I am a master in India

Chapter 259 Sapphire

The most luxurious private rooms at Sapphire are on the top floor, offering top-notch service, top-notch dancers, and top-notch guests.

Stepping onto the third floor is like entering a Bollywood film set. There are several unique private rooms, each with its own stage, where colorful spotlights illuminate women dancing gracefully to music.

They meticulously replicated the movements and dance steps from Bollywood movies, dressed in flowing chiffon saris and backless saris, as if they had stepped out of a Suraj Bajatya film onto the stage.

Of all the private rooms, the most popular are the Theater Room, the VIP Room, and the Muza Ballroom.

The theater hall was furnished with sofas and tiered benches, just like in a stadium.

In this way, the dancers do not need to bend down to talk to the guests, and everyone has a clear view.

The VIP lounge is the smallest and most private, with sofas arranged around the room and closest to the performers.

The private room was exquisitely furnished, filled with European classical sculptures and gilded mirrors, as well as murals depicting court dancers feeding wine to Indian princes.

Ron and his group noticed the girl on the stage almost as soon as they entered. Among all the dancers, she was the tallest, with cascading hair and a smile as bright as the stars.

It was as if the camera focused on the female protagonist in a movie the moment she appeared, and everything around her, all the other girls on the stage, became blurred.

The dancer in front of me understood the allure of having her back to the audience; she leaned forward and slowly swayed her hips in a dance that clearly imitated movements of pleasure.

It wasn't a veiled hint, but a straightforward display. She then turned around, revealing a sweet smile unique to young girls.

She had full lips, a long neck, large eyes, and a small, slightly upturned nose.

Rajan was captivated by her, and almost immediately believed that she was the most beautiful and sexiest woman he had ever seen in his travels throughout India.

"Compared to her, what are those rich girls in Mumbai!" he told himself.

Ron winked at Luca, who immediately introduced her: "This is Sapphire's most popular dancer, Mona Lisa."

This is, of course, a stage name, but that doesn't stop Rajon from remembering it immediately.

Luca exchanged a few words with the waiter beside him, who immediately left.

Soon, Mona Lisa, who had been singing and dancing on the stage, slowly walked off the stage and came to Ron and the others.

She reached out and took Rajan and Ron's arms, affectionately leading them to sit on the sofa closest to and in the center of the stage.

This seat is empty and reserved only for the most distinguished guests in the private room.

The police chief, city councilors, big businessmen, and Arab sheikhs who had gathered around craned their necks, curious about who this person was and why they had been given the best seats upon arrival.

Upon seeing that it was Ron, they all nodded in their direction to show their friendliness.

Ron responded, and Rajon kept clasping his hands together.

He felt both restrained and a sense of pride welled up within him.

I was surrounded by prominent figures in Mumbai, each one of whom would be worthy of being on the front page of a newspaper.

Now they bowed respectfully towards them, their sense of superiority indescribable.

Power, a man's aphrodisiac.

However, this was a place to have fun, and after a brief greeting, everyone was once again immersed in the performance on stage.

I don't know where Luca found these girls, they come from Europe and America, Brazil, India, and Africa, and all kinds of skin colors are represented.

What's more, they were dancing Indian dance, which is quite impressive.

What could be more exciting than having beautiful women from foreign lands perform dances that reflect their own culture?

At least the Indian men couldn't resist; they clapped and cheered, and some even went up to give tips.

There are many ways to tip; more reserved people will give the tip to the waiter.

The latter holds the banknote firmly, palm down, and fires it precisely at the dancer's head like cutting cards.

This makes the tipping target clearer and easier to collect, and some guests also like to play games.

For example, place ten slips of paper in front of you, each with an amount ranging from several thousand to one hundred thousand rupees.

A familiar dancer gracefully approaches; taking a slip of paper will earn you the corresponding tip written on it.

Some people sat alone at the table, singing along with the music, their eyes glazed over.

In front of him was a pile of five-hundred-rupee banknotes. Every now and then, he would pick up two banknotes, hold them high in the air, and ignore the dancers who quickly took the banknotes and left, while he continued to sing with rapt attention.

The dancers are like goldfish in a pond; they rush to grab any breadcrumbs that are scattered, and then swim away without a second thought.

Some people even threw banknotes at the dancers' faces in a rude manner, or to show some kind of indifferent and contemptuous attitude.

He would turn his back to the dancer and toss hundreds or thousands of banknotes in her direction, while always facing the rest of the bar's patrons and keeping a smile on his face.

Finally, he raised his empty hands into the air and declared to the crowd that money and dancers were worthless to him.

They indulged in sensual pleasures, spending money like water. They craved excitement; they had plenty of money.

Driven by desires for money and beauty, Rajan also had an impulse to spend money like water.

Ron gestured, and immediately a waiter brought over several plates.

