I am a master in India

Chapter 4: Sharing the Loot in the Slums

Although Ron was prepared for the heat in India, he couldn't help but mutter, "It's too hot, too hot," as he walked out of the train station with his luggage.

"Baba, let me carry the bag." Nia, holding an ice cola in her hand, felt a little panicked and distressed.

As a servant, how can I let my master work while I just watch from behind?

Especially since she and Ron grew up almost together, the latter was loved like a young master since he was a child, and his master never asked him to do even the slightest housework.

If her father Abhi were still alive, he would definitely scold her severely when he saw this situation.

But the luggage was really heavy. She just tried to move it but couldn't.

When she got on the train, her brother helped her pack her luggage in advance.

"Niya, you don't have to feel guilty. Once we get to where we're staying, the hygiene and unwashed clothes will be yours."

"Okay!" Nia smiled happily.

She stuck out the tip of her pink tongue and carefully licked the ice cola in her hand.

It feels crispy and numb, so sweet.

"Also, you have to promise me one thing first." Before getting into the taxi, Ron put his hands on his hips and looked at her seriously.

"What?" Xiao Nia nervously put down the Coke in her hand.

"From now on, you can only call me 'Dad'!"

Looking at Ron's serious expression, Nia's green eyes were first a little surprised, and then quickly filled with the joy of being pampered.

"Baba~"

Tsk, Ron shuddered unconsciously.

This sweet sound is like drinking ice cola.

"Get in the car!" After stuffing the luggage, Ron waved his hand.

Having made some extra money today, he was generous enough to take a taxi home like other Brahmin masters.

Of course, the weak little Nia is also one of the reasons.

Ron was worried about taking her to squeeze into the bus, because who knows what would happen.

If black bus incidents can happen in the capital Delhi, don’t expect Mumbai to be any better.

Ron has never hesitated to speculate on the character of the third brother with the greatest malice.

It is about five kilometers from Victoria Railway Station to Grant Community.

Judging by the speed of a taxi, fifteen minutes would be enough.

But this is India, and there are not only pedestrians and tricycles on the streets, but also various animals.

The naughty monkey was wandering around in the middle of the road as if nothing had happened, and the leisurely old cow was so tired that it even lay down at the intersection to rest.

Suddenly, there were loud sounds of horns and quarrels outside, and the rickshaw drivers and taxi drivers got out of their cars and hurriedly pushed the old cow.

But the latter did not move at all, as if it knew that its status was superior and no one could do anything to it.

Ron, sweating profusely from the heat, said in distress, "Are we just going to wait like this?"

"The police will take care of it." The taxi driver in the front row said calmly.

Sure enough, after a while, a policeman with a long wooden stick came over, slapped the old cow a few times, and drove it to the open space next to it.

Finally they left. Ron wiped his sweat and looked at the driver dissatisfiedly, "Why don't you turn on the air conditioner?"

"There's none in the car." The driver spread his hands innocently.

"No." Ron was stunned, his eyes looking towards the center control position.

It was completely bare in there. Not to mention air conditioning, there wasn't even a CD drive or a storage box on the passenger seat.

Damn, this is amazing! This car is incredibly economical.

"Let's go quickly." Ron waved his hand weakly. He shouldn't have had any expectations of India.

Thirty minutes later, the two finally stumbled back to the apartment.

Because his palms were sweaty, the luggage kept sliding down in Ron's hands and he couldn't hold it back.

When he got there, he threw his things down and lay down on the rattan chair, not wanting to move at all.

Instead, Nia began to look around her new residence with full of energy.

This is a two-bedroom apartment. Although the room looks spacious, it is also noticeable how dilapidated and old it is.

The white walls had long since turned yellow, with cracks and peeling paint everywhere.

There was a large patch of mold and moisture in the corner of the room near the bathroom, and it was obvious that the landlord had never taken care of them.

The rest of the house looked very random: the carpet was red, the curtains were green, the tables and chairs were dark walnut, and the color matching of the whole room was a mess. But Nia was extremely satisfied. At least she didn't have to share a toilet with hundreds of people.

"The room inside is reserved for you." Ron pointed to the room next to the bathroom. "We're still short of a bed. I'll ask Anand to go to the flea market tomorrow to look."

"Baba, I can just sleep on the floor." Nia quickly refused. As a servant, how could she sleep in the same comfortable bed as the master?

"Listen to me on this matter, just do as I say."

"Oh~"

Ron didn't give her a chance to refuse, and didn't care whether this was an Indian custom or not.

In fact, that room was originally where old Abby lived. He spread a thick blanket on the floor and said that it was his bed. Everyone else did the same.

It doesn't matter if it's just a rough man, but Ron couldn't bear to let the fair and tender Nia sleep on the floor.

Just as he was about to continue explaining something, Nia had already walked to the wall where the shrine was and began to pray with her hands folded.

"Sorry, Nia."

"Baba, Uncle Sur and my father will pass away in the holy river. They will be happy in the next life."

Ron nodded, feeling a little apologetic. After all, little Nia had just experienced the pain of losing a loved one.

"Before the sun sets, there's hot water in the bathroom. Go take a shower first. I have something to do outside."

"Baba, are you going out?" Nia's face was full of attachment.

"I'll be back soon, wait for me at home, don't go out."

Nia had just arrived and was unfamiliar with the place, so Ron should have helped her get familiar with the surroundings.

But there is something more important now. He has to go to Anand and get back his reward.

The area where the other party lives is very dangerous at night, so this matter must be dealt with before dark.

Mumbai is the economic center of India and a paradise for the rich.

But what is less known is that of Mumbai's population of more than 60 million, more than % live in slums.

Yes, Dharavi is just the largest one, and there are more than 2000 other slums, large and small, in total.

They are scattered among the tall buildings and apartments, and there is one near the Grant community where Ron lives.

There is a road between them, and crossing it will lead you into another world.

There are huts built of plastic boards and reed mats everywhere, with bamboo poles as beams, coconut fiber ropes as bindings, and rags as door curtains.

Looking around, there is not even a piece of iron sheet to be seen.

This is so poor that it doesn't even make a jingle.

Fortunately, Anand's residence was easy to find. His hut was made of rare mud and the roof was made of hard plywood.

The hut was on the outskirts of the slum, a few steps away from the messy shantytown, and there were several similar houses around it.

It is not an exaggeration to say that they are mansions in the slums, which is quite rare.

But even so, as soon as Ron approached here, he was hit by the stench of the toilet and frowned.

But it only took a moment for him to regain his composure.

Don't have any expectations about hygiene in Mumbai. You can smell the smell of urine wherever you walk to a corner on the street.

The garbage dumps everywhere also remind you that this city is full of smell.

Ron's arrival had already alarmed the people living in this area.

Those dark-skinned children ran to give him a heads-up before he got close.

So when he arrived at Anand's door, the other party was already standing there with a smile on his face.

"Ron, I didn't expect you to actually come. You're the first Brahmin to visit here in the past few years."

"I made a big sale today, and I need to get my pay."

Ron rolled his eyes. The slums didn't scare him.

"Well, you have no idea how scary the shop owners looked at me when I collected the money. If there weren't so many people at the market, I suspect they would have killed me and kept the money for themselves."

“But you look better than ever now, Anand.”

"I know, I know, come in."

Anand waved his hand in disappointment, motioning him to come in. It seemed impossible to get more money from this guy.

He was troubled for a long time when faced with that huge sum of money.

(End of this chapter)