I am a master in India

Chapter 398 The Power of the Sun God
The 100-acre land plan may seem less than half the size of the Sur Park, but the cost is far more staggering.

Acquiring this commercial land alone could cost hundreds of millions of dollars, as the preferential policies for industrial land are no longer available.

Moreover, the old buildings on the old land need to be demolished, and some residents also need to pay compensation for demolition, so the cost of acquiring land naturally rises sharply.

After acquiring the land, they still need to build office buildings, apartments, and a five-star hotel; it won't be less than $2 million.

The total budget for the entire science park is around $3 million, almost the same as the budget for building a port.

However, Ron felt the investment was worthwhile, as having a landmark property in Mumbai, India's most advanced metropolis, is itself a calling card for Suer Properties.

To grow bigger and stronger, advertising is ultimately necessary.

Mumbai itself is quite prosperous, and the consumption level of its white-collar workers is actually not low.

Commercial districts will definitely be the places where they compete to outdo each other in terms of consumption, and the apartments, shops and department stores there will never have to worry about business.

He had a premonition that after the turn of the millennium, a real estate boom would definitely occur in major Indian cities.

This is a social dividend that will inevitably come after ten years of policy liberalization and economic development.

Of course, this was accompanied by a simultaneous rise in prices and wages, with the main driving force behind it being currency devaluation.

The effects of the Asian financial crisis are already evident; aside from inflation, wages in Mumbai have generally increased to some extent.

Most people's monthly income really did reach 3,000 yuan.

Suer Electric is internally discussing whether to raise prices for small household appliances in order to cope with the increasing cost of raw materials.

With the rupee continuing to depreciate, price increases for consumer electronics are almost inevitable.

On the way back to the villa, Ron looked out the window, quietly contemplating his future investment plans.

However, he soon noticed something: the street names he used to know had all changed.

Since 95, the entire city has been caught in a massive wave of name changes.

Each month, the municipal corporation receives more than fifty applications to rename roads.

Civil servants spend 90% of their work time changing street names to the names of relatives of powerful and influential people in the area, and receive hefty rewards for it.

It's truly insane that the wealthy commemorate their ancestors through bribery.

There was even a time when someone asked Ron if he wanted the road near his villa renamed Suer Road.

He refused, which sounded rather awkward.

However, other wealthy people think differently; they are very enthusiastic about it.

However, the number of roads that can be renamed in this city is ultimately limited, but there are still many people waiting to name roads after their fathers, bosses, or old customers.

It doesn't matter if the city has no street names to change. Politicians are happy to find that every two roads form an intersection, which is mostly auspicious sites for building temples or opening Persian restaurants. Such intersections can naturally be named.

As a result, it has become virtually impossible to find a place in Mumbai using a map or street name as a guide.

This city exhibits yet another form of personality split, manifested in its two sets of street names.

One set exists in people's memories, the other is printed on postcards. One set is from Mumbai, the official one; the other is from the public.

The city's actual street names, like those in the Vedas, are passed down orally.

Many neighborhoods in Mumbai are named after some of the most iconic trees in the area; for example, Kolombar Hill is named after the kambaal tree.

The area of ​​Babunas was named after the black locust trees, also known as babu. The Bandi market was named after the Bandi trees, also known as umbrella trees.

Because of the tamarind trees planted there, there is the Tamarind Path. Because of the Taddi trees growing under the Iroco trees, which mean sugar palms, there is the Taddiu.

Because of the banyan trees planted there, the area later became known as Worry. And the original Stink Bug village became the Chinch Berkeley district, which has the same pronunciation.

The tree from back then is gone, but the road named after it remains. When you recall it now with joy, it inevitably evokes a touch of melancholy and a wisp of nostalgia.

The trend of renaming seems to have spread throughout India, with even Madras in Tamil Nadu being renamed Chennai.

There were even BJP MPs who nominated changing India to Bharat.

They did this in order to erase the traces of colonialism throughout India and to de-pastoralize India.

The phenomenon of "Bharat wins" is already beginning to emerge. The "spiritual victory" or "self-deception" approach, incited by the BJP, is influencing Mumbai.

This country will become increasingly bizarre, a feast for the elite and the wealthy.

Back at the villa, Nia was waiting in the foyer, her belly bulging.

This silly girl was pregnant for a long time but didn't know it until her belly started to show, at which point she realized she needed to go to the hospital.

Anil initially intended to go over and say a few words of concern, but instead gave the time to Ron first.

"Baba~" she giggled.

"What did the doctor say?" Ron asked, leading her into the hall.

"The baby is four months old and very healthy."

"Leave everything else to the servants, and you can get some rest."

"What about the travel agencies and tourism companies?" she asked, her face showing some concern.

Nia was supposed to be Ron's personal maid, but now she's more like his secretary.

Nia handles all the accounts for the travel information companies located in several major cities, as well as the travel agencies in the Persian Gulf countries.

