I'm a Master in India

This time, Luca landed directly and openly at the Mumbai dock. He was a connected person.

With just one phone call from Ron, not only did the customs not make things difficult for him, but they even exempted him from customs inspection.

"My brother's ship is still on the high seas. When can he also sail into the dock?"

"Don't even think about it. Have you ever seen smuggling done so brazenly?" Ron punched him on the shoulder in annoyance.

"But I heard you became a hero here. Don't you have any privileges?"

"No matter what, I can't treat the entire customs office and hundreds of police officers as blind."

Luca entered the port on a fishing boat. His brother was still staying near the Persian Gulf.

They would buy some supplies at a port in Oman and wait for news from Luca. With just a satellite phone call, they could arrive within 2 days.

"Oh right, brother, tell me about your experience during the Mumbai attack. Such an exciting story, and you didn't even share it with me?"

"I almost died in the explosion. The motorcycle with the bomb was right under my nose, and it almost hit me!"

"Oh!" Luca listened with great excitement, "Mumbai is wilder than Brazil. You guys are playing with bombs, while we're still shooting at each other with small pistols. It's totally lame!"

"If you want to experience it firsthand, why don't you go find trouble with the Muslims? It's said there are still thousands of kilograms of RDX that haven't been found."

"God, that could blow up the entire dock!" Luca stumbled under his feet, terrified by the number.

"The good news is that these explosives were also smuggled in. Our medicine is much more harmless compared to them, so you don't have to worry about customs issues."

Ron patted Luca's shoulder and went to greet the customs police on his own.

Small scene. The explosives hidden by the Mumbai gangs are far more than thousands of kilograms, even several times more.

Ajay revealed to Ron that because of the recent thorough investigation of the bombing case, many gangs are quietly transferring explosives.

Some were sold to Punjab, some to Kashmir, and the Mumbai police are turning a blind eye to this.

After all, it's better to explode elsewhere than in Mumbai.

"I've already contacted Pant. He still needs a few days to prepare the goods. You can stay at Xiangtu's Indian guesthouse for now."

"Xiangtu and I are old acquaintances," Luca waved his hand indifferently, "After taking a shower, I'll go to Leopold Cafe for a drink. Are Dejan and Viraj and those guys still there?"

"They ran off to Goa to avoid the limelight long ago. The sound of the explosion that day scared them away." Because these people weren't around, Ron hadn't been to Leopold Cafe for a long time either.

Among that group of friends, only Ron and Mary remained in Mumbai. Ron was there for business, and Mary and Leena were reluctant to give up their Bollywood careers.

"Damn, they ran away too quickly, they didn't even notify me," Luca complained.

"You're far away in Brazil, that place was much safer than Mumbai at the time. Anyway, don't run around lately, think about your experience last time you came."

Ron's warning made Luca unconsciously touch his forehead. The memory of being knocked out last time was still vivid.

Speaking of which, this guy was also bold. While other foreigners were desperately fleeing Mumbai, he insisted on squeezing in.

The green dollars can make people disregard everything.

"Who is this?"

"My sister, Raju?" Ashish smiled and shook his head.

"So why is your sister here?" Ron looked at the girl in front of him with a confused expression.

"Secretary!" Ashish winked, and Raju quickly began to tidy up Ron's office.

"Wait!" Ron looked at Ashish, this smart guy, with a face full of question marks, "Did you arrange this?"

"Boss, didn't you say you were looking for a secretary? I've always remembered. My sister Raju is educated, she's very suitable."

Raju looked up and smiled at Ron when she heard this, then continued to help him tidy up his messy office.

Frankly speaking, Raju was very beautiful. Her skin was not as fair and tender as Nia's, and even a little darker than Kavya's.

But her face shape was very good, possessing both the gentleness of Eastern women and the charm of Western women.

But the problem wasn't here, Ron wasn't prepared at all.

"You should have told me in advance, Ashish." He tapped the table.

"Of course, she's here for a trial today. If the boss isn't satisfied, just let her go home." Ashish's tone was indifferent.

It was as if he wasn't discussing his own sister, but some commodity.

"Alright, that's how it is today. Do you remember why I called you here?"

"Regarding customer usage feedback," Ashish flipped through his notebook, "The most frequent problem is in larger rooms, where the cooling effect of the water air conditioner significantly decreases."

"Is there a way to solve it?" Ron didn't waste any words and went straight to the point.

"Relying solely on fans and natural water evaporation, it's difficult to make breakthrough progress. Unless another compressor and evaporator are added."

"That sounds a bit like a regular air conditioner?" Ron asked uncertainly.

"Somewhat similar, but not quite the same. The compressor can ensure that the cooling cycle continues, and the evaporator is responsible for cooling the water in the tank..."

"Okay, stop!" Ron rubbed his head in frustration. These technical guys, once they start talking, they can't stop.

He didn't understand, so why explain in such detail?

Dong, a cup of iced coffee was placed in front of him.

Ron looked up, and Raju smiled sweetly.

