I am a master in India

Chapter 402 Ravi
Isa was due to give birth at the end of October.

One thing after another, it even made Ron feel a little unreal.

The novelty of being a father hadn't worn off when another one arrived.

When he received the call, Isa's water had already broken.

When the plane landed and she arrived at the hospital, she had already been taken to the delivery room.

"How is it?" he asked Isa's sister, Raeve.

"She's been inside for over four hours, but the doctor said it's normal for it to take longer since it's Isa's first pregnancy."

“Okay.” Ron hesitated.

This took much longer than it did for Kavia, so it seems that Isha's physical condition is a bit more delicate.

He took out his phone to chat with someone, but couldn't figure out who to call.

Fortunately, after more than half an hour, the door to the delivery room was opened.

Isa had her eyes closed, and Ron's heart skipped a beat.

"Madam has exhausted herself and is now unconscious. Congratulations, Mr. Suer, it's a boy," the doctor explained.

Whew, Ron breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you." He nodded to the medical staff and then went to the bedside.

The little guy was sleeping soundly, just like his mother.

He had a light complexion, a straight nose, and fair skin, which he largely inherited from Isaac.

"Oh! What an adorable little guy!" Verma's heart melted.

As Chief Justice, he usually presented a serious face. Even Ron had never seen him laugh like a child like he did today.

"By the way, what name are you going to give Ron?" Verma asked, eager to offer his suggestions.

“Ravi!” Ron blurted out.

"Uh," Verma stopped in his tracks, about to speak.

"what do you think?"

“It means the sun in the Rigveda, very good.” Verma nodded pretentiously.

"As a father, the first child should have some kind of ceremony. You can name them when Isha and I have other children later."

"Then it's settled." Verma finally showed a happy expression.

What more could he ask for? His youngest daughter had found a good husband and even had a son.

Not only will they have a worry-free life from now on, but they will also no longer have to worry about being mistreated for not having a son.

The preference for sons over daughters is not just a prejudice among the lower classes. India is a patriarchal society, especially among the elite, who place great emphasis on family lineage.

Actually, they had already checked the gender a few months ago, so it's not surprising now.

Isa didn't wake up until the next day, and then she glanced at the little one next to her and giggled.

It was her first time becoming a mother, yet she herself felt like a girl who hadn't grown up, so the feeling was very strange.

"Don't be silly, you're not acting like a mother at all."

“That’s your job as the father. Mom’s only responsibility is to love him.” She reached out and carefully touched Ravi’s nose with her finger.

As a result, the little guy opened his mouth and started howling, which terrified Isa and left her completely at a loss.

"Ron, quick, what do we do?" She frantically picked up the child.

"Maybe they're hungry," he guessed.

Fortunately, there are 24-hour monitoring personnel here. They are experienced and can tell what's going on with just a glance.

The world becomes quiet the moment you put a small baby bottle into your child's mouth.

"I'm really hungry," Isa exclaimed in amazement.

“Please, you’re the mother.” Ron put his hand to his forehead.

"They just don't have experience," she said, smiling at the child.

Okay, we'll get used to this kind of thing later.

Ron wanted to spend some time with Isha and her son in New Delhi, but his current position made it impossible for him to stay idle.

The brewing tycoon, Vijani Marcha, came to see him again.

He had inquired about it several times a few months ago when he was in Goa.

Now, for reasons unknown, he has also come to New Delhi.

When Maya was a child, she lived with her mother in Kolkata, while her father worked in Bangalore most of the year.

Because of his mother's doting love and the lack of his father's discipline, he acted in a high-profile manner from a young age.

While others were still wearing open-crotch pants, he was already driving a Ferrari children's car around in front of his house.

As soon as he came of age, he drove a Porsche 911 equipped with a turbocharger and raced around the streets.

Before taking over his father's business empire, there were plenty of tabloid stories about his luxury cars, beautiful women, and other scandalous affairs.

At 27, he was thrust into the spotlight without any preparation.

People didn't think highly of him, so Maya wanted to prove himself.

He made many reckless investments within days of taking over the family business.

He opened a chain of pizza shops, created his own Coca-Cola brand, and even invested in a telecommunications equipment manufacturing plant, but all of them were unsuccessful.

After getting married, his wife and children lived in San Francisco most of the time, and he would stay there for a month or two whenever he had time.

He also bought a vineyard, a craft brewery, and a newspaper in San Francisco, and his collection of classic cars has grown significantly.

This success was thanks to his beer business. His marketing skills, which his father lacked, became apparent, and the beer business flourished. He gradually realized the drawbacks of blind expansion and began to focus on the beer business, selling off or shutting down his previously expanded pharmaceutical and fast food businesses.

Maya's most brilliant move was saving the dying Kingfisher beer, turning it into India's national beer and a staple in curry houses around the world.

Young people going to bars don't say "Give me a beer," they say "Give me a Kingfisher beer."

Maya dismissed and even scoffed at outside comments about his past youthful arrogance.

