I am a master in India

Chapter 269 The Future Richest Man

Adniwa is 67 years old, half-bald, and has a typical Indian beard.

He is the new leader of the BJP, and unlike his predecessor Vajpayee's moderate style, Adniwa acts with a tough stance.

In order to balance relations within the party, he disregarded the opposition of Waghhaila and his cronies and insisted on reassigning the out-of-party leader to an important position.

When Modi brought Ron to his office, Adniwa was discussing the BJP's election strategy with his subordinates.

"Mr. Suer, welcome to Gujarat." He said with a smile after his assistant left.

“It’s impressive here. On my way from Ahmedabad, I saw flowers lining both sides of the road. I don’t see anything like this in New Delhi.”

“Gujarat is India’s industrial heartland,” Adniwa laughed smugly.

In terms of economic wealth, Gujarat doesn't even rank among the top three in India. But when it comes to industrial base, it's certainly not far behind Maharashtra.

Ron's two subtle compliments hit Adniwa right where it hurt.

"As a proud Hindu, Mr. Sur is a role model for many young people in the National Support Corps."

"Honor belongs to Shiva." Ron humbly clasped his hands together.

"Honor belongs to Shiva!" the people in the room repeated.

Come on, he forgot that this is the stronghold of the BJP, which regards Hinduism as its ultimate truth.

However, it's clear that the higher-ups, led by Adniwa, have a good impression of Ron.

Last year's bombing not only made him a hero in Mumbai, but also gave him exposure among influential Hindus across the country.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, the atmosphere became more relaxed.

Adniwa started to get down to business, and Modi sat to the side taking notes.

"Suer Electric is a true national brand, and everyone can afford your TVs."

"This is our belief. The goal of Suer Electric is to provide Indians with reliable and affordable domestic products. I love this country," Ron said shamelessly.

Of course, one must talk about patriotism when facing the right-leaning BJP.

The famous National Volunteer Corps sings the national anthem every day. Do you expect them to know anything about technology, industry, trade, or trade, industry, and technology?
"I've read the reports about the Sur industrial park in Mumbai; you've done a great job. Not only have you created jobs for tens of thousands of people, but you've also opened up the Indian television market. How's production there now?"

"It's around 80,000 units per month, and it might increase to 100,000 units by the end of the year."

“Not enough, far from enough.” Adniwa waved his hand with an air of importance. “India has a billion people, and your production needs to be increased at least tenfold.”

“That’s exactly why I came to Gujarat,” Ron said, looking at the Great Sage. “Mr. Mordi convinced me.”

“Narendra is doing a good job; he is an honest and capable man,” Adniwa nodded.

“Gujarat is more suitable for industrial development than Mumbai,” Modi said with a smile. “It has a good business environment, more than 60 percent of the population is educated, and there is abundant human resources.”

“That sounds good, but what kind of help can Suer Electric get?” Ron looked at them.

The BJP isn't in power yet, so if they want Ron to endorse them, they'll have to show some sincerity.

Adniwa turned and asked a few questions in a low voice, to which Modi replied. The two whispered among themselves for a while, then looked up again.

"Whether it's Ahmedabad or Baroda, the location is up to you. Suer Electric will only need to pay a very low rental price, and the factory will have permanent use of the land in one day. The prerequisite is to create a larger Suer Industrial Park that can provide more than 30,000 jobs."

“These two cities are very nice, with well-developed industrial facilities, but I would like to locate Suer Electric in a port city,” Ron replied.

“Gujarat has a 1,600-kilometer-long coastline and numerous port cities, that’s no problem,” Adniwa immediately agreed.

“I need to conduct an on-site investigation; this concerns the future of Suer Electric.” Ron did not make a decision lightly.

"Narendra will be with you these next few days. I hope you have a good experience."

Wow, the immortal is personally accompanying you, that's quite a treat.

Ron got up to thank them and prepare to leave, but was stopped by the staff.

Just as he was wondering if there was anything else that hadn't been discussed, two photography officers came in with cameras and started snapping photos of the group.

Ron and Da Xian also took a few pictures, mostly of them shaking hands, smiling, and chatting happily.

The master always stands meticulously and takes every requirement of photography seriously.

In just half a day, Ron knew that he was a Puritanical conservative.

This was further confirmed during the following days of investigation.

He talked to Ron about Babri Qingzheng Temple and pastoral policies, his words filled with distrust and suspicion towards the pastoralists.

Ron even saw in him a fantasy of violence, as if it were the only way to resolve conflict.

His style is very rigid, or rather, very inflexible.

No wonder Gujarat prospered under his leadership; with such a strict chief minister, his officials were probably all afraid of him.

Modi was the third eccentric Indian Ron had met, completely defying the stereotypical image of Indians.

The first is Aiger, a selfless policeman. The second is Karna, the "King of Demolition," who shows no mercy to anyone, including Thackeray and the Daoud gang.

