I am a master in India

Chapter 273 Secret
"Why did he go to fight in the Persian Gulf countries?" Ron asked, puzzled.

“Because that’s his hometown,” Johnny sighed.

"So, he's not a real Indian?" Ron's furrowed brows slowly relaxed.

“He came to India when he was a teenager and has stayed here ever since. He has lived in Mumbai for fifty years and is already an Indian.”

"Then why did he go back?"

"There's a war going on there, it's very chaotic."

"Yes, I know, but I haven't heard of any recent conflicts over there."

"It's tribal warfare, you know. For thousands of years, it's been either me killing you or you killing me on that land."

The root of the conflict in the Persian Gulf lies not only with squid, but also with the deep-seated hatred between the thousands of tribes within it.

There is no peace there at all; some hatred has even been passed down as a tribal tradition.

"Is he going back now because his tribe is in trouble?" Ron guessed.

"Yes, we tried to persuade him, but it was no use."

"Actually, I'm more curious about how he, as an outsider, got to where he is today?"

Perhaps he needed Ron's help, or perhaps he wanted someone to confide in, Johnny simply recounted the whole story of Had Khan.

According to his explanation, Hadhan came from a well-off family when he was young. He was the son of a tribal chief and had people specifically teach him English and Urdu.

His youthful arrogance led to an accident that caused him to become enemies with another tribe.

The two sides fought each other to the death, and as the hatred proved insurmountable, more and more people died.

Hadhan could only have his relatives spread rumors that he had been killed, and then he left his homeland and came to India alone.

After that, the blood feud was resolved, and the two tribes stopped seeking revenge against each other, but Hadhan could never go back.

Like millions of others, he eventually stayed in Mumbai, hoping to make a fortune in the city that produced Hindi film icons.

He initially lived in a slum, the same slum where Taji Ali lived, the same slum where Anand used to live.

He quickly learned Hindi, and after a while, he noticed a way to make money.

That is to buy tickets for popular movies at the theater, then hang up a "sold out" sign at the theater entrance, and then sell them at a higher price.

This is an extremely bold scalping tactic: creating a market where none exists, reflecting the rugged and untamed spirit of the Persian Gulf.

Ron's money-making methods were as docile as a sheep compared to Had Khan's.

His soul ultimately came from a civilized society, while Hadhan grew up in blood and fire.

So one became a businessman, and the other became a gang leader.

Within the first week, Hadhan made a lot of money. He even began to dream of moving to a comfortable apartment, wearing high-end clothes, and even buying a car.

One evening, as he stood at the theater entrance with his ticket, two burly men approached him. They brandished their weapons and demanded that he come with them.

The two men took him to see the local boss, who was furious and wanted to have him beaten to death.

"What are you doing? Selling tickets on my turf?" the gang leader asked in Hindi mixed with broken English, as if he were a judge in court. "Do you know how many people have died and how many good men I've lost trying to control the black market tickets for all the theaters in this area?"

Hadhan was only a teenager at the time, and thinking he wouldn't live much longer, he took a gamble.

“Then you might have to kill one more, because I have no other way to make money, no family, and nothing to lose. Of course, unless you give me a decent job, a job where a loyal and resourceful young man can serve you.”

The leader burst into laughter and asked him where he learned English. Hadhan told him the truth, and the other party gave him a job.

Hadhan joined the gang as a thug, using his fists, knives, and hammers to help the boss consolidate his territory.

At that time, the Mumbai underworld was fragmented, and Daoud hadn't even been born yet. Local bosses fought each other, and the underworld was a scene of bloodshed.

Hadhan was constantly fighting and killing, and he became the boss's right-hand man, which made some people jealous of him.

The two fought, and Khad Khan won. The man's friend then came to cause trouble for him, but was also killed by Khad Khan.

One day, the gang leader was assassinated at the entrance of the theater, leaving the entire gang leaderless.

Khad Khan rightfully took the chair, since all those who opposed him had been killed in front of him.

He is cultured, intelligent, and resourceful; his problem-solving methods don't always involve violence.

In just a few years, he acquired a large territory. His business grew bigger and bigger, no longer limited to the black market for movie tickets.

When he had enough power, he summoned all the gang leaders in Mumbai and divided up their territories.

Things were going smoothly at first, and Mumbai's underworld was peaceful for a while. Had Khan liked to use economic means to control the gangs.

As a result, the Daoud gang rose to power. He was unscrupulous and liked to use violence, and the entire Malpudan slum in the north was under his control.

Ultimately, the Daoud Gang ruled North Mumbai, while the Had Khan Gang ruled South Mumbai. Occasional clashes occurred between the two sides, but most were kept within a certain range.

The last time Ron was targeted by the Daoud gang, who were planning to send assassins to kidnap him, it happened in the north-central region.

The further north you go, the poorer you become, and the more likely violence will breed there is.

“Actually, I’m more curious about how you know so much about Had Khan. It’s practically a gang secret.” Ron still had the leisure to gossip.

