I am a master in India

Chapter 232 Knife Close to Abdomen

News came from Vinod that they had almost found out where Salem was.

Although most of the Daoud gang leaders live in Dubai, they do not live together.

It will take quite a bit of effort to figure out their location.

Fortunately, the travel agency that Vinod manages comes into contact with tens of thousands of workers every year.

Expecting them to risk their lives might not be feasible, but getting some information shouldn't be a problem.

Vinod had a general idea of ​​the enemy's whereabouts and was now waiting for Ron's orders.

Well, Ron was originally planning to take matters into his own hands, but Sanjay Dutt insisted on taking it on.

He had just been released from prison and, upon hearing that Ron's film investment was in trouble, insisted on repaying his debt of gratitude.

Alright, Ron also wants to see what kind of influence this bad boy in the newspaper actually has in the underworld.

He and Chopra went to Sanjay's house, where Sanjay extended a warm invitation to them.

Sanjay's apartment is located right on the Bandra beachfront, in a very good location.

They were invited to a study furnished with furniture made of Phoebe zhennan wood. Sanjay personally brought tea, added sugar, stirred it with a spoon, and handed it to Ron.

“Mr. Sue, thank you for saving me.” He even tried to touch the foot in a gesture of respect.

When he was in jail, it was Ron who took old Dutt to visit him and introduced Thackeray to both of them.

“You also have to thank Anu.” Ron tilted his head to the side.

Anu, Chopra's wife, also came to visit today.

It was she who asked Ron for help that finally allowed Sanjay's father to meet Thackeray.

“Anu is my sister.” Sanjay went over and hugged her.

"You rascal, stop playing with those dangerous things," Anu scolded.

She was referring to the gun, the culprit that landed Sanjay in jail.

“Of course, my house is very clean now,” Sanjay assured him repeatedly.

“If you really want to, then go to the Maldives. My family is a major shareholder in a resort there; you can easily maintain a private army,” Anu said.

“We’ll talk about it later. I still want to stay in Mumbai,” Sanjay said, waving his hand.

Ron listened with great interest; all the people in the room were big capitalists.

Sanjay, needless to say, is a second-generation star; his father is a well-known politician.

The Anu family comes from a scholarly background and is also one of the key figures behind the Maldives.

Chopra is no less impressive; he comes from a true Bollywood family and even has his own film company.

Logically speaking, these people are rich and powerful, so they shouldn't be afraid of threats from gangsters.

However, social classes in Mumbai are very divided, or rather, this is true throughout India.

Those gangsters all came from the Malpudan pastoral slums; they were poor and would take a life for fifty rupees.

Do you expect such a brute to be afraid? Hand them a gun, and for money, assassinating Chief Li is not out of the question.

Most of them are illiterate and have been exposed to a dog-eat-dog world since childhood. Their understanding is deeply detached from modern civilization.

The Mumbai gangs rely on these people to wreak havoc on the city, leaving even the police helpless.

There are too many. Gangs don't lack thugs, even if they are disposable.

The group chatted about gossip for a while before finally getting to the main topic.

“I’ll call Abd right now.” Sanjay stood up.

"You know him?" Ron asked, somewhat surprised.

“The car that the police checked, the car with the gun, was the one Salem drove to my house,” Sanjay said, shrugging.

Ron looked at Chopra, who shrugged, indicating that he was also hearing about it for the first time.

Well, it wasn't entirely unfounded that Ajay arrested Sanjay.

Few of these people have clean hands.

To show his sincerity, Sanjay made the phone call in front of Ron.

Salem was only a mid-to-high-level member of the Daoud gang and did not have the same conditions as Shakir to stay in a five-star hotel like the Sheraton.

He rented an apartment here, a regular apartment.

If his subordinates are not around, he even has to do his own laundry, cook, and clean the toilets.

Salem dislikes Dubai; he feels no sense of belonging there. In Mumbai, if he returns late, his entire family worries about him.

To soothe his conscience, he watched Hindi television and Bollywood videotapes, spending entire nights on end.