It has a "garland" for the dancers, made of laminated 500 rupee banknotes.

They're so densely packed, it takes hundreds of sheets to make just one wreath. There's a whole stack of these wreaths, at least seven or eight of them.

“Mr. Sur?” Rajan feigned confusion.

“Go ahead, don’t be shy, otherwise Mona Lisa will be taken by someone else.” Ron patted him on the shoulder and urged.

Everyone knows what the people who come here want to do.

Every dancer on stage is being watched, and there are always more guests than dancers, which creates a wonderful competitive atmosphere.

It encourages you to spend money lavishly, the more the better, until you become the king here.

Mona Lisa is so beautiful, Rajon couldn't refuse the opportunity to be in the spotlight.

He picked up the "garland" and stepped forward, and with Mona Lisa's cooperation, placed the garland around her neck.

Whistles, cheers, and applause erupted from the private room. The garland alone cost at least several hundred thousand rupees. It was an extravagant gesture, worthy of everyone's respect.

Rajon raised his hand to greet everyone with a reserved air; the feeling of being the center of attention was exhilarating.

They are not ordinary people; they are important figures and elites.

This kind of recognition from high-end social circles is enough to make anyone feel elated.

Mona Lisa responded to Rajan's donation with a dance, removing her outermost sari to reveal her smooth, white back.

Amidst the cheers and applause, she knelt on the stage. Her upper and lower body twisted at different speeds, her navel serving as the central axis, and her long hair cascading down like a waterfall.

This young Indian girl dances with an animalistic, primal tension that stretches every part of her body across the small stage: her legs, hips, chest, arms, lips, hair, and eyes.

Her beauty had a wild quality that Rajan couldn't resist.

He quickly handed out all the garlands on the plate, and the entire VIP room cheered for him.

Rajon's shirt was soaked; he was so excited and thrilled.

"Was tonight's show good?" Ron asked with a smile.

"Wow! I've never felt like this before in my life, really, Sue."

"The most important thing in life is to be happy."

“That’s right, great.” Rajan’s gaze was still on the stage.

Ron coughed lightly.

“Oh, right,” Rajan said, snapping out of his reverie, “you said there was a sum of money going to Dubai.”

"Yes, as you know, I own a travel agency."

"How much? Does it require special approval?"

“So many.” Ron gestured with his fingers.

"thirty million?"

"Three hundred million."

Rajan's gaze froze; even the wild dance moves couldn't attract him.

"Dude, what are you planning to do?"

"You know about Suer televisions, right?"

"Of course, your advertisements have spread throughout India."

"It's so popular that all our stock has been used up ahead of schedule, and we now need to import a batch urgently."

"So this is for overseas transactions?"

"That's pretty much what it means."

Rajan wasn't foolish enough to ask why there wasn't an approval process; the Indian government would certainly grant certain companies the authority to use rupees overseas.

However, there are limits on those, and the procedures are extremely complicated, let alone a limit as large as 3 million rupees.

He was right; Ron was indeed not suited to the public path.

Because it involves trade with the Eastern University, the Indian government is currently quite sensitive about its eastern neighbor.

The atmosphere within India regarding the relationship between the two countries is also quite delicate.

In short, no one actively sought out Dongda University to do business.

It's highly unusual that two large countries with populations exceeding one billion, each a neighbor, have a trade volume of less than one hundred million US dollars.

Considering public opinion and his brother's sensitive nature, he could only come secretly.

“This is a bit of a problem,” Rajan frowned.

“It’s a small matter for you.” Ron looked at the stage, then glanced at Luca beside him.

Soon Mona Lisa, dressed in revealing clothes, came over and danced, then stood in front of Rajan and continued dancing.

Long legs and fair arms brushed lightly across his back, chest, and neck.
Rajan momentarily forgot to answer Ron's question; he was panting heavily.

People who were just there to watch came over and handed Mona Lisa a note.

It might have a number or an amount written on it, just for the sake of getting close to her.

"OK, OK," Rajan waved his hand anxiously to stop them, "No problem, Sur, no problem!"

“Miss Mona Lisa likes you very much,” Ron laughed.

See, getting on the good side of a bank manager is actually quite simple.

Ron and Luca exchanged a knowing smile; the sapphire was more useful than the palace.

Here, your weaknesses will be magnified, and a dancer can easily influence your decisions.

Don't feel bad about those "flower wreaths" of tips, because as the boss, Luca takes a cut.

The wreath was provided by him; he went around in circles and came back, nothing had changed.

But Rajon's emotional needs were met, and everyone was happy.

It's settled, 3 million rupees, nearly ten million US dollars.

Ron can do a lot of things, like buying a few more production lines.

The key is to press on and expand the scale.

It's been a week since Suer Electric went public, time to take stock of what we've accomplished.

Yes, NEC might also be causing trouble.

(End of this chapter)