I am a master in India

Chapter 377 Grouping

"This guy's gotten cocky," Ron chuckled.

"Japanese goods are selling well, haven't you seen Maruti Suzukis everywhere?"

"Indians are too Western-worshipping and have no patriotism at all," he sighed.

Luca was thoroughly entertained on the other end of the phone; the white-skinned foreign dancers at Sapphire were the most popular.

"By the way, Ron, should we teach him a lesson?"

"Forget it, there's no need. That guy was just talking big, but we can let Mona Lisa teach him a lesson."

“No problem, the Sapphire Girl is best at this.”

Having received instructions, Mona Lisa immediately began her fishing plan.

She used the same old tricks, first getting Xiaotian to throw away a lot of money before finally agreeing.

This time, when Xiaotian asked her out for coffee, she finally didn't refuse.

After all, Xiao Tian had spent lavishly on her the night before, with large sums of money flying from his hands and raining down like wind and rain as she twirled and danced, particularly eye-catching under the bar's spotlights.

So they met at the Hillapanna shopping mall on Saturday, and she showed genuine joy at his presence.

They strolled along the department store counters, just like an ordinary couple from the Malabar Mountains or the Chongshan region.

She was radiant, and he noticed the admiring and envious looks other men gave her.

They passed an electronics store, and she suddenly exclaimed, turning to him, "Look at that juicer! Isn't it wonderful! The doctor said Mom needs to drink a glass of freshly squeezed juice every morning!"

If not now, when? He walked into the store and, without even asking the price, told the clerk to "wrap up that juicer."

They continued shopping. "That shirt is really unique," she said. "It would look great on my brother."

As a reward for buying her the shirt, she would take his hand and walk into the lingerie store next door, where the sales clerk would show them the sexiest lingerie.

She would pretend to scrutinize him, holding up her bra and thong to compare them, and asking him to examine the fabric of the underwear closely, all while feigning shyness and giggling.

Having seen this kind of performance many times, the shop assistant dutifully played along: taking out the most expensive lingerie in the store and deliberately addressing him as "Big Boss" or "Sir" in a flattering and respectful tone.

The clerk enthusiastically offered to pour them each a Coke so she could "take her time choosing" before the Coke arrived. As soon as he started to leave, the clerk would immediately call out, "Oh, sir, your cold drink is coming right away!"

The shrewd shop assistant knew perfectly well that he wouldn't be so polite as to ask the price of any item, so he quoted a random price.

What does it matter? Anyway, the girl will come back to the store the next day with a huge pile of underwear, and after some heated bargaining, she will split the refund with the clerk.

But at this moment, he didn't need to know any of that; his mind was filled with the image of her in her underwear: a red lace bra and see-through panties.
Tonight, he wants to see her wearing these lingerie, and then he wants to see her completely naked.

Xiao Tian spent at least several hundred thousand rupees on shopping that afternoon, and he was eagerly anticipating the evening.

For this reason, Oda had even booked an executive suite at the five-star Oberoi Hotel, selecting the most expensive services available.

However, Mona Lisa certainly wouldn't let him succeed so easily.

She has enough imagination and a touch of poetry; she will use the trick that the Sapphire Dancer has been keeping secret.

“You probably haven’t had the juice served at Ali Qingzheng Temple at one o’clock in the afternoon,” Mona Lisa said.

The Ali Mosque is the burial site of a Sufi saint. The island where his coffin is located is connected to the mainland by a long causeway, which is usually crowded with tourists, Hindus and herders who come here to seek the blessings of their ancestors.

The causeway is submerged by seawater at high tide, and the high tides during the rainy season each year sweep away a considerable number of devout men and women.

Taxi drivers are always on edge when passing mosques, constantly praying for divine protection.

At night, various juice stalls are set up along the causeway.

In Mumbai, parents who take their children out to eat invariably visit the Ali Qingzheng Temple after dinner. While people are sitting in their cars, vendors selling fresh juice will hand them fresh juice to the window.

The sea breeze blows from the west, bringing a refreshing coolness. Cold drinks with masala spices are said to be good for health and also invigorate the drinker.

Many people are unaware that opium traffickers use juice stalls as cover to smuggle entire ships of opium into the country.

However, for tourists, Ali Qingzheng Temple is a beautiful place where they can enjoy refreshing drinks.

At 1 p.m. the next day, Oda waited for Mona Lisa in a taxi next to the temple.

He anxiously scanned everyone walking towards him and every car that pulled over.

She was late, and he thought she was playing a trick on him, becoming irritable and angry, but she appeared at the last minute and took his breath away.

She got into the taxi he was in, her smooth, delicate thighs exposed outside her miniskirt.

He smelled her perfume; she was wearing a sleeveless top and was breathtakingly beautiful.

She didn't smile at him, nor did she look him in the eye. She looked around the sidewalk, searching for something, until she saw the bird seller carrying a birdcage.