They were, after all, outsiders, and had no friends among the locals.

Locals in Dubai call them beggars or bastards, and they are often discriminated against and humiliated.

For example, at the telephone exchange, Indians and barbarian sheep patiently wait in line, while locals in Arab robes go straight to the window and their business is processed first.

If this were in Mumbai, Salem would certainly not have swallowed his anger. But here in Dubai, he can only wait obediently; he dares not use his gun here.

Having had enough of these frustrations, he focused all his energy on making money and tried every means to become an extortion expert.

He also wanted to stay at the Sheraton Hotel, or at least hire a nanny.

Salem and Nadim of the Nadim-Seravan partnership are from the same hometown, and the two hit it off immediately.

They planned to buy the music cassette copyrights at a low price and then sell them to T-Series Records at a higher price, which would earn them more money than extortion.

Salem had given them an ultimatum: if they didn't know what was good for them, he would have to follow the rules of the underworld.

Jingle Bell.
The ringing phone interrupted his enjoyment of a Bollywood action movie, and Salem picked up the receiver.

“Brother, it’s me, Sanjay.”

Hey bro, how's Mumbai going?

"I just got out of prison."

"Oh, sorry, I forgot."

"I heard you've been giving director Chopra a hard time lately?"

“This is my job; you have to spend money everywhere in Dubai,” Salem shrugged.

“Listen, I spent almost a year in jail because of you. Chopra is my brother, and he's the only one who stayed by my side when I was down on my luck.”

And Mr. Sue, I owe my release from prison to his help. He invested in this movie, you know.”

“I sympathize with your brother, but the Mumbai newspapers are talking about it everywhere, which makes me lose face. As for that Sur…” Salem suddenly felt the name sounded familiar.

Ding-dong! The doorbell of his apartment rang.

Salem ignored it, but the ringing only grew louder and more urgent.

"Wait for me a moment, brother."

He put down the phone and cautiously approached the door. He peered through the peephole for a while but found nothing unusual.

Salem pushed open the door, intending to look outside.

Snap! A large, muscular hand reached out from the side, holding a gun.

Salem raised his hand and slowly backed away. Vinod came in, followed by five or six people. There were also more than a dozen people standing silently in the corridor outside the door.

“Mr. Sue, please give me your greetings,” Vinod said with a smile.

Mr. Sur? Salem shuddered. This... this is the Mr. Sur from the phone call just now?
Who is he that he can suddenly appear in Dubai? It's no wonder Salem is suspicious; anyone would be uneasy in his shoes.

Wait, a thought flashed through his mind.

Damn it, Salem suddenly remembered the rumors about Shakir from a while ago.

He was reportedly given a pizza box with a bullet inside.

Shakir issued a gag order for this matter because it would severely damage his image as a gangster boss.

However, Salem, being a mid-to-senior level official, eventually heard some rumors.

After shuddering involuntarily, Salem offered a trembling explanation.

“Brother, is there some misunderstanding? I would never dare to mess with Dr. Sul, right, Sanjay?” he shouted into the phone on the table.

"Pick up the phone." Vinod pointed the gun at him.

“Listen to me, brother, if I had known Mr. Sue was investing in that movie, I would never have bothered with it.” Salem carefully raised the receiver.

Vinod took the phone and brandished his gun, telling Salem to step aside.

"Boss, I'm in his room."

"Who?" Sanjay asked, looking completely bewildered.

"Looking for me." Ron walked to the side with a smile, a satellite phone in his hand.

“Mr. Sue?” Sanjay was stunned, momentarily unable to process what was happening.

“I’ll say a few words to him,” Ron said, picking up the phone.

"Boss, someone's right next to me, what are you going to do?"

"What's your relationship with that Salem?" Ron asked Sanjay, turning to him.

"Uh, not bad, they're friends."

“Then give him a warning,” Ron said into the phone.

“Understood.” Vinod winked at his subordinate.

Salem was quickly pinned to the table, his left hand outstretched and restrained.