The hundreds of millions of rupees in profits earned each year were also used for Ron's daily expenses.

She was like a housekeeper, managing everything perfectly, from the villa in Mumbai to Ron's personal life.

She studied with Ron when she was a child, learning all sorts of things together, including music and dance.

She's just as good as many city girls, and maybe even has a broader perspective, considering she's handling big deals worth hundreds of millions of rupees.

“I will form a hotel, tourism and real estate group to develop a technology park in Mumbai, which will include hotels, office buildings and luxury apartments, and be managed by professional managers.”

"Baba, do you think Nia didn't do a good enough job?" she asked, sounding a little sullen.

“Of course not,” Ron smiled and kissed her forehead. “You’re going to be a mother soon, so your first priority right now is to take good care of the baby.”

"Okay!" She nodded energetically, her smile returning.

“Anil, immediately arrange a private medical team for Nia. Don’t let her sneak off to the fortress office,” Ron instructed, turning his head. “Yes, Master.” The cool-looking man grinned, a warm smile spreading across his face.

"I get really bored when I have nothing to do," she said, expressing her slight dissatisfaction.

"You can check the accounts at home, but no more than two hours a day."

"Okay!" she nodded obediently.

“I also have a villa south of Colaba, you know, right across the bay. That’s the house I’m leaving for you; you can move there in a while.”

"Where do you live, Baba?" She looked up.

"I'm fine anywhere, I can't say for sure. But as long as I have the time, I'll definitely go once or twice a week."

“I’ll listen to Baba,” Nia said sensibly without refusing.

The villa in Malabar is Ron's main residence; either Isa or Kavia will be staying there in the future.

As a servant in the family and pregnant, Nia is no longer fit to live here.

Ron arranged for her to stay alone in a villa, which was a way of indirectly acknowledging her status. Any other woman would have been overjoyed.

But Nia was too dependent on him, and even as a servant, she was unwilling to leave.

However, she wasn't stupid; she knew it was for the child's good, so she obediently accepted it.

Yes, the Sun God is indeed different.

He hadn't had a chance to see another pregnant woman, Lazhu, who was even more pregnant than Nia.

He had received a call while he was in New Delhi, but he was too busy to return to Mumbai.

Laju was overjoyed to learn that she was pregnant.

She was the oldest of the women, almost twenty-eight years old.

In India, a woman her age who doesn't have children would be suspected of having a mental illness.

Some even more malicious people would think she was doing something shady.

Ron always doted on his woman, and Laju owned a detached house.

It is located in the Kimble district, not far from the east side of the Sur district.

Ron knocked on the door, but instead of Raju, Ashish greeted him.

"Brother-in-law!" he exclaimed in surprise.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Ron slapped him on the back of the head.

To his surprise, Ashish was not angry at all; on the contrary, he was even happier and took it as a close interaction between family members.

"Brother-in-law, my sister is due to give birth in a little over four months, and you haven't come to see her yet."

"Can't you see how busy you are? You have to go back to New Delhi in two weeks."

"Oh, we're leaving again?"

"Well, Isa's due date is approaching."

“Oh.” Ashish remained silent.

"Don't worry, I'll come back to be with Lazhu then."

"Brother-in-law, you are a good father."

"Do you need to tell me?" Ron kicked him away in disgust.

Lazhu, heavily pregnant, was already approaching, walking quickly.

She was probably the healthiest of all the women, and the one Ron was least worried about.

Lazhu has been practicing yoga all along, just to satisfy some perverted and twisted idea.

"Take it easy. Don't you care about the baby in your belly at all?"

“My mother gave birth to me in the morning and went to work in the afternoon,” she retorted softly.

"Times have changed, there's no need to force yourself to suffer. I've already arranged for regular check-ups at high-end clinics in Mumbai."

“Hmm.” Laju didn’t object to this.

“I will also help you find a servant. From now on, don’t think of yourself as an ordinary person.”

"Huh?" Lazhu asked, puzzled.

"Because you are Ron Sue's woman."

Laju didn't say anything, but Ashish listened with great interest.

"By the way, has it been checked?" he asked.

"what?"

"High-end clinics in Mumbai have state-of-the-art equipment, that's possible."

"Whether it's a boy or a girl, I want to give birth to it." Laju looked at him warily.

"Of course I have no objection, why are you so nervous?" Ron felt wronged.

"Really? Then you still want me to get checked?"

"A checkup doesn't mean anything; Western hospitals offer this service. Would I neglect my child?"

“Indian men don’t dislike boys; most of them hate girls,” Laju said, looking at him pitifully.

Ron wanted to say that he wasn't an Indian man, but then he thought better of it and shut up; it wasn't convincing.

"Okay, whatever you want."

This silly woman became less intelligent after she got pregnant.

After having lunch with them there, Ron and Ashish left for Suer Electric Appliances to prepare for a meeting.

(End of this chapter)