“Because I consider him my father, he adopted me.” A look of filial piety flashed in Johnny’s eyes.

Ron nodded; now many things made sense.

First, there's the issue of generic drugs. Hadhan's eagerness to find people to test the drugs was probably because he wanted to send these drugs across the Arabian Sea.

He wasn't sure if the drugs from the small pharmaceutical company were safe, so he could only give them to the Brazilians first.

He needed a large quantity of medicine, and it might be for long-term supply, so he didn't look for those big manufacturers, but could only choose relatively cheaper small pharmaceutical companies.

Aiger couldn't find out where the drugs were sent; it seemed they could only have gone to the Persian Gulf countries. Furthermore, Ron knew he maintained close contact with customs; it would be strange if there wasn't a connection.

"Regarding the Anand incident, you mentioned that Khad Khan received a very important person at Lady Elizabeth's palace, also for the sake of his tribe?"

“They need weapons there, not the homemade pistols used by gangsters, but real weapons for actual combat, which ordinary people can’t get their hands on.”

“I understand,” Ron nodded.

If I'm not mistaken, Hadhan had been planning this for a long time.

“So, Ron,” Johnny began.

What do you want me to help you with?

“Try to persuade him, but he won’t listen to anyone’s advice. He’s over sixty years old, there’s absolutely no need for him to be like this. Only you, Ron, he feels guilty towards you, he admires you.”

“He won’t listen to me,” Ron shook his head, “because he’s Had Khan.”

"Then what should we do?" Johnny sighed.

"That's his obsession. He has so many men willing to risk their lives for him, but he still insists on it. You can't persuade him otherwise."

“Thank you, Ron.” Johnny turned away, disappointed.

"So you're going too?" Ron asked.

“I consider him my father,” Johnny smiled, his eyes calm.

"Good luck," Ron sighed.

Is the graveyard of empires really that easy to conquer? That's a real war, not a gang shootout with cannons.

If Hadhan leaves, a power vacuum will be created in the underground in South Mumbai, which will inevitably lead to another bloody upheaval.

This city is already chaotic enough, but it seems it's far from over.

Ron doesn't care about those things anymore; he's more concerned about tariffs, factories, and business.

He and Hadhan are ultimately from two different worlds, and their paths will only cross less and less in the future.

He deliberately distanced himself from them, and Ron tried his best to stay away from all shady dealings with the gang.

He might give up the drug trade someday. He already has a reliable channel for exchanging US dollars, which is legitimate and extremely safe.

People are always like this; once they step into the spotlight and become role models in the eyes of the media and the public, they will unconsciously try to whitewash themselves.

It's best to erase the traces left from the rough and untamed past as soon as possible.

Doing nothing is fine, because this is Mumbai, a city of class.

The people will only admire your cunning and diverse methods; they will praise your brilliance and sing your praises.

This is India, where the weak are relegated to the bottom rungs of society.

Johnny's situation didn't give Ron much thought. He returned to Suer Electric and immediately made a decision to start preparing for the production lines of juicers and rice cookers.

Neither of these small appliances is technologically advanced. Juicers rely on blades, and the main challenge lies in material processing.

The core technology of a rice cooker is the heating coil, which requires high-purity copper wire and high winding precision to ensure uniform heating and low power consumption.

To be honest, India can't even handle something as small as this.

It's not that it can't be made, but the cost would be extremely high, or even if it were made, the quality would be very unreliable.

After much deliberation, Ron decided to source the juicer blades and rice cooker heating coils from Dongda University.

As for compradors, they believe it's better to buy than to make; they'll use whichever is cheapest.

Suer Electric Appliances should continue with a low-price strategy, first capturing the market, and then focusing on research and development once it has accumulated enough experience.

These two small appliances are inexpensive, so they were carried out simultaneously, with Ashish still going to the East House to be the big dog owner.

Suer Electric has already invested tens of millions of dollars there, so getting juicers and rice cookers would be a piece of cake.

Since Dongda University had not joined the WTO and its foreign export trade was limited, Suer Electric simply took on this role for now.

Sigh, Ron is also feeling his way across the river by feeling his way across the river.

Who would have thought that Indian electrical appliances could be exported overseas? This is all thanks to the silent support from Dongda University.

So, in order to further expand his business, he planned to go to Tamil Nadu.

Chennai, or rather, Madras, is still called Chennai.

This is another manufacturing center selected by Suer Electric, and it is the third branch factory.

In addition to Gujarat and Tamil, a second branch factory will be built in Lucknow, Uttar Pradesh.

Ron didn't need to go there himself; everything had been taken care of back home, and the new factory had even started construction.

They also rented an idle warehouse in Gujarat, where an engineering team is renovating it, and new production line orders have been placed with Dongda.

Everything is just waiting for February, when the general election in Gujarat concludes.

When the BJP came to power, the Suer Electric Plant branch also started production.

Now, let's go to Tamil first.

Oh, by the way, Ron isn't alone; Kavia is with him.

She is from Tamil and is very energetic.

(End of this chapter)