Vinod pulled out a dagger and pressed it against the man's little finger. Then, to the man's horrified gaze, he stabbed him hard.

"Ah!" A sharp scream escaped his lips, but it was quickly covered by a handkerchief.

“Remember this, don’t reach out again.” Vinod wiped his face with the blood-stained dagger.

“I’ll take care of this right away, right away!” Salem shouted.

“Mr. Sue is the sun; he is watching you from the sky at all times.”

Vinod gave him a meaningful look, then left with his men, still without making a sound.

Salem collapsed to the ground, soaked to the bone. He never imagined that even after traveling all the way to Dubai, he still couldn't escape the shadow of death.

But now is not the time for sentimentality. He didn't even have time to treat his injuries; he immediately called his younger brother back home.

Ron hung up the phone and shrugged easily.

Sanjay was completely bewildered and couldn't understand what had happened. So many changes in such a short time had caught him off guard.

"Are you alright?" He asked with a strange expression.

"More or less." Ron nodded; Vinod was quite quick.

“Mr. Suer, do you have someone in Dubai?” Sanjay asked uncertainly.

“I have business there, very ordinary business.”

What kind of business can make people scream in agony, and whose words carry more weight than the police?

Chopra and his group exchanged glances, all understanding the situation.

"Alright, that Nadim..."

“Nothing to worry about!” Chopra exclaimed excitedly.

"So the negotiations with T-Series Records are going smoothly?"

"Of course, we will be able to sign the contract soon."

"Great!" Ron exclaimed, his spirits lifting.

The deal for 300 million rupees was done, and now he's spending money everywhere. The 50 million rupee profit share is no small sum.

The Mumbai gangs that everyone fears are nothing special.

You have to put the tip of the knife against their soft abdomen before you can have friendly talks.

Why can gangs manipulate Mumbai's businessmen with impunity? It's because of the unequal power dynamics.

They can send assassins to threaten businessmen, who then seek help from the police, but the police can't get to Dubai.

Ron simply brought us closer together; you have people, and I have people too.

See, now everyone can talk properly.

Tsk, Ron doesn't earn as much as Had Khan in the travel agency business.

But it relieved Ron of his worries, preventing him from being treated like a lamb to be extorted at will, like other merchants.

From now on, those gangs will no longer bother him; they will only fear him.

After helping Chopra resolve his biggest worry and enjoying the worshipful service from Mary and the others, Ron felt at peace.

Oh dear, I just can't seem to stay still.

In April, construction began on the Suer Industrial Park.

Mabang Minister Pavard personally attended the groundbreaking ceremony, and Ron accompanied him as he gave countless interviews to reporters.

200 acres, 81 hectares, expected to provide 20,000 jobs.

These front-page reports once again made Ron the most talked-about figure in Mumbai.

Everyone was suddenly surprised to find that Dr. Su had transformed into an entrepreneur.

As for the public's reaction, it was definitely a welcome one.

Dr. Su is a good person; his becoming an entrepreneur is surely a blessing for society.

Many people are already inquiring about the recruitment requirements of Suer Electric Appliances, eager to hear the teachings from the sun god.

Well, after all, the salaries at Suer Electric Appliances are well-known.

Ron himself was much calmer, saying that the first phase of the project would take at least two years.

If production can be started in about six months, given that the construction of the core production area is prioritized, that would be quite good.

He wants to build a comprehensive industrial park, including production plants, R&D centers, warehousing and logistics facilities, employee communities, and other supporting facilities.

The core production area accounts for about 55% of the total area, the R&D and office area accounts for 20%, and the employee living and welfare facilities also account for about 20%.

The remaining 5% of the area is mainly reserved for green spaces, public facilities, and transportation roads.

Of the initial funding of 3 million rupees, 2 million came from bank loans and 1 million came from Ron's own pocket.

Unlike Uttar Pradesh, Mumbai is unlikely to be a place where you can get something for nothing.

However, since the industrial park has already started construction, the television project, which he considers to be the next core project for Suer Electric, should also be put on the agenda.

(End of this chapter)