I am a master in India

Chapter 265 One-Way Transparency
Explosives? Kamal looked at the balding, bloated businessman in front of him again.

"Where are you planning to bomb?" he asked.

"Blow up the TV."

"what?"

“The television, I mean, let it explode with little sparks,” Dutt explained cautiously.

“I’ve never handled this kind of business before,” Kamal said, intrigued. “Tell me more about it.”

Dutt explained his plan, knowing that only the gang could handle it and no one else was suitable.

"You mean the Suer television?" Kamal asked again to confirm.

"Yes, I've taken apart that TV set; there's enough room to store gunpowder."

"A television from Suer Electric Appliances?"

"That's right, the one that everyone can afford."

“Ron Sur?” Kamal’s expression turned strange.

"W-What's wrong?" Dute finally realized something was wrong.

"Sorry, we won't do this business."

"Why?" Dutt asked instinctively.

“Dawood doesn’t need a reason to do any business,” Kamal said, looking at him.

“Uh, I mean I can pay more.”

"Brother, you might as well find someone else," Kamal said, dismissing his guest.

Two burly men walked up with their arms crossed, staring intently at Dute. Under their piercing gazes, he could only slink away from the knocking service.

Watching him leave, Kamal smiled and then picked up the phone.

Duterte got back into the car, panting and wiping away sweat, looking puzzled.

He couldn't understand why Daoud's gang wouldn't take on such an easy money-making business.

It's not like we're asking them to kidnap or extort money, or to shoot someone in the back. What's so difficult about that?

This is supposed to be the biggest gang in Mumbai? Duterte wanted to spit.

It's okay, in this city, money can get you anything. There are slums nearby, and those poor people will do anything for rupees.

However, Duterte does not intend to hire herders this time, as he still feels that Hindus are more reliable.

Sure enough, the men they sent out found a suitable candidate in just a few hours.

Those were employees of a fireworks factory; they dealt with gunpowder every day and knew this kind of work inside and out.

Duterte gave each of them a few hundred rupees, covering everything from modifying television sets to acting as salespeople, all in one go.

These Bihari people were all illiterate, and when they heard that there was a reward of several hundred rupees, they didn't even go to work.

Great, Duterte needs this kind of reckless brute.

After running around all day, he finally had time to sit at the Sapphire.

Duterte wants to be alone with Mona Lisa after the Sapphire closes, he thinks about it every single day.

He had just sat down when Mona Lisa, taking advantage of the break, gracefully approached.

“How about we go on vacation to Kendara this weekend?” he suggested eagerly.

Kendala is a mountainous area on the west side of Mabang, with stunning scenery, famous for its sunsets and waterfalls.

Perhaps he was about to do something big; Duterte's adrenaline was surging.

"No, no, I do like you, but I'm not that kind of girl. I'm different from the others on stage."

"How about next week? Let's savor the fruits of victory together."

"What good news? You have no idea how anxious I was waiting for you," Mona Lisa sounded like she was about to cry. "You said you'd come in the afternoon, but I didn't see you even after dark. I was so worried!"

“Oh, I just met a big shot,” Dutt boasted.

"Is anyone bigger than you?" Mona Lisa said sweetly.

Dutt laughed, but still whispered a few words in her ear.

"Oh dear, that's too dangerous! Never do that again, you hear me? If you can't come tonight, you absolutely, absolutely must call me in advance, otherwise I'll be staring at the Sapphire door all night, hoping you'll walk in at any moment. My dance partners noticed, and they laughed at me: 'Oh dear, where did your little lion cub go?'"

"Okay, okay, I'll do whatever you say." Duterte blurted out.

Mona Lisa flattered him, and under her guidance, Duterte revealed almost everything that had happened that afternoon.

She had become the goddess of his dreams, and he felt that the way she looked at him in the sapphire was different from how she looked at others.

She performed for others only to make money, but when she turned to him and came to his table, she was clearly dancing for him genuinely.

Dutt wanted to tell her those exciting stories, often embellishing them to make himself seem as impressive as possible.

He needed her approval, and that focused gaze was the best compliment he could receive.

He looked forward to the day when she would be completely naked.

This process should be savored slowly, just like savoring the fruits of an upcoming victory.

"Elco Shopping Mall? Okay, I got it." Ron hung up the phone with a smile.

It was Luca calling again. He'd report to Luca what Dutt had said at Sapphire the night before.

The enemy was completely transparent to him; he had no secrets whatsoever.

Videocon clearly explained where they planned to cause trouble, who they invited, and what follow-up moves they would make.

This is like our radar having detected the enemy's troop deployment, but the other side is completely unaware and continues to make small moves in secret.

Ron liked the feeling of having keen insight.

Actually, it wasn't just the sapphire issue; he also received a call from Daoud's gang yesterday afternoon.

What they did was not kidnapping or extortion, nor was it a threat or warning; rather, it was to tip someone off.

Yes, Ron knew everything about Dutt's visit to the service within ten minutes.

After Kamal told him about it, he hung up the phone without implying any benefit or favor.

