I am a master in India

Chapter 6 Black Market
In the early morning, Ron woke up early to the noise of the market downstairs and the intermittent sounds in the living room outside.

When he opened the door, he saw Nia, barefoot, busy preparing breakfast for him.

With every movement and step she took, the metal bell on her ankle jingled non-stop.

Indian women are very conservative, but they also know how to dress well, especially in their own homes.

Little Nia shook off her tiredness from yesterday. She not only combed her hair, but also painted her nails with rose red polish.

The thrilling red between the white and tender toes always flashed, making Ron swallow unconsciously.

"Baba, breakfast is ready."

Seeing Ron get up, Nia happily put down the plate and started preparing toiletries for him.

"Nia, I can do it myself."

"That's my job, Baba."

Nia stubbornly filled the water, moistened the towel, and wrung it dry before handing it to him.

Ron felt a little awkward but also enjoyed it as it was the first time he was being served like this.

Who doesn’t like a delicate and beautiful girl to be around him every day?

After washing his face and brushing his teeth, Ron sat down at the table, but Nia still stood there with her hands behind her back.

"Come and sit."

"That's not the rule~" Nia refused coquettishly.

Ron ignored her, walked over, took her hand, and pushed her across from him.

"I have the final say on the rules of our family."

Nia was a little overwhelmed at first, but after hearing this, she forced herself to suppress her joy and nodded.

Ron still didn't need to do anything next. Nia carefully divided the food on his plate so that it was just the right amount for a bite.

Looking at the pair of white and tender hands flying back and forth, Ron suddenly thought of something that would spoil the mood.

"Niya, from now on when you go to the bathroom, you are not allowed to use water, you must use toilet paper."

"Ah?!" Nia was caught off guard and was stunned on the spot.

"This is also the rule in our family, huh!"

"I know," Nia said with a blushing face, her voice as soft as a mosquito's hum.

Breakfast is the usual Indian style, with milk tea and naan bread.

Because Ron had already instructed her to do so, Nia prepared only vegetarian food.

She naively thought that Ron was maintaining the habits of a high caste, after all, Hindus mainly eat vegetarian food.

In fact, that was not the case at all. Ron was just thinking about his sphincter.

"I might not be home for lunch today, so you can buy something for yourself. The market is downstairs."

As he spoke, Ron counted out 200 rupees and gave it to her, being quite generous.

"It's too much, Baba." Nia waved her hands quickly and refused to accept it no matter what.

She knew Ron was unemployed and living off his savings, and now that she had another mouth to feed, the pressure would surely be even greater.

"Our family is rich now, take it." Ron shook a stack of bills in his hand.

He took out 4600 rupees in commission yesterday, plus the 20-pound tip from Smith, so Ron's savings have exceeded 5000 rupees.

The rent that I was worried about before is no longer a problem in an instant.

Seeing this huge sum of money, Nia finally carefully accepted the 200 rupees.

"I'll spend it sparingly, Baba."

Ron smiled and pinched her smooth chin, then wiped his mouth and prepared to go out.

"Oh, and don't run around anywhere else except near the market."

Tsk, when should I take little Nia to familiarize herself with the surrounding environment?

When I got downstairs, Anand, riding a tricycle, was waiting at the alley entrance with a strange smile on his face.

"I heard that a little maid came to see you yesterday. I thought you wouldn't be able to get out of bed in the morning."

"I can beat ten of them!" Ron rolled his eyes at him unhappily.

Anand laughed. “Usually, the more someone can’t do something, the more they emphasize it.”

"You'll see later." Ron got into the back seat in a very masterful manner.

"Seriously, would you like a paanti to perk you up? You must be exhausted from getting up from a woman this morning."

The paan that Anand refers to is a type of chewing tobacco, usually made by wrapping betel nut in leaves and mixing it with various spices.

The bright red juice splashed in the mouth after taking a bite, which was very popular among the locals. But Ron couldn't stand the strong taste and always kept a distance from betel nut.

"Let's go quickly and don't keep Mr. Smith waiting."

The important thing is to kill the fat sheep, and enjoyment can be put aside for later.

There was still some distance from where they lived to the Taj Mahal Hotel.

Anand's short legs were thick and strong, and he pedaled the tricycle quickly and steadily. They arrived at the hotel in just a quarter of an hour.

"We're here." He parked the car far away outside the hotel.

"Why don't you come closer?" After getting off the bus here, you still have to walk some distance to reach the door.

"Tricycles are not allowed to park in front of the hotel, let alone get close. You know, people like us who make a living are usually considered untouchable."

Although such differential treatment was somewhat inhumane, there was no resentment on Anand's face.

Perhaps this is the normal attitude of the upper castes towards the untouchables, and Ron is just an exception.

"Okay, I'll go in and ask. By the way, do you know any taxi drivers?"

"My cousin drives a taxi. If you need me, I can borrow one. I can also drive one."

"Wait a minute, I'll go find out."

Ron straightened his collar and walked into the hotel leisurely.

The security guard at the door just glanced at him and let him in.

Anand was not surprised by this. If it were him, he would have been kicked out long ago.

Whether it is Ron's appearance, skin color, or his words and deeds, Dalits can never learn them.

The differences between high castes and low castes include not only appearance, but also living habits, language habits, and body movements.

This is why no lower caste dares to pretend to be a higher caste, because it is too easy to be exposed.

The grandeur of the hall did not distract Ron.

After he went to the front desk and told the waiter his purpose, the waiter told him that the hotel had already called Smith to ask for sex.

It was easy once he got up. With the help of a 10-rupee tip, Ron dialed the number of Smith's room.

After saying a few words into the receiver, he hung up and went outside.

"Anand, go and hire a taxi. Mr. Smith is going to the temple and Elephanta Caves today."

Both places are very far away, and you can't reach them by noon just by riding a tricycle.

As soon as the topic of work came up, Anand rode away on his bike without saying a word.

Twenty minutes later, when Smith, dressed and ready, walked out of the hotel, a yellow taxi happened to be parked at the door.

"Ron, you did a great job! You're the most caring guide I've ever met."

"I promised you a full-service experience that's worth every penny." Ron bent down and opened the car door for him. "Should we go to the temple in the north first, or the Elephanta Caves in the south?"

"Let's go to the temple first, but before that, there's one thing we need to do?"

"Just say it."

"I don't have much rupees on me. I want to go to the Foreign Exchange Bureau or a bank to exchange some for rupees."

Yesterday's large purchase had drained all of Smith's previously exchanged foreign currency.

The two places we are going to today will cost money, so we need to prepare in advance.

After listening to Smith's explanation, Ron's head made a "ding" sound.

"Anand, do you know where I can exchange foreign currency? Not a bank or a foreign exchange bureau, but one of those..."

"Of course!" Anand shouted excitedly, "Black market! The exchange rate on the black market is much higher than the bank, and we even get a commission!"

Privately exchanging foreign currency has always been a lucrative business. Just like yesterday's solicitation, it is another major source of gray income for guides.

However, such good things don't happen often, and most foreign tourists are cautious and don't want to cause trouble.

Now seeing the fat sheep leaking oil again, Anand was drooling with greed.

The two of them whispered a few words, and Ron turned his head with a smile.

"Mr. Smith, the official exchange rate is only 1 rupees to the pound. But I know a place where I can get it up to 36."

"What?" Smith said, his mouth half open in surprise. "Is this safe? I don't want to get into trouble."

"Of course, I wouldn't tell ordinary customers about this. After all, I'm taking the risk myself."

Ron now had a frank expression on his face, as if he had made a great decision.

(End of this chapter)