I am a master in India

Chapter 95 Mountain Rain
Johnny came over on a motorcycle, an Enfield Bullet model, a single-cylinder, four-stroke, large-displacement motorcycle.

This thing is almost the supreme existence in the hearts of every boy in Mumbai. It is not only handsome but also very practical.

On crowded and chaotic streets, it can easily weave in and out of the crowd, or it can gallop wildly on the deserted seaside boulevard at midnight.

Johnny turned the throttle proudly, and the roar of the engine unsurprisingly attracted Ron's admiring gaze.

"It's beautiful, and not that thirsty. Want to get one? I know someone at a car dealership, and I guarantee you'll get a good price."

"Excellent!" Ron touched the wild-looking frame in admiration, "But this bike has a bad temper and isn't suitable for me."

Every man yearns for the thrill of speeding; riding the wind is a rare pleasure in the world. However, this usually involves a near-death experience, so he wasn't that radical.

"You missed the best way to attract girls." Johnny regretted his decision.

"Tell me, do you have good news for me?" Ron turned his attention away from the motorcycle.

"Khaderbai said Lady Elizabeth agreed."

"I don't mean to pry, but I'm curious what they talked about?"

"Transaction, a transaction involving an important person. Khaderbai will help Lady Elizabeth introduce the guest."

Ron understood that Lady Elizabeth, who had just arrived in Mumbai, was in urgent need of integrating into the city, and Hard Khan could open the door for her.

This was probably a circle of gangsters, congressmen, and wealthy people. Ron was not qualified yet. He didn't even know what Lady Elizabeth looked like.

He was not blinded by anger, nor did he foolishly shout for revenge, which would only bring trouble to himself.

He craves power, craves more wealth, and craves to seize every opportunity, such as the one right now.

"What do I need to do next?" Ron asked.

"No need to worry about anything. No one will interfere with your business. The owner of the textile factory will contact you soon." Johnny patted his shoulder.

"Where's the travel agency?"

"Khaderbhai has a meeting with an official next week. You should come with him."

"Okay." Ron nodded in agreement.

In just a few words, he understood the unspoken rules of the deal. The textile factory was one business, and the travel agency was another.

Ron wanted the land in exchange for helping Khad Khan start a travel agency business. Khad Khan used his connections in exchange for Lady Elizabeth giving up her involvement in the textile factory.

Everyone gets what they need and everyone has what they want.

That’s great. Although it took a long detour and involved some risks, it also saved me a lot of trouble.

No gangsters would harass him at the textile factory anymore because Khad Khan had endorsed the deal with his reputation.

"How are you and Parvati?" After the key matter was settled, Ron leaned against the street lamp and chatted with him.

"That's great, the three of us often go on dates together!"

"Three?" Ron's brain froze a little. "Why three?"

“Because there are three of them.”

"Three people dating together?"

"Correct."

"You dated two girls at the same time?" Ron was surprised. It turned out that besides him, there was someone else who could also deal with two girls at the same time.

"No, Ron. Every time we go on a date, Parvati always brings her mother. That's Kumar's wife, Aunt Dita. She sits between us, so it's a three-person date."

"Sounds..." Ron scratched his head. "It seems... interesting?"

"Yes, it's interesting! Of course it's interesting, very interesting! When I give Aunt Tita some food and drink, I can look at Parvati and she can look at me. This is our strategy.

Aunt Tita has a big appetite and she will eat non-stop during a three-hour movie. So I have to keep bringing her food so that I can stare at Parvati and smile at her. Thank God, one movie can't fill Aunt Tita up.

"Even Papa Kumar can't feed Aunt Tita." Ron nodded with deep feeling, and Johnny laughed.

"Wait, there seem to be a lot of people there?" Ron pointed to the distance.

A crowd of people, hundreds, thousands, rounded the corner and walked onto the broad seaside boulevard. They crossed the road and headed towards Ron and the others.

"Oh my God! I hope this is not a riot." Johnny, who was as strong as an bull, couldn't help but gasp when he saw the crowd.

The crowd was furious. Men and women shouted slogans and waved their fists. Their necks and shoulders were stiff with anger, and their stubborn faces were filled with pain and rage. They repeatedly shouted the name of Lord Rama, demanding revenge and a lesson for the Muslims.

