I am a master in India

Chapter 444 Blonde Hair
The year 2000 marked a turning point in global change and the shift of labor-intensive industries from Europe and the United States to Asia, with Southeast Asia and India emerging as new economies.

With the pace of globalization accelerating, India has entered a period of deepening reforms, and the information technology and service industries have begun to experience explosive growth.

Five years ago, India's software industry was worth less than $10 billion, but this year it has soared to $80 billion, and the expansion continues.

This transformation not only brought in foreign exchange earnings but also created millions of IT jobs. The service sector surpassed agriculture and industry to become India's largest industry.

This shift has propelled India's economy away from reliance on agriculture and low-end manufacturing towards "knowledge-intensive services."

According to assessments by international professional organizations, India's service sector accounted for more than 50% of GDP for the first time, far exceeding agriculture (22%) and industry (28%).

The median age of India's population is 24, and with the arrival of the new millennium, the huge demographic dividend began to emerge.

In metropolises like Mumbai, the average worker's salary has already reached 4,000 rupees, and with accumulated overtime, they can even earn as much as 8,000 rupees.

Service industry and white-collar jobs can easily pay 6,000 rupees, and slightly higher-level positions can easily exceed 10,000 rupees.

IT professionals and engineers earn the highest salaries, generally around 20,000 rupees.

This would have been unimaginable seven or eight years ago. No wonder even children from slums want to learn about computers now.

This is a new and relatively fair way to change their fate.

As the economy develops rapidly, people's income and consumption levels naturally increase accordingly.

It is said that the number of people in India with an annual salary of 300,000 to 1 million rupees has now exceeded 50 million.

This is a very large number, which is beneficial to the domestic mid-to-high-end consumption sector.

Suer Electric's high-end home appliances have been selling exceptionally well this year.

Large-screen color TVs, refrigerators, VCD players, washing machines, and mobile phones with skyrocketing sales have all become favorites among white-collar workers.

Ashish was terrified of the two million chip order at first, but now, it's sold out in less than six months.

Suer Electric alone purchased as many as five million first-generation chips from Dongda, further reducing the cost to around $6.5.

The next-generation chip is expected to be finalized by the end of the year, with various parameters adjusted, representing a major overhaul.

Given India's vast market and the strong demand from Suer Electric, it is said that Huazi has decided to establish a dedicated chip design company.

Ron's initial proposal for a complete customization service greatly inspired them. They might not make phones themselves now, but they could certainly design for others.

Consider this a learning experience. Once they are ready, they will undoubtedly become a significant mobile phone manufacturer in the Dongda market.

Ron doesn't care about the East University market; his focus is now entirely on India.

Suer Mobile's top priority is to expand its market share as rapidly as possible. Once it has a market share exceeding 50%, it can then consider selling chips.

He not only wants to make money off ordinary consumers, but also wants to extract money from other electronics manufacturers.

Even how much money they make is secondary; their focus is on controlling the domestic mobile phone manufacturing industry through chip distribution channels.

Of course, this goal is still a bit far off.

Ron was busy with something else: the "Golden Quadrilateral" highway project promoted by the Vajpayee government, which was a highly sought-after prize.

This infrastructure project will connect four major cities: Delhi, Mumbai, Chennai, and Kolkata, with a total length of over 5800 kilometers.

According to Surki Properties' estimates, the budget to complete such a massive project would be at least 600 billion rupees, or about 134 billion US dollars.

The cake was so big that even Ron couldn't resist it.

Of course, he didn't expect to complete it all; such a long distance would inevitably be divided into countless small projects.

Putting aside other places, he must have taken a large chunk of what's within his sphere of influence.

For this reason, Ron has personally flown back to New Delhi.

Upon hearing the news, the Satya of Uttar Pradesh also rushed to the center of power.

The Socialist Party was finding it increasingly difficult to survive there.

No, to be precise, apart from the BJP and the Progressive Party, other smaller parties are now being severely squeezed.

Mr. Sue's business encompasses almost the entire Uttar Pradesh, and people rely on it from birth to death.

The invisible influence is constantly permeating, which has led more and more people to embrace the Progressive Party, even if it's just for peace of mind.

As more people joined the Progressive Party, more people naturally left the Socialist Party and the Mass Socialist Party.

Yadav can hold on a bit thanks to his huge caste advantage, but the Socialist Party of the Masses, dominated by Dalits, is in dire straits.

The things Mayawati promised can be easily achieved as long as you can get into Mr. Su's businesses.

As for the scarce civil servant positions, with hundreds of millions of people vying for a thousand spots, the probability is extremely low.

So, for the sake of their own stomachs, those who originally supported the Socialist Party have now flocked to the Progressive Party.

Satya was very aware of the crisis, and he was prepared to talk to Mr. Sue.