Ron knew what he meant: the previous conflicts were misunderstandings, and everyone could coexist peacefully. Look, today's events prove it—Dawood's gang will lend a hand when it matters. Yes, it's that magical; bars and street gangs have all become Ron's eyes and ears.

Sigh, this business war is so boring. How can we lose when the dragon is right in front of us?
Ron wanted to call Mary; the Elco shopping mall was near their apartment.

But before he could dial, Xiao Tian showed up again.

"Mr. Suer, are you planning to abandon your cooperation with NEC?"

"What makes you say that?" Ron feigned surprise.

"Two months have passed, and the production line that has been debugged shows no signs of being started."

"Oh dear, our people are working hard to inspect it."

"That guy is a complete idiot!" Oda couldn't hold back any longer.

It would have been better if we hadn't brought this up, but as soon as the topic of the inspection came up, he completely lost control of his emotions.

NEC's employees meticulously explained every detail of the production line, while the brilliant inspector listened attentively with a smile and nodding his head throughout.

Afterwards, the NEC staff asked him if he had any questions, and he actually pointed to the English on the acceptance form and asked how to pronounce it.

"Your people don't understand anything; that's a complete waste of time!"

"But we are learning diligently. It is precisely because of its backwardness that India needs Japan's advanced technology."

“Mr. Su, let’s get straight to the point.” Oda was too lazy to waste any more time. “Can the joint venture continue to operate?”

"of course."

"What are the conditions?"

"The import price of core components is too high and unreasonable."

"so…"

"The price of a color picture tube has dropped to $120, and the circuit board to $25."

"Impossible!" Xiao Tian immediately jumped up. "This price can't even cover our processing costs."

Ron's quoted price was almost two-thirds lower than NEC's previous quote.

You can't bargain like that, it's even worse than cutting the price in half.

“Mr. Oda, NEC’s offer is not sincere. $400 is more than three times the international market price, which clearly violates market rules.”

“Our pricing is based on the Indian market and is very reasonable compared to similar imported color TVs. In addition, your country’s tariffs are the root cause.”

“We will handle the tariffs, but don’t forget, we are a joint venture. Localized products and imported goods are two completely different concepts.”

"No matter what, this price is too low."

The unit price of imported color picture tubes from the international market is around $140, so $120 is a real blow to NEC's lifeline.

After several rounds of back-and-forth, the two sides reluctantly reached a consensus. The price of the color picture tube was reduced to $150, and the circuit board to $30.

It's slightly more expensive than the international price, but still more than half off compared to last time.

Oda finally accepted it; he had no choice but to.

News from Japan indicates that JVC and India's Onida have reached an agreement to export a complete production line, including color picture tubes.

Toshiba is also in talks with Videocon, and a contract may be signed soon.

With two competitors entering the market in quick succession, NEC was naturally anxious. If things continued to drag on like this, NEC wouldn't even get a share.

Unfortunately, they couldn't secure the super-high profit of $400. Xiaotian didn't expect that Ron would just sit there like this after the last negotiation, not in a hurry at all.

As the main investors who provided both money and effort, they actually gave up and abandoned the project.

Seeing that there would be more and more competitors in the Indian market, Oda had no choice but to take the initiative.

Well, it's not like you can't make a profit of $150, it's just a little less.

"Mr. Suer, now that we've reached an agreement, what about the final payment for the equipment?"

"Oh dear, the joint venture's production line is about to start, and we'll need to spend money everywhere. Let's wait a little longer, just a little longer, okay?"

"In that case, let's talk about the parts procurement. How many parts are you planning to order for the first time, Mr. Su?"

"Ten thousand sets, what do you think, Mr. Oda?"

"No problem, where's the money?"

"Ok?"

"180 million US dollars, you need to pay a deposit, right? No, not a deposit, the full amount!"

“Mr. Oda, why bother? We’re a joint venture.” Ron sighed, lamenting how trust between people had vanished so easily.

“It’s rare that Mr. Sue remembers that we are a joint venture wage company,” Xiaotian thought with a sneer. “However, the most basic rule of a transaction is to settle accounts with cash on delivery.”

“The company hasn’t sold a single product yet, and we’re definitely facing some financial difficulties, but I have a great suggestion,” Ron said, looking at him.

"What does that mean?" Xiaotian was a little curious.

"You've seen how hot the Indian TV market is. We can go all out to produce right now. Once we've made some profits, we can pay off the outstanding balance on the equipment and cover the cost of purchasing spare parts."

"What?!" Oda was stunned. "You mean, buy on credit?"

“It’s highly feasible, isn’t it?” Ron smiled.

"This is impossible!"

"Don't rush, let me explain first. Suer Electric's reputation in the television market is already well-established, and we have no trouble selling our color TVs. This is an excellent opportunity."

Xiao Tian was somewhat tempted; he had even heard of Suer Electric's influence in the television market.

With sales exceeding 100,000 units in two months, it would be considered a blockbuster product in Japan.

"You can give it a try first. It's not uncommon for goods to be held up for several months in international trade."

“We must include these in the contract.”

"no problem."

Oda was finally tempted, and he also believed that now was a good time to expand the market.

Suer TVs are selling so well, it would be a waste not to ride this wave.

(End of this chapter)