I am a master in India

Chapter 264 is full of loopholes
“Project Firefly? That guy’s pretty wicked.” Ron raised an eyebrow as he held the phone.

"Yeah, he's planning to put something in your TV and create a sensation."

“Simple and direct, it might work well.” Ron chuckled.

"It's insidious, isn't it? But in Sapphire, they have no secrets."

"Thank you, Luca, for delivering this wreath to Mona Lisa."

“Oh! She’ll thank you next time she comes,” Luca chuckled.

"No need, I can't even handle it myself."

"You'll have to try something new, buddy. Anyway, I'll keep an eye on the sapphire for you, just be careful."

"I'll treat you to drinks another day." Ron hung up the phone.

Wow, aren't our competitors moving too fast? Suer TVs have only been on the market for two months.

It wasn't until six months later that their water-cooled air conditioners were copied, and by then the Indians had significantly improved their efficiency.

But to be honest, that Dutt from Videocon is a real talent.

Ron suspected that he had squid ancestry and was a disciple of a squid.

One was stuffing explosives into a beeping machine, the other was adding something to a television set—the methods were strikingly similar.

This is truly my great India; even their business battles are so simple and unpretentious.

Hey, I put some gunpowder in your TV, you didn't expect that, did you?
Stealing company seals, killing money trees by overwatering, scaling walls to secretly photograph competitors' products, and giving competitors bad reviews—that's so low.

India is directly using explosives; it would be a disservice to their creativity not to add some sparks and lightning.

Ron even thought they were being conservative; hiring gunmen to kill their colleagues was more in line with the Indian national character.

However, this tactic is somewhat interesting; they know how to start with public opinion.

If they succeed, regardless of the outcome, Suer Electric Appliances will inevitably be affected.

Unfortunately, while the plan was perfect, the process was full of flaws.

Ron overheard every word of Dutt and his group's secret plot this morning.

According to Luca, they would hire people to modify a batch of Suer television sets and then pose as sales staff to demonstrate them in public areas of shopping malls.

The area has a large flow of people, making it easy to attract onlookers. When the time is right, the faulty television set will be detonated.

It doesn't need to be very powerful, just enough to get it burning. To complement the performance, they even bring in reporters to conduct on-site interviews.

Imagine this: in full view of everyone, a brand-new Suer television set suddenly bursts into flames, and coincidentally, there are reporters witnessing the whole thing.

It's absolutely perfect; just thinking about it makes me so excited I can't sleep.

They even divided the work around this grand spectacle. Videocon was responsible for implementation, while Onida handled the subsequent media attacks.

Damn it, are they so afraid of our own Suer appliances that they have to join forces to deal with us?
India has a population of one billion, and according to market principles, it can accommodate at least four or five giants to make moves.

We're only at the beginning. In a market with growth potential, is it really necessary for everyone to fight to the death?

Ron casually picked up the report on the table. Hmm, Suer TVs sold 80,000 units in October, but production capacity is still insufficient.

Well, this level of popularity is indeed quite eye-catching.

Ron didn't know how big the market for 14-inch black and white televisions was.

But one thing is certain: the sales of similar products from the other two companies are dismal.

Many customers who didn't manage to buy it would rather wait than pay double the price and be ripped off.

Compare prices and you'll regret it; it's that simple.

Moreover, the longer the time drags on, the more advantageous it will be for Suer Electric Appliances.

Four production lines are currently operating at full capacity, the fifth and sixth lines are undergoing intensive testing, and two more 18-inch lines are being set up.

In just six months, Suer Electric's production capacity can double again.

Such terrifying expansion capabilities certainly leave little time for the other two competitors.

They were afraid and terrified, so they resorted to desperate measures.

Ron said that this was just in time, and he might as well teach these two troublemakers a lesson.

Whether it's a simple, down-to-earth business battle or a high-end one, he accepts all challenges.

Ron picked up the receiver and immediately dialed Aiger's number.

He already knew in advance which shopping mall Duterte and his team were planning to cause trouble at.

Since that's the case, we should never give them a chance to make a move.

Ron wasn't planning on any shady tactics; the war of public opinion was highly unpredictable and could easily backfire.

Extinguishing the flames directly is the easiest way; the advantage is in my hands, so I'm not worried.

Dutt got completely drunk last night. That little vixen Mona Lisa charmed him with just a few words and he was totally disoriented.

I've spent a lot on tips, but there hasn't been any real progress.

So the first thing he did when he woke up was to dial her number. After waiting for a while, no one answered.

Duterte kept dialing, and the more no one answered, the more he kept dialing.

What is Mona Lisa doing? Is there anyone else around? Does she still belong to herself?

Dutt was upset and had an urge to drive straight to Sapphire.

"Hello?" a sleepy voice mumbled.

"Mona Lisa, why are you only answering the phone now?" Dutt asked abruptly.

"It's all your fault, you're too amazing, I was drunk last night."

"Oh, then you need to get some rest." And so they began their call, and in this vast and desolate city, she became the one he confided in.

She listened to his disagreements with his wife and his friction with his parents. She understood that sometimes his work was not going well, and she worried that he was not eating properly.

"Have you had lunch?" Mona Lisa asked.

"have eaten."

"What did you eat?"

"I drank some milk and ate a few slices of bread."

