I am a master in India

Chapter 446 Sunshine Hotel
The Sunshine Five-Star Hotel has been open for over a week, and all of its 400+ rooms across 25 floors, including 32 executive suites, are fully booked.

The location here is so good that customers flocked to the store on the first day of opening.

Look at the waiters after their training; they're almost immediately busy serving breakfast, afternoon tea, and happy hour drinks to the guests.

Some guests are simply business people passing through Delhi, while others stay long-term in expensive business suites with narrow corridors, far from upscale bars.

Every evening, as the sun slowly sets, its rays sweep across the parliament building and the opulent villas of business leaders and politicians.

These people would sit in the lounge, leisurely sipping their Black Label whisky on the rocks, quietly admiring the view outside the window, and smiling as they enjoyed the food and drinks prepared for them by the waiters.

They chatted or played with their phones.

Some business people booked six months' worth of business suites at the Sunshine Hotel in order to stay connected with news from the Capitol Building.

For example, arms dealers, who rely heavily on political brokers in New Delhi, simply set up their offices in hotels.

They sat in twos and threes on luxurious, soft armchairs, relaxed and talking quietly, surrounded only by the clinking of glasses and attentive waitresses.

Many people were commenting on the newly opened hotel, and judging from their expressions, they seemed quite satisfied.

"This place is alright, isn't it?"

"That's right, it's very close to the council, we can get here in ten minutes."

"I stayed at the Gutber Hotel in Bangalore, where all the staff were dark-skinned girls."

"After all, it's a five-star hotel with government investment, so we need to ensure a certain caste correctness, you know."

"So I'm very satisfied with the hotel staff; they can even speak English, you know?"

In recent years, in India, whether in Delhi or other cities, you will often notice that waitresses in cafes, restaurants and retail stores are becoming more and more "international".

Most of them were in their twenties, spoke softly, and spoke fluent English.

You can tell from their eyes, cheeks, and smooth skin that they all come from northeastern India.

They were polite, but slightly shy.

If you greet them and tell them you also grew up in the Northeast.

Then they will relax a bit and take extra care of you when providing service.

They did not come from urban families; they were country girls from the rural areas of Northeast China. They left their homes to come to Delhi simply to earn money.

They are usually from Nagaland and Manipur, leaving behind their poor and violent families to live in the inland international metropolises.

The step they took was longer and more difficult than any trip taken by an ordinary city dweller.

Although there are millions of girls like this in Delhi, in a sense they are ultimately all alone.

They can be seen everywhere in shopping malls and restaurants, but wealthy people never pay them any attention.

Sunshine Hotel hired the best of these girls; they were well-educated and all had at least a bachelor's degree.

Not only do they speak English, but they also generally have lighter skin and gentler personalities than most Indian girls.

Just like the stereotypes about people from Harbin, people's impression of girls from the northeastern states is that they are waitresses.

They are more like East Asians, with a light skin that drives Indian men crazy.

Many of those businessmen and arms dealers are from high castes, and they don't like dark-skinned Indian waitresses.

The Sunshine Hotel's meaningful arrangement suited their tastes perfectly.

It also has a gym, bar, swimming pool, and entertainment center, making it a very comprehensive facility.

Of course, if you look closely, you'll find that the hotel's "Suhr element" is too strong.

Air conditioners, televisions, refrigerators, washing machines, and even the kitchen appliances in the restaurant are all from Suer Electric Appliances.

In those unseen areas, the cement, steel bars, and construction teams are also supported by companies under the Suer Group.

The construction cost of the entire five-star hotel is very advantageous, being at least 30% lower than that of similar brands.

The hotel attracted not only a large number of Indian businessmen, but also many foreigners.

For example, Boeing, McDonnell Douglas, General Dynamics, Boeing, and Northrop Grumman.

They all have offices at the Sunshine Hotel or have booked exclusive suites there.

Because they all want to get as close as possible to politicians, bureaucrats, businessmen, and defense officials to reach huge arms deals with them.

By U.S. standards, India's military equipment budget is relatively low, but it still amounts to tens of billions of dollars.

Data from the U.S. Five-Legged Building shows that India is expected to purchase $10 billion worth of weapons and equipment from various U.S. arms companies this year, which would place it among the top ten countries in the U.S. military trade.

As the group's biggest boss, Ron naturally had his own suite office in the hotel.

With admiration and surprise in her eyes, Satya followed the elegant waiter and quickly arrived at the door of Ron's suite.

The waiter knocked cautiously on the door, and only after hearing a response did he turn the handle to signal Satya to come in.

The office is very luxurious and features a lounge area showcasing a vision of future Delhi, filled with trees, neon lights, and granite buildings.

Ron was sitting behind his desk, with files neatly arranged around the computer and fax machine.

Satya was quickly drawn to a low shelf in front of her desk, which displayed some small models that looked like toys.

