I am a master in India

Chapter 191 Distribution
"Dude, I didn't expect you to be this brave." Ron said with a helpless expression.

"You should have known me long ago." Aijie packed his things expressionlessly.

"But you can't be so direct, that would be asking for trouble."

“Ron, this is my motto, it’s been that way since the first day I joined the police force.”

Thackeray's call went directly to the Mumbai police headquarters, and no one dared disobey his orders.

Less than half an hour after Ron and Old Dutt left his villa, Ajay received a call from his superiors.

The officer made it clear to him that he could easily get fifty lac if he just tilted the report on Sanjay Dutt's interrogation a little.

He said, “Don’t touch this man; he has powerful backing. Mr. Thackeray personally intervened, and someone is willing to bail him out for fifty lakhs. I’m not asking you to do anything illegal, just please be careful with your wording when you write your report.”

Aiger's reply was typical of him: "Sir, I was trained under you. If you weren't my superior today, you would be the one I'm targeting."

He refused to release the man and refused to tamper with the interrogation materials, thus offending two powerful figures.

One was his superior, and the other was Bar Thackeray; the outcome was predictable.

Aijie was transferred; he was no longer in charge of the bombing case, even though it was nearing its end.

India's civil service system protected him; even Thackeray did not have the power to dismiss an inspector, but could only transfer him to another post.

Aijay will return to his original jurisdiction, Bandra, and his office in South Mumbai will be vacated.

“I know you called Thackeray and pleaded for me. Thanks, buddy.” Aiger carefully put away his personal belongings on his desk.

“I can’t just stand by and watch you get transferred out of Mumbai. Who knows when you’ll be back next time?” Ron shrugged.

Thackeray's initial order was to transfer Ajay away from Mumbai and send him to the countryside in Mabang.

After learning the news, Ron had no choice but to call Thackeray again to plead for mercy.

Aijie is his friend, so ultimately he bears some responsibility for being treated unfairly this time.

Ron certainly had other considerations; a young inspector like Aije would undoubtedly become a pivotal figure in the Mumbai police force in the future.

The investment has only just begun; how can we just stand by and watch it get marginalized?

“Come to think of it, I’ve never seen a cop like you who doesn’t take any bribes,” Ron said, leaning against the doorway.

"The moment you take the money, your subsequent decisions will be influenced by it."

"Have you never thought about your own feelings? Even if there were perfectly legitimate reasons?"

“What do you mean? Falsifying invoices? Dude,” Aiger picked up the bill on the table and waved it around, “I’m probably the only Indian government official who pays his own personal phone bill, six hundred rupees a month!”

“You’ll have no friends if you keep going like this,” Ron joked.

“You were right,” Aijie glanced at the office outside, “People in the police force either hate me or are afraid of me.”

If he doesn't take it, how can anyone else?

"Didn't anyone try to bribe you? A lot of gangs in Mumbai were involved in the bombings," Ron asked curiously.

"You know, when I was first promoted to inspector, for a full ten days, people lined up in front of my office with baskets of expensive fruit and preserves."

These weren't money, just fruit and champagne. Everyone else in the police force, including my superiors, accepted them all.

They worried that my naiveté would make them look bad, so they earnestly advised me: "You have to be more realistic."

"Did you accept it in the end?" Ron asked.

Aijie smiled but didn't say anything.

He was born in Mumbai into a wealthy family and was a true member of the elite class.

However, when he first joined the force in 81, Aije was working at a branch office in another city. His salary was 750 rupees, and he lived in police quarters.

The rooms there were empty and bare. He liked to eat meat, but he had no money to buy it, so he had to go out hunting with his gun.

Aije spent two years in that godforsaken place before being transferred back to Mumbai. He managed to get ahead without using any family connections.

His teammates had long since returned to big cities like New Delhi, leaving him the only one foolishly going through the internal transfer application process.

Do you expect someone like that to bow down to a few bottles of expensive champagne?

“My jurisdiction will still be in Bandera, and several of my men will be transferred there as well,” Aije suddenly remembered something.

“So?” Ron asked.

"You know, housing is very tight in Mumbai."

"Huh?" Ron still didn't understand.

"I would like to ask you to help arrange them on your turf."

“Wow, you mean…” Ron’s eyes widened.

“Yes, they have nowhere to live. Perhaps your slum has a place to house them?” Aijie seemed a little embarrassed.

“Of course, no problem at all! I’ll help them with the water and electricity.” Ron agreed immediately.

The selfless and impartial Ajay rarely asks for help, so how could Ron refuse?

He was just a little curious; Ai Jie's current rank wasn't low, so how could he not arrange for a few people?

Aijee told Ron that Mumbai has about four police officers for every thousand people. Based on Mumbai's current population, the city has approximately 6 police officers.

An ordinary police officer's salary is two thousand rupees, which is less than that of a worker at the Suer Electric Factory.

