I am a master in India

Chapter 403 The Rich in Delhi

Malya has a big reputation, and this marketing conference attracted many university students from New Delhi, including the renowned Indian Institute of Management.

This school has trained a large number of management talents for Indian companies and is considered a relatively international and professional business school.

Ron's Suer Electric has many managers who came from this school, and they are all doing a good job.

There was also a large group of reporters in the hall, their cameras following Maya closely, trying to record every moment he walked onto the stage and capture every glint of the diamond ring on his finger.

Maya had a pale, round face, a goatee, and long hair that reached all the way down to the back of her head.

He was a bit chubby, but possessed a unique kind of handsomeness. He was well aware of his illustrious reputation, almost equivalent to that of royalty.

When a member of a panel discussion asked him to share his "brilliance," he began to ramble on and on.

He speaks loudly, but if you pay close attention, you'll notice that some words appear very frequently.

Vodka, wine, youth, rock and roll, demand, drive.
After delivering his speech, Maya shared more of his life philosophy while answering questions from the audience.

He seemed pleased but also a little impatient when questioners flattered him, because it was all too commonplace.

When answering a question he truly likes, he'll say, "That's a very good point," like a king.

He seemed a little nervous while answering the questions.

However, when a female reporter asked him why he used erotic posters and advertisements that objectified women, he began to stomp his left foot impatiently, his face turning as red as a watermelon.

When Malya's Kingfisher beer advertised, it followed the Hollywood formula: sexy women, wet scenes, thick gold chains, and men's loud laughter…

He grew increasingly impatient and wanted to get rid of the reporter in front of him. Suddenly, he noticed Ron in the corner, and his eyes lit up.

Before he could make a move, Ron had already put a finger to his lips and made a gesture.

Maya sighed and silently looked away; he would need someone's help later.

The questions continued, but most of them came from students and faculty members in the management department, and each of them had to state which college they came from before asking their question.

There are also some people here who crave money and power, and their questions clearly reveal their desires.

That is to quickly ask the question, and before it's over, look away from Maya, glance at both sides with a victorious smile, and then quietly sit down and disappear from people's sight.

He left without a trace after accomplishing great deeds, displaying an air of quiet accomplishment and humility.

Having finally shaken off the difficult students, Malya strode over. Behind him, on the podium, stood a different person, who looked quite imposing.

“Mr. Sull, you shouldn’t be sitting here. You should be on the stage, spreading Sull’s famous electrical theory to everyone.”

"Sur's electrical theory?"

"It's affordable for everyone, which is great, and Kingfisher Beer has always stuck to that."

Ron chuckled; it was the first time he had ever heard such a statement.

"This is purely a business consideration."

"That's right, we're all in it for business. People need the convenience of appliances, and they also need the relaxation and pleasure that alcohol provides."

"So you came to New Delhi this time..."

“It’s still about business,” he shrugged. “Our government views alcohol as something evil, which is a corrupt mindset that seriously deviates from the objective laws of economic globalization.”

"You should be glad that they treat all alcohol the same. Imported spirits are subject to extremely high taxes, making them unaffordable for ordinary people."

"In this respect, I really should thank New Delhi. Without them, there would be no cheap and popular Kingfisher beer."

Both of them laughed; as businessmen, they had both suffered greatly from all sorts of bizarre government policies.

“I want to expand the Kingfisher brand into every state in India, with Gujarat being a top priority. I heard you have a good relationship with the BJP there?” Maya asked bluntly.

“I do have some dealings with them, but there’s nothing I can do to help with this.”

“Why? We could totally work together. I heard you’re planning to build a five-star hotel in Bangalore. I have some connections there and know a lot of people in the real estate industry,” Maya hinted.

Kingfisher Beer is headquartered in Bangalore, where the famous Kingfisher Building is a landmark.

"This isn't a matter of cooperation; it's because Gujarat has a large Hindu population. They are very conservative and averse to alcohol. No politician would challenge the religious beliefs of their voters for short-term gains."

“I haven’t even met them yet, I should talk to them.” Maya was very confident, and he was very good at dealing with officials.

"That might backfire. Man, to put it bluntly, they don't like your style of doing things."

“We are businessmen, and there’s nothing wrong with being in the spotlight. It brings fame, you know, and fame is very useful when dealing with certain officials.”

At that moment, applause erupted from the hall behind them, and many students in the audience looked very excited.