She gave the taxi driver fifty rupees so he could get out, walk around, and have a glass of juice.

She beckoned to the bird seller not far away, who came over. Small songbirds fluttered their wings in the cage, their beaks bright and varied in color.

Mona Lisa asked Xiaotian to buy her a few birds, six for 60,000 rupees.

She told him it was a golden-winged bird, an extremely precious bird that symbolizes good fortune and happiness.

Mona Lisa's long, slender, white legs had long since robbed Xiaotian of his ability to think. He pulled out his money without hesitation, not even a moment's pause.

After getting her wish, Mona Lisa rolled up the car window, opened the birdcage, and the birds poured out of the nest, filling the small and dimly lit space inside the car with their energy and songs.

She then laughed happily and invited Xiaotian to join her clever game: they tried to catch the golden-winged birds, waving their arms wildly and barely managing to reach them.

Sometimes, without warning, they would bump into each other. This was a first for Xiaotian; let's not forget, until this moment he had never actually touched her.

A bird might have landed on her shoulder, and he quickly reached out to catch it, but he was a beat too late, and his hand ended up on her shoulder.

If a bird flies past her chest, then according to the rules of the game, Xiaotian must also try her best to catch it.

His movements were never as fast as the birds'; his hand reached forward, but what he grasped was something else entirely.

The small Maruti Suzuki carriage was filled with the sounds of birdsong, Oda's hearty laughter, and the occasional coquettish complaints of women.

Finally, after centuries of patient waiting, Mona Lisa and her ardent suitor, Oda, embraced tenderly in the back seat of a car.

The birds frantically flapped their wings all around, but the birds paid no heed.

Half an hour later, when the taxi door opened, the dead birds were thrown to the side of the road.

If any survivors remain, they will be eager to fly west and cross the dark sea once they regain their freedom.

However, once the taxi arrives at the hotel, Mona Lisa will suddenly cause trouble again.

She would clutch her lower abdomen and say she wasn't feeling well that day, and then a suspicious red liquid would seep out from below her thighs.

Xiaotian felt only bad luck, but to maintain his composure, he could only magnanimously let her leave.

Back in his hotel room, he casually did some calculations and realized that he had spent over a million rupees in the past few days, yet still hadn't succeeded.

Two days later, when he was preparing to go to Sapphire to continue the game he hadn't finished last time, he learned that India Mobile had finalized its base station plan.

Xiaotian rushed off to find Ron, but couldn't find him.

"He went to New Delhi?"

"Yes, it's important."

"what's up?"

"marry."

"What? He didn't invite me?" Oda was furious.

"Mr. Su's wedding will also be held in Mumbai; New Delhi is just the first stop," the employee replied cheerfully.

"Then do you know what a base station solution is?"

"We're ready to develop it ourselves!" the employee said proudly.

"Self-developed?" Xiao Tian's body trembled.

"Yes, Suer Electric has a dedicated research institute. It was established two years ago and has hundreds of PhDs from the Indian Institutes of Technology and international students. There's nothing the Indians can't handle!"

"But...it can't be that fast, can it?"

"Sir, you don't understand India yet. We have the longest history in the world and are among the most intelligent people. Mr. Sur will surely lead India to lead the world!"

Xiao Tian looked up at the brand-new "Mobile India" sign above him, somewhat puzzled.

“We are already the most advanced conglomerate in India,” the employee said, pointing to the small print on the side, beaming with pride.

Yes, Suer Technology Group.

Ron is finally planning to consolidate his various companies this year.

First are Suer Electric and India Mobile, plus the newly established Goldwing Telecommunications Equipment Company.

Sull Electric focuses on consumer electronics, India Mobile specializes in telecom operator services, and Goldwing provides professional signal base stations.

Yes, this is the shell company that's responsible for getting goods from Hua Zi.

To avoid any appearance of impropriety, the new company was not given any related terms such as "Sur" or "India Mobile".

It will operate independently in the market under the Golden Wing Bird brand, primarily promoting its signal base stations to various license holders.

Foreign brands of the same type are priced at at least $30 or more, while Indian domestic products are only $15. Isn't that a better deal?
Hua Zi's brand name doesn't work here, but if you change the logo to a local Indian brand, that's a different story.

These three companies will be combined into a new Suer Technology Group within six months, with adjustments to human resources and company management made simultaneously.

The other two companies are newly established and require coordination from the group to appropriately allocate resources to Suer Electric.

The Sull Institute also happens to cover the product areas of the three companies, which will be beneficial for their future strategic planning.

After the integration of Suer Technology Group is completed, it will be Suer Energy and Infrastructure Group's turn, and finally SunMedia Group.

This process may take more than a year, and in short, the formation of several major groups will be completed before the millennium.

While Oda was still confused and unsure how to report to headquarters, Ron had already returned to his loyal New Delhi.

(End of this chapter)