I am a master in India

Chapter 379 Served on the Table
Ron and Isha are both high-caste Hindus, and according to tradition, their wedding should be held in a temple.

However, considering their respective identities, they decided to combine the ancient and the modern, taking both into account.

The guests were received at several five-star hotels in New Delhi that had been booked out, with a total of tens of thousands of people registered.

The food offered is not limited to Indian cuisine; to be precise, it includes nine different international cuisines: Thai, Moroccan, Chinese, Japanese, and French.
Guests can choose whatever they like to eat, and there are also various luxury gifts to be given as souvenirs.

In the lobby of each hotel, there is a huge screen that plays a loop of videos of Ron and Isa taking their wedding photos, while Bollywood stars perform on the lawn just a few steps away.

Some of the background animations are computer-generated, and the effects are quite impressive. There's a shimmering golden sun and a white horse bouncing around adorned with flowers.

The actual venue for the wedding, or rather, where it began, was India Gate, the central roundabout in New Delhi.

As a symbol of India's independence, the open space is not only historically significant, but can also accommodate tens of thousands of people for gatherings.

The stage Chopra was in charge of setting up was here, and Bollywood singers were already performing on stage.

Several long rows of tables were set up on the lawn, each laden with countless drinks and food.

People sang and danced to the music, celebrating with great joy.

Of course, ordinary people can't get in; the area around the square is cordoned off. Hundreds of police officers in jeeps are maintaining order.

Suddenly, a heavily armed special forces team appeared on the street. They quickly searched the scene and, after confirming that there were no suspicious persons along the way, they gave a hand signal to the back.

A white horse appeared, wearing a magnificent mask and a jeweled saddle, and sitting on it was Ron, dressed as the groom.

Along with the white horse appeared a carriage, colorful flowers, and jingling gold and silver jewelry, making one wonder what the bride looked like inside the thin gauze curtains.

The music continued, the singing growing louder and more passionate, as people spontaneously gathered on both sides of India Gate to welcome the newlyweds.

Ron smiled and waved to the crowd, which erupted in cheers.

Before arriving here, they had already visited a Hindu temple.

To be honest, he knew nothing about traditional wedding etiquette, had no idea what to do, and no one taught him.

Fortunately, this was India, not logically rigorous Germany. Everything seemed chaotic, but the blessing ceremony still ended successfully.

The chaos is only on the surface; there is still some kind of underlying order.

The priest appeared on time, lotus petals were placed in the right positions, ghee to be poured on the sacred fire was ready, and the sacred rope that would tie them together was also ready.

Ron and Isa sat cross-legged in the flower-filled room, like two still dots in a colorful kaleidoscope.

At first, apart from Ron, the fake Indian, who doubted whether the family had really arranged the ancient blessing ceremony, no one was worried.

Some have described India as "functional anarchism."

The wedding itself serves as the best illustration of this assessment; despite initial signs that seemed ominous, things ultimately turned out in a favorable direction.

They successfully completed the traditional wedding ceremony segment, and now it was time for the modern wedding.

India Gate faces the Grand Palace directly; they are in a straight line and connected by a road.

This road was originally called King's Road, but was later renamed Responsibility Road. It is 2 kilometers long and runs east-west.

The main hall is to the west, and India Gate is to the east.

India's National Day parade, or other national celebrations, are held on this Avenue of Responsibility.

It is the pride of Indians and a symbol of the nation.

This is also the route of Ron's wedding procession, and they will continue westward all the way to the Grand Barrel.

Yes, Ron's modern marriage took place in the Mughal Gardens inside the General's Palace.

He rode a white horse, leading Isa's float westward, passing the Parliament Building, the National Museum, the National Arts Centre, and the Gandhi bronze statues.
It was an honor for him to hold his wedding in the highest authority of the country.

The Persian-style Mughal garden is a feast for the eyes, with a central fountain and two flower beds that exude elegance and tranquility.

The crowd waiting there began to applaud, led by General Gujral and General Vilayanan.

Sigh, the main bucket is never mentioned; it's just for show.

Gujral, the general manager, doesn't really have much of a presence; he's only just taken office.

We originally invited Gao Da, but he resigned last month.

On the contrary, the BJP representative Vajpayee and the Congress representative Kesri behind them are more influential.

Of course, on this joyous occasion, we won't discuss politics.

Amidst the blessings of the crowd, Ron reached out and helped Isa down from the carriage.

As soon as she appeared, she attracted the attention of everyone present.

Without a doubt, this was the most glorious moment of her life.

The morning sun was shining brightly, making her look vibrant and radiant.

She was radiant; countless diamonds on her wedding dress were sparkling.

The dazzling light made her skin appear crystal clear.

The applause grew louder and louder, and a happy smile spread across Isa's face.

At the wedding in the Grand Duke's Palace, Grand Duke Gujral personally delivered a speech, and Grand Duke Vilayanan personally conducted the blessing ceremony for them.

The scale of the wedding was so high that it could be described as a "state banquet-level" wedding.

