

In the end, the state police department even awarded medals to those officers for subduing the suspect on the spot.

What could Ron say? The land of the great men and women of Uttar Pradesh!
He was numb; he was more concerned with how much benefit "In Praise of the Mother" could bring him.

"It's really good! It grossed over 1600 million rupees in the first week alone, a huge profit!"

“Hey, I told you so, Lena and I are experts at this.” Mary even took a sip of red wine.

“That’s right, we are the Bollywood Queens!” Lena cheered, raising her glass.

They were very happy and excited, and for this movie, the two of them had almost given up all their savings.

It's obvious the movie is going to be a huge hit; the thrill of becoming a millionaire is enough to make you scream with excitement.

Ron didn't join in the two drunkards' revelry; he was still looking at the theater reports in his hand.

Once a movie is released, the return on investment is actually very fast because the audience pays in cash.

Ron and Balram's men sent to the countryside also took away a share of the box office revenue for each show they performed.

On the contrary, the revenue sharing of cinemas in several major northern cities is still being settled, and it is expected that the money will arrive in a few more days.

But that's alright, it doesn't affect Ron's calculation of his profits.

With a box office of 16 million, he, as the producer, took 60%, which is 9.6 million rupees.

After deducting Balam's 10% share as the issuer, there is still 864 million left.

This money is tax-free within Uttar Pradesh; it's pure profit.

Oh no, according to their investment ratio, Mary and Lena should also take one-third.

The two women were extremely close to Ron, but that was one thing at a time.

Ron was never stingy with money when it was due.

More than 570 million rupees, easily slipped into his pocket.

This is only the first week; Uttar Pradesh will contribute significantly to the box office later. Next will be Bihar and Rajasthan.
Issuers from other regions will also flock to the market, and even if they can't adopt a revenue-sharing model, they can still sell the issuance rights for a good price.

Ron had little experience, but he called Schiff, who predicted that The Praise of Mother Nymph could gross over 50 million rupees.

For Indian films, the first week is crucial, as these seven days determine the film's box office performance.

If the response is not good, other films that have not yet been released will be affected. Obviously, "In Praise of Mother" has made a good start.

The Northern State, indeed, is Ron's promised land!

If the box office really reaches 5,000, after deducting the entertainment tax from other states, he might earn 20 to 30 million rupees this time.

Suer Electric has been shipping goods like crazy for the past six months. How much profit has it made so far?

Less than forty million!
A low-budget Bollywood film, shot in less than two months, made a profit of nearly 30 million!
The entertainment industry is indeed extremely profitable.

You might gamble and win big, or you might lose everything.

This is a dangerous game; you can't guarantee you'll win every time.

Having tasted success, Ron is determined not to give up Bollywood.

He wants it all: consumer electronics, entertainment, mining, and services.

“Alright, girls, it’s nine o’clock at night. You have to catch a flight tomorrow morning, so we can probably play Jenga for about an hour,” Ron said, putting down the report.

"One hour is not enough. I order you to hold on for two hours!" Lena lunged at her.

“Hey, watch out.” Ron caught her.

Mary and Lena are going back to Mumbai tomorrow to deal with Bollywood matters, but Ron can't leave for the time being.

We need to keep an eye on things in Uttar Pradesh until the cement plant issue is resolved.

Even after the rainy season ended, he still had a lot of things to do in Mumbai.

If it weren't for the fact that the mining business was crucial to Ron's livelihood, he would have returned to Mumbai long ago.

I just don't know if those two beasts are willing to back down. Tomorrow is the deadline, and he insists on having the initial plan for the mine.

P.S.: I've been updating non-stop for a month, and I can't keep up anymore. I need to take a break.

Before its release, I promised to update frequently until the end of March, and I have already exceeded that promise.

The upcoming plot is going to get more intense, so I need to write it well. Thanks for your support, everyone!
(End of this chapter)