A man in a royal blue suit walked onto the stage. His attire and jet-black hair made him stand out among the audience and students, making him appear radiant and eye-catching.

“That’s Arlindam, a board member of the Indian Institute of Planning and Management,” Maya said with a smile.

What is the relationship between this school and the Indian Institute of Management?

“The names are similar.” Maya shrugged.

Ron understood the relationship between the imposter and the real deal.

It's not surprising in India that there are all sorts of knock-offs and imitations, all with a shameless attitude. "This guy is very capable. Not only is his school thriving, but he's also very successful in business. When he took over the college, almost all the students had left. Now, there are more than 6,000 students from all over the country, and the tuition alone is 400,000 rupees a year."

“Wow, sounds like he’s got some skills.” Ron’s eyes lit up.

"Would you like me to introduce him to you? His school is in New Delhi."

These words struck a chord with Ron, who was also preparing to open his own university in Uttar Pradesh.

This Arindam is very experienced; perhaps we could ask him to be an advisor or something.

"How about this, I'll introduce you to a high-ranking member of the BJP, but how the talks go is none of my business."

“No problem, we’ll go see Alindam in a bit.” Maya was very excited.

With nothing else to do, the two decided to sit in a corner and listen to Arindam's speech.

Today's meeting was attended not only by students, but also by representatives from the Yamaha Group of Japan, who were dressed in formal suits, polo shirts, and twill trousers.

Arendam's own students were all wearing matching uniforms. There were also band members in the hall; the men wore sleeveless shirts and jeans, while the women wore shimmering gold dresses.

But they couldn't compete with Alindam's star power; at best, they only added a bit of noise to the night.

His marketing presentation focused on his self-developed 4P theory: Product, Price, Place of Origin, and Promotion.

Arendam is not a natural orator; during long one-on-one conversations, he tends to look around rather than focus on the listener.

This wasn't a big problem, but he raised his voice very high, and at the beginning, he still needed to refer to his notes.

During the Q&A session, the audience seemed eager for answers but also somewhat defiant, as if they didn't entirely believe that Arlindam was capable of discussing the topic of leadership.

Arlindam seemed to sense the hostility and answered rather hesitantly, his English sounding muffled with a distinct Delhi middle-class accent.

However, these personality traits are not flaws, but rather qualities that these listeners lack.

Arlindam's approachable manner makes him very attractive: in addition to being approachable, his success, wealth, and glamour make him an idol for many managers.

However, his Bentley, ponytail, fashionable glasses, and his habitual practice of using the names of Harvard and McKinsey to elevate his status make him seem distant.

When these factors combine, many people find it irresistible to his charm.

Ron thought this guy was perfect for running a pyramid scheme; once you were hooked, he'd make you completely devoted.

After his speech, Arlindam stepped down from the stage and shook hands with the audience, thanking them in a seasoned, deep voice.

Although some people were hostile towards him when he asked questions, others showed him great respect.

Most of them were his students or company employees, filled with longing and nervousness.

Some people behave in a genuine way; that's how you'd typically act when talking to a business tycoon.

Others are feigning anger, acting as if they feel ignored or have been waiting too long.

Others, however, appeared somewhat cunning, offering flattery while secretly plotting their own schemes.

When he reached the back, Maya waved in that direction.

Arendam was very surprised when he saw Ron, and for a moment he almost cried out.

He walked over quickly and greeted him in a hurried yet respectful tone.

“Mr. Suer, I didn’t expect to see you here.”

To be honest, this so-called business marketing conference wasn't qualified to invite Ron.

Unless it is a forum or event organized by the government, he has the right to refuse all invitations without incurring any reprisal.

"I came out for a walk to clear my head." Ron smiled and nodded at him.

“Please sit down, Arindam, let’s have a drink together,” Maya invited.

“Of course, it’s my honor.” He was very enthusiastic.

"I heard you're managing an academy now?" Ron asked bluntly.

"Yes, that was my father's business. As his son, I have an obligation to manage the college well."

How many students are there now?

"This year we're expanding enrollment, and we expect to have over 8,000 students," Arendam said with some pride.

“Where is the academy?” Ron asked.

"It's in Gurgaon, about a few miles away."

"Can I go take a look?"

"Huh?" Arendam was taken aback, but quickly recovered. "Of course, no problem. The students must be eager to meet you."

“Okay.” Ron nodded.

He happened to have some free time these days, so he used it to kill some time.

(End of this chapter)