The third is Modi, who is averse to women and abstinent, and whose style of doing things is very different from that of ordinary Indian officials.

During the few days he accompanied Ron, he never hinted at any bribery or kickback issues, yet his efficiency was remarkably high.

It's rare to find politicians like this in India.

Of course, whether he will need to take money from businessmen when he runs for election is another matter.

Right now, things look good; he's more capable than most Indian officials. Although Gujarat has a long coastline, it has very few port cities with relatively well-developed industrial facilities.

Surat is the most developed, but it excels in diamond processing. Its industrial added value is not very high, and people earn their money through hard work.

Baoganar, across Kempard Bay, is too small to achieve economies of scale.

Finally, the only place that caught my eye was Jamnager, formerly known as the Copper City, which had tens of thousands of copper workshops and several large industrial parks.

Located right next to the mouth of the Gulf of Kachi, with the Arabian Sea just beyond, this location offers excellent transportation access.

Why did Ron insist on choosing a port city instead of a major industrial metropolis like Ahmedabad?
Because the Persian Gulf countries are located across the sea, trade is very convenient.

Yes, Ron wants to start overseas trade.

Suer Electric's products can be sold to Arab countries.

India has maintained close trade relations with the Persian Gulf countries since ancient times, and many industrial and luxury goods have been exported to the other side.

Even Ron's travel agency sends Indian laborers to the other side of the Arabian Sea.

There are many wealthy dog ​​owners there who can definitely afford household appliances like televisions.

Unfortunately, the local area is short of production materials, and everything except oil has to be imported.

Suer appliances aren't exactly high-end and can't compare to international brands, but they're more popular among ordinary people.

Taking advantage of our current cost-effectiveness, if we don't export now, when will we?

In other words, Mumbai's production capacity is severely insufficient, and it cannot even meet domestic demand. Otherwise, Ron would have already sailed his ship to the other side of the Arabian Sea.

In addition to supplying the West Indies, one of the purposes of this factory construction in Gujarat is also export.

Jamnagar isn't exactly a developed area, but it's large enough to accommodate the Sur Park's development.

Ron and Mordy stood on the coastline, gazing into the distance and observing the shipping situation.

“What place is that?” he asked, pointing to the opposite side of Kachi Bay.

It was too far away; all I could see were hazy shadows.

"Mondra, a privately owned port under development."

"A private port?" Ron seemed vaguely familiar with it.

“Yes, the Congress Party loosened the restrictions, and now India allows private ports to exist. Adani Trading Company bought it.”

"When did this happen?"

"The port hasn't even started construction this year; it's expected to begin next year."

"So how much did he spend to buy the port of Mondra?" Ron asked curiously.

Mo Di glanced at him, but still answered, "Twenty million US dollars."

This was a deal made by the Congress Party, and Modi has no qualms about revealing it to outsiders.

"We're too late," Ron sighed.

Twenty million US dollars? That's a steal! It's a port, a sure-fire way to make money.

Ron could scrape together 600 million rupees if he squeezed a little. But Gujarat was too far away; he didn't have any useful connections there.

“The port of Mondra is now just a thicket of bushes, and apart from an abandoned limestone mine, there’s nothing worth mentioning in the county,” Mo Di reassured him.

"What did you say?" Ron, who was already somewhat disappointed, suddenly shuddered.

“Uh, I meant Mondra.”

“You mean there’s a limestone mine there?” Ron interrupted him.

“Yes.” Mo Di was a little puzzled as to why he cared about these things.

Suer Electric and mining have absolutely nothing to do with each other; they are completely different things.

“I have to go there and take a look,” Ron decided immediately.

"Now?" Mo Di asked, somewhat uninterested.

Although Jamnager and Mondra are only separated by Kachi Bay, it takes nearly 200 kilometers to drive there.

Finally, to save time, they directly found a steamboat and traveled by sea.

In less than an hour, Ron and Mordy arrived at a small fisherman's dock in Mondra.

Just as the fortune teller said, this place doesn't look like a port at all now.

The rumbling construction machinery is leveling the bushes. Workers are leveling the land; everything is in need of rebuilding.

This bustling scene reminded Ron of what the Uttar Pradesh cement plant looked like when it first started construction.

He and Modi did not go forward to inquire, but planned to detour to the limestone mines on the east side of the coastline.

However, before they could set off, a chubby middle-aged man, led by several assistants, walked briskly over.

“Mr. Modi, welcome to Mundra. Just tell me and I’ll send someone to pick you up.” He had a signature Indian mustache and a rather comical smile.

“Adani, we’re just passing through.” The sage turned and introduced, “This is Mr. Sur, who’s here in Gujarat for an inspection.”

“Hello, Mr. Adani.” Ron stepped forward with a smile.

(End of this chapter)