It was noon when the entire ceremony was over.

The banquet was also held in the Durbar Hall of the Prime Minister's Palace, which can accommodate 500 people. The domed murals and crystal chandeliers are quite captivating.

Those who are allowed to enter this place are either rich or powerful, and most of them are officials in Delhi.

Most of the chief ministers from the more than twenty states were present.

Mayawati from Uttar Pradesh was also among them. She looked anxious and tried several times to talk to Ron, but was interrupted by others.

There are plenty of high-ranking officials in New Delhi; her influence here is only average.

The two top leaders chatted with Ron for quite some time, and they were in very good spirits. They spoke highly of him, praising his youth and achievements and his outstanding contributions to India's consumer electronics industry.

Regardless of their actual power, the moment a reporter takes a picture and puts it in the newspaper, that's all it takes to establish their status.

India is a parliamentary system, and no politician would underestimate a prominent entrepreneur like Ron.

Suer Electric Appliances now dominates the consumer electronics market, with products covering almost all common household appliances.

What's most remarkable is that they are not only large in scale, but also have an excellent reputation.

I don't know why, but Suer Electric's product quality is better than that of its competitors.

While it may not be as technologically advanced as imported goods, it outperforms all brands in terms of high quality and low price.

With these advantages, Suer Electric quickly captured nearly half of the Indian home appliance market.

This market share is terrifying, and it's showing an increasingly stable trend.

The pride of Chinese-made products is not just a slogan.

General Gujral has already invited Ron to join the delegation on a trip abroad.

That's what you call class!

Only representative Indian companies can accompany the cabinet on overseas trips.

But not everyone has this qualification.

New Delhi is willing to engage with Ron, and today's wedding is a good opportunity.

There is almost no need for background checks; it's all just a formality.

Because Ron's reputation was so good, with no scandals whatsoever, he was hardly like an Indian businessman.

In this bizarre country, which person who has become successful and powerful doesn't have a few cases on their hands or be embroiled in lawsuits?
Even at their worst, they're never short of scandals; the least serious charge is fraud.

He didn't, and his reputation in the industry was exceptionally good.

Well-known companies and individuals have positive images and good reputations, so there's no reason not to include them in our activities.

Especially after the marriage alliance with the Verma family, high-ranking officials in New Delhi extended olive branches to Ron.

They accepted him and regarded him as one of the same kind of people as the Tata, Bora, and Esa families in the past.

Of course, he's only just starting out now. After another ten or eight years of honing his skills, everything will fall into place naturally.

Besides the top leaders, all major political parties are also intensifying their efforts to win over Ron.

The BJP, in particular, already had a deep friendship with Ron.

Throughout the banquet, Vajpayee wished he could hold Ron's hand and chat until nightfall.

Ron had only hinted at his interest in the port when he immediately said that he could choose any part of Gujarat's west coast.

Along a coastline of thousands of kilometers, there are always places suitable for building ports.

That's more like it. Taking advantage of the fact that Indian officials haven't realized the value of state-owned resources, the best strategy is to aggressively acquire land.

Ron's goal is to own more than five ports in India, a semi-maritime country.

Both the east and west coasts need to be covered so that future shipping companies will have enough resupply locations.

But that's a story for later. Ron's goal this year is to complete the formation of the Suer Technology Group.

He will begin integrating the port and energy industries next year, and his investments over the past few years will likely bear fruit around that time.

After Vajpayee left, the shaman came again to congratulate him on his marriage.

"How's it going in New Delhi?" Ron asked with a smile.

"Not bad, I've made connections with several newspapers and television stations." The sage smiled.

"Do you have any thoughts on the next election?"

"What?" The immortal was stunned.

“What’s so strange about that? Gujarat is your hometown, you must have thought about how to govern it countless times.”

"This...this..." the immortal stammered.

He was ambitious, but he kept it deep inside and never revealed it to outsiders.

Ron's bluntness caught him completely off guard.

"Don't panic. You know me. I suggested you appear in the media more often a long time ago. If needed, Sun TV can arrange it anytime."

Ron winked at him, and the great immortal's heart skipped a beat.

He was well aware of SunTV's enormous influence; it carried considerable weight not only in New Delhi but also in Gujarat.

With such a powerful propaganda tool at our disposal, how could we not achieve great things?
Oh dear, the Immortal's ambition is visibly growing.

However, before he could have a detailed conversation with Ron, Mayawati, who couldn't wait any longer, interrupted.

“Mr. Suer, we need to talk.”

"What is it?" Ron frowned.

He glanced at the fortune teller, who nodded and left first.

“The situation in Uttar Pradesh is very critical. Several parties, in alliance with the opposition, have been disrupting the government’s decisions. You must go back and uphold justice.” She was very anxious.

"But I don't have time right now."

"Why?" She was stunned.

"Because of the wedding, I'm going to Mumbai the day after tomorrow to host a reception, and there's also one in Goa."

Ron said he was very busy and that they would talk about it after his wedding.

(End of this chapter)