I am a master in India

Chapter 263 Firefly Project

Mona Lisa recently encountered an annoying guy, in his forties, bald, who liked to wear designer brands, and whose lecherous eyes often wandered around, yet he pretended to be a gentleman.

These people are obviously high-level executives or bosses of a company. They are self-respecting and disdain using vulgar tactics.

However, the dancers are adept at dealing with these kinds of people; they are experienced and skilled at manipulating people's hearts.

For example, these social elites would strike up a conversation with a dancer before leaving the sapphire, asking her if she was free after get off work.

She smiled and told him to come again tomorrow. The following night, he went to Sapphire again and sat there keeping a close eye on her.

She remembered him too, and would occasionally smile at him. He would ask the waiters for tips, spending lavishly on her.

She seemed to dance with even more enthusiasm, swaying her hips toward him. He stayed until the Sapphire closed, then went up to ask for her phone number.

She wouldn't have it and told him to come back the next day, saying she would wait for him. So he went to Sapphire every day, and the tips he gave kept increasing.

Finally, one day, when he had almost given up hope, she quickly slipped a note into his hand. It contained her name, the name he had longed for, and her phone number.

See, with just a few simple tricks, they can easily charm those wealthy bosses.

The dancers weren't without their admirers; wealthy young men in their twenties and thirties were often very popular. They were handsome, young, friendly, and rich—no girl could resist them.

However, they cannot make this relationship public, nor can they declare that they are only loyal to one particular customer.

Those who come to Sapphire are all important people; you have to satisfy their egos.

But they can't be too intimate, otherwise he'll take it for granted that "she's mine," and he'll stop treasuring her.

Mona Lisa quickly grasped the key to survival in Sapphire: to make customers fall in love with her and believe that she felt the same way.

When she sees a man spending lavishly on sapphires for the first time, she will give him her full attention and flash him her most charming smile.

Mona Lisa's smile has a power that makes you feel that you haven't been tainted by life to the point of being vulgar and unbearable.

This trick worked wonders; that annoying jerk fell for her smile.

Once that person becomes a regular customer, Mona Lisa will call him every day, gradually drawing him out his innermost thoughts.

Sometimes Mona Lisa would throw a little tantrum, making him do this and that for her, just like a spoiled child.

She even demanded that the guy not whisper to anyone other than her.

Mona Lisa would care for her guests like a wife cares for her husband, constantly sending them the message: I belong only to you, I belong only to you, I belong only to you.

Strangely enough, those powerful figures who are usually so calculating become blinded by greed and immerse themselves in this mutually agreeable game.

They would automatically imagine that Mona Lisa was jealous because she loved him so much that she would even be jealous when he talked to other women.

When it comes to manipulating people's hearts, dancers are no less adept than politicians.

They know exactly what to do to excite them and what to say to soften their hearts.

For example, right now, Mona Lisa just tearfully told Duterte about how she was treated rudely by someone last week, and he vowed to teach that person a lesson.

No matter how powerful or invincible a man may be in the outside world, he will be powerless when faced with a helpless girl.

This tactic is especially effective against businessmen like Duterte, who are typically older, used to leading others, and powerful in Mumbai, making it impossible for them to refuse Mona Lisa's request for help.

"That kid won't get away, don't worry. But I have something to do today, I need to see a friend first," Dutt said, patting his chest as he sat on the sofa.

"Brother, which friend are you meeting today?" Mona Lisa, petite and charming, leaned against him.

"A rival in the same industry."

"enemy?"

"Yes, but not to argue, but to discuss cooperation. He'll be there soon, and he'll definitely give me face." Dutt smiled smugly.

Wow, bro, you're really amazing.

“I’ve said it before, I have a lot of influence in Mumbai, and he’s here.”

Chandani and Dutt are about the same age, and Chandani wears glasses and looks more gentle and refined.

“Chandani, come and sit down,” Dutt beckoned to him.

"This place is nice, it's very lively."

"This is the Mona Lisa, the brightest sapphire."

"Hello." Chandani secretly sized her up, somewhat amazed by Mona Lisa's captivating smile.

“I told you, this place is absolutely worth a visit.” Dutt put his arm behind the Mona Lisa chair, asserting his dominance.

"I heard it's run by a Brazilian?" Chandani chuckled.

"Yes, that's why we were able to find so many beautiful foreign girls."

"Their dancing is really good, even hotter than the Indian girls."

They sat in a booth in the VIP room, with a table in front of them and a small circular partition behind them.

Each booth maintains a certain distance, ensuring privacy and eliminating worries about being overheard.

"Want me to find you a girl?" Dutt raised an eyebrow at him.

"Let's get down to business first. We'll find some fun later," Chandani waved his hand.

"Well, the Suer TV is definitely more important."

"Should we find a quieter place?" Chandani asked, glancing at Mona Lisa on the other side of the sofa.

“She’s just a little girl who doesn’t know anything,” Dutt laughed. “Never mind her.”