They can't afford to buy houses, so they have to live in police dormitories. But police dormitories in Mumbai can only accommodate 60% of the police force, leaving the other 40% to live in slums.

Even waiting for government-allocated housing is not something everyone is eligible for; one needs a resume of more than ten years to even be in the queue.

Lower-ranking police officers don't usually receive much in return; they also have families to support, and their salary of two thousand rupees is only enough to afford to live in a slum.

Every slum has a local tyrant, who is mostly involved in illegal businesses.

So here's the question: how do police officers who uphold justice deal with local bullies who act like outlaws?
The police officer, having no other choice, could only go to the local slum bully and say, "Others pay you 10,000 rupees a year, I'll pay you 5,000, payable in installments." Can you expect such a police officer to stand upright against the local bully?

Hard!

Aijie also had his own capable subordinates, most of whom, like him, were penniless.

With a boss like that, they won't be able to get a spot in the police dormitory for at least ten years.

After much thought, Ajay realized that only Ron could help him.

It just so happens that Suer Electric Appliances is located within his jurisdiction, making it very suitable for his subordinates to live there.

Ron planned to place Ajay's men in the legal slums, where the environment was much cleaner than in the illegal areas.

In a slum with tens of thousands of people, there's no guarantee that there won't be some audacious criminals. Sending a few police officers can at least give them a warning.

After leaving Aijie's office, Ron went straight back to Suer Electric Appliances.

He's been running around for the past few months, busy with other things from June to October.

It was during the rainy season, and sales of water-cooled air conditioners were sluggish. The factory's power supply was also unreliable.

He returned to Mumbai and reviewed the financial reports for the past few months, finding them merely so-so.

During July, August, and September, both production capacity and sales were affected, with shipments only reaching about 60% of what they were before the rainy season.

The combined profit over the three months was approximately 30 million rupees, and the sales volume of electric fans basically maintained the previous level, at 20,000 to 30,000 units per month.

Since its inception, Suer Electric has generated a total revenue of approximately 80 million rupees, after deducting labor and operating costs.

Frankly, this is quite an achievement.

After being converted into US dollars, Ron was already a true millionaire.

In less than a year, the changes have been earth-shattering.

At the beginning of the year, he was still racking his brains to make money for the travel company and running around to meet all sorts of strange and unusual requests from tourists.

Right now, the tourism business is almost in a state of semi-abandonment, relying entirely on travel agencies to keep it afloat.

The bombings in March came with a vengeance, and his travel company was devastated, but he also seized an opportunity.

The "Dr. Suer" initiative propelled Suer Electric Appliances, a fledgling company, to take off.

In just over half a year, he amassed a fortune of 80 million rupees from scratch.

Of course, some of that money was spent.

For example, the semi-automation transformation of production lines: by the end of October, all five production lines that had been built had completed the major upgrades.

Suer Electric's daily output of water-cooled air conditioners has increased dramatically from just over two thousand units to nearly five thousand units.

The two electric fan production lines at the Kimball plant have also been upgraded, resulting in significant improvements.

All of this costs money; Ron poured 20 million rupees into it.

New water-cooled air conditioner and electric fan production lines are also under construction, with a budget of around ten million rupees.

There were also bribes given to officials of all kinds, which added up to several million.

Ron has about 40 million dollars in cash that he can actually use.

He has great potential, and now is not the time to squander his talents.

Back in his office, Ron asked Raju to fetch Ashish.

"Boss, you called me?" He nodded and bowed obsequiously.

"How's the thing I asked you to do last time?" Ron was enjoying a massage with his eyes closed.

“That piece of land in the slums?” Ashish realized. “I measured it, it’s a full 200 acres!”

One acre is more than 4,000 square meters, which is equivalent to more than six mu of land in China.

200 acres is more than 1200 mu, which is a lot of land, enough for Ron to build a comprehensive industrial park.

"I'm planning to buy up all the wasteland in the north."

"All of them?" Ashish gasped.

“All of them!” Ron nodded.

Hiss! Ashish shuddered.

"Boss, this could cost a lot of money."

“I know, but this is a rare opportunity, as land prices in Mumbai are at their lowest point in recent years.”

Ron considered it for a long time, and from a long-term perspective, this deal was a sure thing.

With Mumbai's population growing and the city becoming increasingly crowded, soaring land prices are almost a certainty.

The shadow of the bombing hasn't completely dissipated yet. If we don't take action now, we might not have another chance like this.

“Boss, what do you need me to do?” Ashish quickly got into character.

“Go to the slums and mobilize them.” Ron was very satisfied with his attitude.

Ashish had a headache, but he still nodded firmly and agreed.

These people finally found a place to live, and now it's going to be very difficult for them to move out.

However, since he was practically the head of the slums, only he could take the lead in this matter.

Ron wanted to say a few more words, but a phone call came in.

"Ron, do you remember when I said I needed your help?" It was Hela's voice.

(End of this chapter)