Ron and Johnny were nervous as the crowd approached them. When someone saw the holy thread on Ron's wrist, they patted his shoulder and encouraged him to join the demonstration.

Most people, with bloodshot eyes, roamed the streets searching for targets, looking for those wearing white hats and veils, their eyes filled with hatred and cruelty.

Ron had no doubt that if he and Johnny were Muslims, they would be torn to pieces by the angry crowd at this moment.

"Mumbai is going to be in chaos!" Johnny sighed worriedly.

"What happened?" Ron didn't pay much attention to sectarian information. He usually read news from the economic section.

"The Babri Masjid in Uttar Pradesh has been destroyed and a war has broken out between Hindus and Muslims there. Soon this war will spread across the country."

Johnny was very sure. As a native Indian, he knew too well the deep blood feud between the two factions.

With just a spark and the instigation of radical elements, conflict will inevitably break out.

"Don't go out recently! I want to find Parvati!" Johnny suddenly stepped on the accelerator, quickly passed the surging crowd, and disappeared at the end of the road.

Bullshit! Ron hated the riots because they meant tourism to Mumbai would grind to a halt.

It was worse than the monsoon because the riots meant death and destruction, and no foreigner would risk coming to Mumbai at this time.

He had to tell Nia not to go out recently, as well as Mary and Lena. Oh, and he had to go to Kavia's place too.

But before that, he wanted to get the land. To avoid any more trouble, he had to find Sharma as soon as possible.

Ron was surprised when he saw Sharma again. His ears were wrapped in gauze, and there were obvious bruises on his eyes and nose. His originally pot-bellied figure had become much thinner.

"Dude, you don't look good."

"It's okay, it's all over." Sharma waved his hand lightly, looking as if a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders.

The place where they met was the same residential building as last time. This time, Sharma did not hide anything, but opened the door and welcomed Ron and the others in.

However, when he saw the tall Vinod and the several strong men following Ron, he still shuddered subconsciously.

"Don't get me wrong, they're just worried about me."

"I know it's a mess outside." Sharma shook his head.

Having suffered a loss once, Ron certainly wouldn't act alone now. Especially with the increasingly tense situation between India and Muslims, it was always better to be cautious.

In addition to these bodyguards, Ron also brought a lawyer and the company's accountant Harus, who will be used in the next process.

"So have you sorted out all the problems on your end?" Ron gave him a suggestive look.

"Of course, without those assholes getting in the way, I could find a lot of connections."

"Then let's get started." Ron didn't waste any words and directly asked the lawyer and Harus to start auditing the materials on the table.

Since being released by Mrs. Elizabeth's men, Sharma soon received a call from Ron.

Things were simple after that. Since he had the guarantee of the gangster boss, Sharma began to use his own methods without any scruples.

He had been doing business in Mumbai for many years and was familiar with all the operations. Soon the bank signed an agreement to terminate the mortgage contract.

Ron came here today to complete the last step of the transaction and sign the sales contract.

After receiving a signal from the lawyer and Harus, Ron finally smiled. He happily picked up the contract and signed his name. Sharma was even more impatient than him.

"This is US dollars, just as we agreed last time." At Ron's signal, Vinod put a black suitcase on the table.

"Happy cooperation, Baba!" Sharma was dazzled by the green banknotes.

"Goodbye! And I wish you ten daughters, and may each of them find a good home!"

Ron had uttered the most polite and vicious curse in Indian business, a harsh rebuke to Sharma. Unless you're incredibly wealthy, ten daughters will bankrupt you.

Vinod and the others laughed, but Sharma was cursing inside the house. This guy is a black-hearted capitalist, even more evil than Ron!
On the way back, Ron felt that the streets of Mumbai were much more desolate. The vendors who usually hawked their wares along the streets and the beggars who flocked to them were now gone.

Perhaps these poor people struggling at the bottom of society can more keenly feel the atmosphere of impending storm.

"Boom!" A muffled sound of collapse was heard in the distance, and several people in the car looked over subconsciously.

The huge crowd was running, shouting, and chasing each other.
Winter has arrived in Mumbai.

(End of this chapter)