"No, you guys chat, I'll go mix you some drinks." Mona Lisa obediently got up and left.

She was perceptive and possessed exceptional emotional intelligence. Although the name "Sur" made her heart skip a beat, she suppressed the urge to stay.

She understood the art of playing hard to get; as long as she waited a little longer, when she was alone with Dutter, she had countless ways to extract his secrets.

Duterte had long considered Mona Lisa a confidante, treating her like family and trusting her unconditionally. Only after Mona Lisa's figure disappeared from sight did Duterte turn his gaze back.

"In short, we can't let them expand any further. This month it's 50,000 units, who knows how many it will be next month?" He shrugged.

"It seems they don't have any plans to make color TVs for the time being."

“Chandani, your thinking is dangerous.” Dutt said somewhat displeased. “Expansion is the instinct of capital. You and I both started from scratch and slowly got to where we are today.”

"What are you going to do?"

"That guy has powerful connections. Ordinary methods won't work, and we can't resort to violence. We can only use special business tactics."

Duterte is also a Brahmin, and a local Brahmin from Maharashtra, whose family is powerful and influential in Mumbai.

If Suer Electric were just a small company with no background and Ron had no connections, then Dutt would have made his move long ago.

He had countless ways to bring down Suer Electric, including but not limited to bribing officials to shut down Suer's factories directly.

Alternatively, thugs or gangsters can be hired to kidnap or physically assault the other party's boss.

These methods, though crude, are effective.

Indian business warfare has always been so straightforward and unpretentious.

The weak cannot survive in Mumbai. Those who rise to power are either thugs or powerful families with extensive connections.

Dutt and his team certainly investigated Ron; no, they didn't need to investigate, the newspapers had already written about it countless times.

The famous Dr. Sue, everyone knows he's a good man.

Yes, these kinds of people are usually easy to bully.

In the past, even if Duterte didn't use violence, he would have used underhanded methods to oust him.

However, since the fire at the palace, many people in Mumbai have subtly changed their attitude towards Sur.

There were rumors that the destruction of the palace was closely related to Suer, but most people didn't believe it.

Dr. Suer is a good person, how can this be related to him?

The palace was clearly destroyed by an accidental fire, according to the official report.

However, some powerful figures are reluctant to discuss this matter. They are unwilling to say much, and they are certainly not foolish enough to clarify anything.

Those around them, though unaware of the situation, vaguely sensed something was amiss. In short, they could no longer regard Dr. Sue as a harmless and kind person.

Duterte was also unaware of the details of the palace incident, but he was adept at reading people.

That Suer is definitely not someone to mess with. With the Chief Minister backing him, the Suer Park is even more difficult for ordinary people to deal with.

Since that's the case, let's solve the problem using business methods.

In normal business competition, no one can really say anything. The market won't favor you just because you're a good person.

As long as things are done within the rules, everyone will accept the outcome.

"To curb the sales of Sullair televisions, the only way now is through public opinion." This was the result of Duterte's careful consideration.

"Public opinion?" Chandani was somewhat surprised.

"Yes, their advertising was very successful, that's a fact. But precisely because it's so well-known, any blemish will be magnified."

“Dute,” Chandani raised an eyebrow, “to be honest, you surprised me.”

The masses are blindly obedient; they are happy to create gods and also keen to destroy them.

The saying "when a wall falls, everyone pushes it down" perfectly describes this mentality.

Suhr televisions may not be a household name, but they are certainly well-known in South India.

If a product scandal were to be exposed at this time, I believe those reporters who are always looking at a magnifying glass would be overjoyed.

"What do you think of the safety hazard aspect?" Duterte asked smugly.

"Tell me in detail," Chandani's eyes lit up.

"Make up any excuse, like electromagnetic hypersensitivity, or that watching a Sullair TV for too long can cause fatal complications. Or that Sullair TVs emit excessive radiation and may cause cancer."

"Will this work?" Chandani asked with some doubt.

"Brother, how many smart people do you think there are in our country? Most of them are illiterate, and the rest are half-baked. They don't understand these things at all, nor do they need to."

Once someone takes the lead, the rumors will quickly spread on their own; we're just giving them a small push. Of course, this isn't the real trump card.

"There's more?" Chandani was genuinely surprised.

This guy always seemed so cheerful, I never imagined he was hiding so many bad intentions.

Chandani was even somewhat relieved that Onida and Vieocon, who were also competitors, hadn't used those tactics against him.

"The real killer move is to make the Sull television explode, preferably in public. The picture tube, the screen, and the power supply are all easy places to tamper with."

"How exactly do you control it?"

"Simple, just buy a few and we'll modify them."

"It sounds very feasible."

“I call it ‘Project Firefly’!” Dutt chuckled.

Well, this inspiration actually came from a safety accident at the Vieocon factory.

The TV exploded after the worker reversed the power supply.

What a great inspiration! You might blow up your own factory, but you can shift the blame onto someone else.

He had already begun to imagine the scene of thousands of people protesting against Suer television sets.

(End of this chapter)