“My lifestyle has made me a media darling, with my parties and sports cars. I inherited the family business at 27 and did what a 27-year-old would want to do, but they compare me to Druba Ambani. It’s perfectly normal for a 27-year-old to want to drive a red Ferrari, but a 50-year-old might not be interested in sports cars. I’m just being myself at that age.”

"So what do you think of Ron Sue? He's not even 25 yet."

Maya was speechless. "That guy is a freak. I suspect he's mentally fifty. His mind is different from ordinary people. I have to admit he's better than me at starting a business, even better than Dhirubhai Ambani, but when it comes to enjoying life, he's far inferior to me."

Yes, Maya lived a life of extravagance, but there was a clear business logic behind her attention-seeking behavior.

India bans alcohol advertising, so liquor merchants have to find other ways to attract customers, some of which involve inviting customers to try the drinks for free.

Malya, on the other hand, chose to promote herself and speak for herself.

“Like Richard Branson,” he said, “we integrate our lives and our brand.”

This tactic was very effective; newspapers would report on the lavish parties he hosted at Kingfisher Villa and publish photos from that year's Kingfisher swimsuit model calendar.

In this way, the Kingfisher brand has increased its exposure without anyone realizing it.

But Maya wasn't satisfied. He had bigger ambitions. He had long thought that being an airline owner was a very cool thing.

In 93, India allowed private capital to enter the aviation industry, which was a field that was in dire need of development.

However, Kingfisher Winery's current scale is not large enough; it needs more capital to successfully navigate the aviation industry.

He had inquired and found that starting a private airport company would require at least $30 billion in funding.

This figure immediately dissuaded him; Dhirubhai Ambani couldn't come up with that much cash either.

Unfortunately, the banks tightened their lending policies, so after much deliberation, Maya decided to put more effort into the wine industry.

Several states in India have a complete ban on alcohol, and Gujarat has always been a place he longed for.

The economy there ranks among the top in India, mainly because of its large size.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, the conservative Indian Party simply wouldn't budge.

He thought this year would be a better chance because former BJP senior leader Vaghaila had left the party, and he was then serving as Chief Minister.

Waghelah established his own party, though everyone knew he was affiliated with the Indian National Congress.

To put it bluntly, he defected and betrayed the party; his actions were extremely heinous, and the BJP hates him to death.

Maya saw an opportunity, however. The Congress Party was taking a secular approach, and drinking was naturally a given for them.

Unfortunately, he went to Gujarat full of enthusiasm, only to be met with a cold shoulder.

Waghela refused him, not even meeting him, and only sent a message through a messenger.

Gujarat is a Hindu stronghold, with religious populations accounting for about 90%.

The atmosphere is very conservative, and people strictly adhere to religious traditions, with an absolute ban on alcohol.

Although Waghelidah defected, he had no intention of challenging the religious traditions of his constituents.

If reporters were to photograph him meeting with a liquor tycoon, it would be handing a knife to the BJP, who would be eager to oust him immediately.

Having come up empty-handed, Maya had no choice but to try his luck in New Delhi.

Coincidentally, upon learning of the birth of the next eldest son of the Sue family, he immediately wanted to meet with Ron.

The reasons are all in place: the Taj Mahal Hotel will soon be holding a marketing conference hosted by the Indian Chamber of Commerce.

All the well-known businessmen were invited, but whether they would actually come was another matter.

Ron has been suffering from a nervous breakdown lately because of the children. Although he has a nanny who takes good care of him, they all live in the same villa.

Little Ravi's howls were so loud they could be heard all over the garden.

Sometimes he even thought that it was nice to be busy with work in Mumbai, as home was still too noisy.

So after receiving the invitation, even though he knew it was a dubious conference, he still decided to go and relax.

Maya had invited him several times, and he felt it would be difficult to refuse.

The other party is a famous tycoon, not an ordinary businessman. Consider this an opportunity to make new connections.

Two days later, in the morning, he discreetly took Anil and a few others to the Taj Mahal Hotel.

Ron seemed to be really clearing his head; he even chatted with the smiling female receptionist at the hotel for quite a while.

The girl was so excited she almost dug her nails into her flesh. And that was the famous Mr. Sue.

Everyone in Delhi knows him; she never imagined she would be able to speak to such an important person.

"Master, should I make the arrangements for you?" Anil asked in a low voice.

"what?"

"I'll have her book a room for that girl. You can go over quietly later."

Ron glanced at him twice, then cursed, "Get lost!"

Does he seem like the kind of person who would eat anything when he's starving?
"I was just thinking that you've been working hard taking care of the kids lately and wanted to relax a bit," Anil said with an awkward smile.

Mrs. Isabella had just given birth, so she was in some discomfort.

“I was just asking about the hotel, what am I thinking? Besides, the women outside are too scheming, the ones at home are enough.” Ron shook his head.

His seeds are now extremely precious and should not be allowed to fall into the hands of ordinary people.

Upon entering the banquet hall, we found that Malya was giving a lecture on "luxury goods".

(End of this chapter)