"Can that be called lunch? You're so careless and don't take care of yourself."

"Then I'll come over, and you can cook for me, okay?" Dute was itching to go.

"Not today, I'm not feeling well. Let's do it another day, I'll cook for you myself another day."

I don't know why, but I always feel like we clicked. No one has ever understood me like you. Will you be coming to Sapphire tonight? I'll be waiting for you.

"Come on, don't worry. I'll come find you after I finish my business this afternoon," Dutt replied with a pout.

He's been talking to her every day lately and going to the Sapphire every night. Looking at her on stage, he feels a special intimacy.

Of all the people in the Sapphire, of all the people in this city, only she knows his secret, only she cares whether he has eaten properly.

He sat at the table, on which lay a stack of tips for her. He would occasionally take a puff of his cigarette or a sip of his drink, and otherwise watch her performance intently as she swayed her hips to the tunes that cost five hundred rupees each.

He kept handing the waiter five hundred rupees, and she kept dancing for him.

He imagined her lying beside him, whispering sweet nothings, and recalled how she had rushed out of the shower that afternoon, not even having time to put on her clothes, so as not to miss his call.

Oh dear, I have important business to attend to," Dutt reluctantly snapped out of his reverie.

His Firefly Project is not yet finalized, and this matter requires the involvement of professionals; Duterte is not foolish enough to take charge personally.

High-level business battles are all orchestrated behind the scenes. Dutt prides himself on being a smart man; he only needs to use his brain.

It's best if people from Videocon don't show up either, so you can clear yourself of any wrongdoing.

When it comes to this kind of thing, gangsters are the best at it.

Whether it's the installation of gunpowder or the name of Suer Electric, ordinary people would probably be scared away by it.

Only those audacious gangsters would disregard the aura of celebrities.

Well, the Daoud gang would be best; they're the tax authorities in Mumbai and dare to collect protection money from anyone.

After a moment's thought, Duterte had a choice, and he got up and went out.

Marpudan is known as the "Little Baba Sheep" area, where Hindus have almost disappeared, and it has become entirely the domain of pastoralists.

As a Brahmin, Dutt would never normally come here. But today was special; he was to meet a high-ranking member of a certain gang.

As the car gets closer to its destination, the streetscape becomes more and more diverse, like patterns refracted from a colorful kaleidoscope.

The billboard stands beside the overpass leading to the church gate train station, displaying the contact information for "Dr. Raja, the anesthesiologist".

On both sides of the main road are small clinics specializing in treating sprains and bruises. Next to the clinics are small hotels, next to which is a pharmacy. Further ahead, a storefront is rented to a stall that grills lamb skewers with coal briquettes, and next to the stall is a public telephone booth.

Numerous small workshops line the streets, manufacturing and selling all sorts of welding torches, belt buckles, textile machine parts—hundreds of seemingly trivial but essential items that keep Mumbai's economy running.

Despite being called a main street, it's been squeezed into a narrow strip by the Bihar slums where shops are constantly breaking through walls to open up new spaces. The back alleys of the slums are densely packed with Thanhchen mosques, with an average of one in every alley.

Dutt found a billboard that read "Knocking Service". He went inside and went to the outer office, which was stuffy and hot.

Duterte was introduced to this place by a friend of his, who happened to know Kamal, the finance minister of the Daoud group.

He held financial power, and gangsters and their families relied on Kamal's financial support, especially after they were killed or arrested.

Therefore, even the top figures on the wanted list had to address Kamal as "Big Brother".

The service in front of him is a suburban logistics company, and it's the most legitimate part of Kamal's business.

The company's introduction states: "Knock-and-response service, you knock, I respond."

Before you drag your tired body home from get off work, just one phone call and your meal will be delivered to your table from the designated restaurant.

With just one phone call, we'll deliver your TV from our repair center to your home, ensuring you can watch your favorite shows after dinner.

The suit you will wear the next day will be dry-cleaned and ironed, and then delivered to your residence by us.

Additionally, the knocking service also provides emergency assistance.

Below is another line of introduction: Debt piling up? Don't worry! Kooying Services is proud to launch, with professionally trained debt collectors guaranteeing to recover your money quickly. We are now accepting bookings from individuals, banks, and businesses.

Yes, this is the business of the Daoud gang that can withstand the most legal scrutiny.

Of course, the company was registered to someone else, which was a cover, but it was actually operated by the Daoud gang.

Soon, Kamal came downstairs. He had a slightly cunning face, was well-dressed, and spoke fluent English.

He has both a bachelor's degree and an innate talent for business. He manages many legitimate businesses for the Daoud gang, while also directly participating in all underworld activities. He is renowned and respected in the underworld.

Many of the herders in Madanpur were once his lackeys, serving him tea and water. They dared not sit down without his permission. As long as he was in the room, they had to stand.

When Duterte first met Kamal, he was a little nervous, unsure whether to offer a wai (hands together in prayer) or a forehead salute.

"Did Girish introduce you?" Kamal asked bluntly.

“Yes, we are good friends.” Dutt shook his head.

"What kind of delivery do you want? Hemp, guns, dark chocolate, or people?"

"No, no, no, it's just a few bags of explosives." Dutt kept wiping his sweat.

"Huh?" Kamal was surprised.

(End of this chapter)