Slurp, with a sip of iced coffee, Ron was instantly refreshed.

"I only care about two questions: How much will this increase the cost? When can it be done?"

"The cost of the luxury model will increase to at least 5,000 rupees. I can't handle the technology either, unless my professor comes out."

"What!" Ron almost spit out a mouthful of coffee.

So, you just raise the questions, but you can't solve them yourself?

Then should you be the boss?

"Boss, after adding these parts, the difficulty of redesigning is not much different from a regular air conditioner," Ashish said somewhat aggrievedly.

"Then tell me, how do we solve it? Find your university professor?"

"He's a Muslim."

Damn it, Ron was so angry he wanted to hit someone. Who doesn't know that the Shiv Sena has recently publicly announced that they want to protect Ron Sur?

Those Muslims hate the Shiv Sena to the core, would they kindly help him?

Tap, a pair of soft hands rested on Ron's shoulders, then gently massaged them.

Hiss~ Raju's massage skills, it's quite comfortable.

"Boss, my professor will definitely help you." Ashish came closer with a smiling face.

"How do you know?" Ron grunted comfortably.

"I asked the professor, and he is willing to help you with the design plan."

"Huh?" Ron opened his eyes, "How so?"

"He said Dr. Sur is a good person. Muslims repay grudges with grudges and kindness with kindness."

Ron's body stiffened. Why did that sound chilling? Forget it, as long as the problem is solved.

However, Ashish made him look at him in a new light. This subjective initiative was quite good.

The previous salary increase was not in vain. Ashish was indeed a qualified workhorse.

"Thank your professor for me. If the opportunity is right in the future, I will visit him."

"No problem, he will understand, after all, it's not safe now." Ashish only dared to visit his professor at night.

Otherwise, if a Hindu goes into a Muslim's house during the day, what are they trying to do?

"What about the cost? Isn't 5,000 rupees too high?" Ron was a bit conflicted.

"The water air conditioner with a compressor and evaporator is functionally not inferior to a regular air conditioner. It's even healthier, just as you said, boss, it won't cause headaches and is good for beauty."

"That is to say, it can be promoted as a real high-end air conditioner to wealthy families who value quality of life?"

"With a compressor, even a larger room isn't a problem. You can even connect the entire house to the water air conditioning system." Ashish had bigger technical ambitions.

"One step at a time, let's solve the immediate problem first." Ron was much calmer.

A cost of 5,000 rupees had already exceeded his psychological limit. If he wanted to make a profit, the selling price of this water air conditioner would have to be around 15,000 rupees.

This price was too high, almost on par with the selling price of regular air conditioners. Given this, why would people buy an unheard-of water air conditioner?

Apart from the truly wealthy trying something new, it would probably be difficult to find other customers.

As for designing a water air conditioning system for the entire house, to be honest, Ron had no ideas for now.

The reason why Sur Electric's water air conditioners were selling so well now was because they were cheap.

Mastering the current basic market was enough for Ron to develop and grow. Water air conditioners with compressors could also be developed, just to enhance the brand image.

In fact, if possible, Ron wanted Sur Electric to directly make regular air conditioners in the future.

Don't bother with fancy water air conditioners, this thing has limited market acceptance. It's okay to take a niche path with a low-price strategy, but the high-end route still has to return to normal market choices.

Next, Ashish mentioned a few more customer feedback issues, but most of them were minor problems like noise and installation, which he could improve himself.

To be honest, Ashish found Ron's approach of valuing user feedback quite rare.

This was India, after all. As long as the product didn't fall apart after being sold, that was good enough. There weren't that many requirements.

Tata cars even make a "Tata" sound when driven, and has anyone complained? No, the Indian people are used to this kind of manufacturing quality.

If something you bought didn't have any problems, that would be abnormal.

After sending Ashish away, Ron called Anish. Sur Electric was already operating in two shifts, and the latter was handling these matters.

Since getting this production manager, Ron had become much more relaxed. Now, apart from receiving some distributors, he had nothing else to do.

If he hired two more qualified salespeople, Ron could completely be a hands-off boss.

There were no problems with Anish. He just suggested that Ron expand the workshop as soon as possible. The backlog of production tasks at Sur Electric was suffocating him.

Ron promised him. The equipment from Europe would arrive at the port in another week. Adding two more production lines at that time would greatly reduce Anish's pressure.

Making money quickly, spending money quickly too.

"Happy troubles." Ron stretched lazily.

Hmm, Raju's slender fingers massaged his temples at the right time.

Ron relaxed his body.

Comfortable~ This is the life a master should have.

"Ron! You didn't even tell me you opened such a big factory!"

Luca rushed in excitedly, and after seeing the seductive scene in the office, he retreated with a lewd expression.

"Alright, just say what you want to say." Ron signaled Raju to make two cups of coffee.

"Brother, you're too damn happy!"

Ron glared, and the latter immediately changed his tune.

"Medicine, it's been a week, Pant should have some news by now, right?"