Whether the Socialist Party and the Progressive Party form an alliance or secretly align themselves, the bottom line is to secure some benefits for their respective parties.

Otherwise, without even making any promises, how could he appease his subordinates? Unfortunately, seeing Mr. Sue is now more difficult than before; Satya went several times only to be told that the appointments were already booked for two weeks from now.

He dared not leave, so he could only wait, while also enjoying the glitz and glamour of the metropolis.

To be fair, after Mr. Sue's business expanded throughout Uttar Pradesh, everyone benefited to some extent.

Satya now has a considerable amount of savings, enough for him to enjoy the rest of his life.

If you ask him what attracts him most about Delhi, it's definitely the big, white, blonde women.

No Indian man can resist this; it's an allure that comes from the heart and runs in his blood.

Satya also had a taste for this, and he got to know a broker here who could provide this service.

His servant, Barum, would usually drive him to a place in the Greater Keshrah, a precinct for the upper class in Delhi.

Barum couldn't remember the maze-like route, and every time he needed to turn a corner, the broker or Satya would tap him on the neck.

And so they guided Barum all the way to his destination, a place as large as a small palace, with white marble pillars in front of the entrance.

However, just by looking at the trash thrown outside the wall, you can tell that fashionable and wealthy people live inside.

The broker started making a phone call, and kept the car door open while he was on the call.

That was a Sur brand mobile phone, its gold body very appealing to the nouveau riche Indians.

It's unclear when exactly, but this amazing phone started to become wildly popular in New Delhi.

In short, even a servant like Barum knew what a cell phone was for, which was quite amazing for people from the lower classes who were illiterate.

Five minutes later, the broker slammed the car door shut. Barum started sneezing because of a strange perfume smell permeating the back seat.

"Hey kid, stop sneezing and hurry up and drive us to the Pula district."

"I'm sorry, sir."

The broker was a fat man. He turned to the girl who had just gotten on the bus and said, "Please say hello to my friend Satya in Hindi."

Barum glanced in the rearview mirror and saw the girl for the first time.

Wow! The fat guy was right earlier, she really is a beautiful fair-skinned girl.

She was tall and had a great figure, and what was most striking about her was her beautiful hair, which was smooth and shiny with gold, just like the hair in shampoo commercials!
“How are you, Satya?” Her Hindi was very fluent, and she reached out to shake Satya’s hand.

The fat man laughed. "Look, India is globalizing too, isn't it? Even she can speak Hindi now."

He patted her thigh. “Darling, your Hindi has improved a lot.”

Satya leaned back and asked the fat man across the girl, "Is she a bear-woman?"

“Satya, don’t ask me, ask her. Don’t be shy, she’s a friend.”

“Ukollan,” she said in Hindi with an accent this time, “I am an Ukollan student who came to India to study.”

Barum watched intently the entire time, silently memorizing: I must remember this place, Ukolan. I must go there someday!
“Satya,” the fat man said, “don’t just sit there, touch her hair, it’s the real thing. Don’t be afraid, she’s a friend.”

He smiled slightly again. "See, it won't hurt you, will it, Satya? Darling, say something to Mr. Satya in Hindi; he's still a little afraid of you."

“You’re very handsome,” she said. “Don’t be afraid of me.”

“Driver,” the fat man leaned forward and touched Barum’s glass to his own with his cold wine, “are we almost at the Prairie district?”

"Yes, sir."

"There's a restaurant on Qingzheng Temple Road with a huge X-shaped neon sign on top. Take us there."

In less than ten minutes, Barum had them there. This time he was sure he wouldn't miss the restaurant, because its huge X-shaped sign above the entrance was flashing like a beacon in the darkness.

Satya took the blonde woman inside; he couldn't wait.

He had to hold the reins tightly and urge the horse to gallop.

Barum was restless in the car, so uncomfortable that he even started biting the steering wheel.

He also liked foreign women, but the difference in their social status left him powerless. However, that flame burned brightly in his heart, showing no sign of being extinguished.

The hotel's exterior wall is covered with stained glass to prevent thieves from scaling it. Whenever car headlights shine on it, the glass shards glow, transforming the wall into a colorful monster with a glass spine.

Barum's Adam's apple bobbed incessantly, he was covered in sweat, and all sorts of thoughts were churning inside him like a turbulent sea.

Suddenly his gaze fell on the rearview mirror, and he saw something on the back seat of the car.

Barum got out of the car and carefully closed the door. Then he opened the back door, climbed inside, and began feeling around on the leather seats.

He ran his hand back and forth across the leather seat three times before finally finding what he was looking for.

He held it up to the light.

A single blonde hair!
It was deeply imprinted in Barum's heart.

(End of this chapter)