But these are clearly not; they are scaled-down models of products sold by arms dealers.

There is an armored personnel carrier and a battle tank, both sand-colored, indicating that their combat environment is in the desert.

There was also a strange ship that Satya didn't recognize.

“This is a littoral combat ship,” Ron put down his pen. “It was a gift from an arms dealer, and my son Ravi likes it very much.”

Well, only Mr. Sue's children would treat model weapons like toys. "Sit down."

"Yes."

Satya's buttocks were pressed tightly against the leather seat, her body subconsciously tensing up.

"what's up?"

“Mr. Sur, you haven’t been back to Uttar Pradesh for a long time.”

"Hmm?" Ron looked up. "I've been busy with business for the past two years, so I haven't been back to Uttar Pradesh very often. But that's our base of operations, so everything seems to be going well, right?"

"Yes, of course. It's just that it's getting harder and harder for the Socialist Party these days."

"How to say?"

"The BJP is too powerful, especially after last year's general election, many Yadav MPs have sided with them. Uttar Pradesh has always been dominated by caste politics, and now it's in chaos, with increasing conflicts between different ethnic groups."

Satya didn't say one more thing: the BJP isn't the only powerful party; the Progressive Party is no less formidable.

Previously clearly defined caste political parties are now showing signs of greater integration.

From the perspective of India's overall political landscape, this is a good thing. It can break down barriers and further enhance national cohesion.

But for the caste parties in Uttar Pradesh, this is digging up their roots.

Once the barriers to caste communication are broken down, what use are they?

“Satya, in principle, this is a good thing for the development of Uttar Pradesh.”

“Of course, but…” Satya looked troubled.

To be honest, he would feel very uncomfortable if Uttar Pradesh became better.

If there were no castes and no poor people, would it still be called Uttar Pradesh? Would it still be called a land of outstanding people and resources?

Okay, Ron also felt that something was off about the taste.

"Here's what we'll do. I'll put in a word with the state parliament and ask them to add one or two Socialist ministers. Also, when Suer Real Estate Company recruits workers, you'll get some slots."

“That’s wonderful,” Satya readily agreed.

Mr. Sue was indeed generous, not only giving the Socialist Party more say but also increasing their prestige among the people.

Nowadays, everyone in Uttar Pradesh knows that workers under the Surda Group are well-paid, almost second only to civil servants.

If the Socialist Party can secure a quota, it will essentially have leverage to make promises to voters.

The future of a political party is nothing more than influenced by these two factors; if there are no benefits, who will follow you?

Ron agreed to Satya's request not only to appease him, but also because the BJP was indeed at its peak.

Their consecutive election victories have further solidified their position.

It's hard to say about other places, but he's determined to keep Uttar Pradesh under his control.

When the BJP was declining and local caste parties were strong, he formed an alliance with the BJP.

Now that the BJP is strong and local caste parties are declining, he will support smaller parties.

In short, Ron has fully adopted the style of the British troublemaker, helping whoever is weak.

He's a master of balancing things, and a professional at it.

“By the way, Mr. Suer, recently those people in the state have also been very eager to see you,” Satya said mysteriously.

"Who are they?" Ron asked, puzzled.

"The group allied with the Socialist Party is the northern herders."

"What do you want to say?" Ron looked at him strangely.

"They don't have anything else to do, they just want to admire your beauty. Oh, and by the way, they'll also be organizing a group of herder girls to visit you. Knowing you like fair skin, they'll all be fair-skinned girls, very delicate and pretty," Satya said, gesturing excitedly.

"A delegation to offer condolences?"

"Yes, absolutely clean, all virgins. They're trained to please men. Of course, if you prefer other tastes, that's fine too. Young, mature, married, breastfeeding—we have them all."

"roll!"

“Huh?” Satya was stunned.

"Just mind your own business with your Socialist Party and stop thinking about these messy things," Ron said irritably.

"Yes! Yes!" Satya kept nodding and bowing.

The Socialists and the herdsmen are allies; he simply wanted to use his position to give Mr. Sue a little something new.

It's important to know that many Hindus actually harbor this heretical idea: to brutally ravage female herders.

Ideally, one should wear traditional herder clothing, such as a veil, headscarf, and robe, and then remove them one by one; the visual enjoyment is unparalleled.

The ranchers in Uttar Pradesh also readily extended their goodwill to Ron, eager to establish this relationship.

Besides, Dr. Sur is a "good man," and he has no prejudice against herders, which is a consensus throughout India.

However, Ron reprimanded Satya very rudely. Who was he to need to act like this?

If he really wanted to, what kind of woman wouldn't he have?
Instead of focusing on underhanded tactics, it would be better to think more about business matters.

Hmm, I should probably inquire about the Golden Quadrilateral Highway project too.

(End of this chapter)