I'm a Master in India

"Brother, are you really not going to consider it? Just invest this money in the business, and you'll get several times the return later!"

"Luca, I told you, not now. You have no idea how much I spent at the Palace last night. Without this cut, I might even go bankrupt."

"Nonsense!" Luca slapped him angrily, but quickly leaned in with a slightly lecherous look, "Speaking of which, what's it like inside the Palace?"

"Heaven! Have you heard of 'Shooting to Identify Women'? Have you heard of 'Human Chairs'?"

After Ron explained the exquisite details, Luca was itching with anticipation, scratching his ears and cheeks.

"Damn, you Mumbai people know how to have fun?"

"These are just two items from an eight-page menu, understand? Not even enough to brag about to others."

*Hiss*~ Luca gasped, suddenly wanting to collect a copy of the Palace menu.

"After delivering the goods to international waters this time, I'll stay in Mumbai."

"What do you want to do?" Ron eyed him suspiciously.

"Since the business has started, there's no reason for it to stop. I'll stay in Mumbai to coordinate everything."

"Alright, that works. We can go see Pant anytime in the future, and you can even set up a trading company as a cover."

"Ahem, I actually wanted to ask if you need an introduction to go to the Palace? Which technician has the best technique?" Luca interrupted him.

"So this is your real goal, isn't it?" Ron laughed. "Aren't the Brazilian girls hot enough?"

"Their shows are too old-fashioned, vulgar!"

"Fair enough, but before you go to the Palace, let's sort out the current business."

Luca went big this time. He and his group of Brazilian friends pooled together a massive sum of $350,000, which was almost their entire savings.

The previous two transactions had proven that the pharmaceutical business was very profitable, with certain specialty drugs yielding higher profits than marijuana.

Since that's the case, let's go all in! Brazilians are very adventurous; they dare to gamble their entire fortune.

Ron didn't hold back either, taking his full 30% commission. $100,000 went directly into his pocket, though a small portion of that would go to Harry and the customs officials.

Don't look at Luca's capital being reduced by a third; as long as they ship this batch of goods back, they can earn three to four times the profit.

If they're lucky, $250,000 can turn into $800,000. Otherwise, these Brazilians would never have agreed to Ron cutting off 30% of their capital.

The pharmaceutical smuggling business is highly profitable at every step. Whoever takes on more risk also earns more.

However, human greed is endless. Luca wanted to persuade Ron not to take a commission but to invest the money in their business.

Ron didn't give in. If Luca were to be based in Mumbai permanently in the future, he might consider it.

$250,000 worth of pharmaceuticals was enough to fill an entire container. Wooden boats like those at the fishing village pier wouldn't work, so they switched to an iron ship this time.

They didn't need the previous disguises either; they could just carry the boxes directly onto the ship.

"Brother, why is customs suddenly so accommodating? They actually allowed us to openly go to international waters right under their noses."

"There's nothing that one trip to the Palace can't fix. If there is, go twice."

Men and women at the pier were busy loading goods, creating a lively scene. Even children were running around on the deck, carrying bamboo baskets on their heads.

Afterwards, everyone would receive a generous tip, which was a huge boon for the people from the slums.

Ten-odd tons of pharmaceuticals kept the villagers busy for quite a while. Anand also ran back and forth with them. He was covered in sweat, his yellow shirt sticking to his skin as if it had been soaked, but he was incredibly happy.

"Ron, it's all done." After counting the last box of goods, he excitedly ran over to report.

"Tell Arjun to get ready to sail. Same old place, Arabian international waters. What about you?" Ron turned and asked Luca.

"I have to see this batch of goods sent off with my own eyes, and then I'll come back. I told you, I'm staying in Mumbai."

"OK, Anand will go with you."

Arjun, the boat captain, was shouting orders for the crew to raise the anchor. Anand was also putting on airs beside him. Seeing how busy he was, it was as if the ship couldn't sail without him.

"Anand, do you like the sea?" Ron asked with a smile.

"Besides women, what I like most is the sea! Every morning I take a dump here, a good, unrestrained dump!"

The crowd burst into laughter, and the women mocked him with sharp voices, but Anand was incredibly proud, as if it were the most beautiful praise in the world.

"What's 'pie tiao'?" Luca asked, confused.

"Taking a dump, understand? There are no toilets in the slums, and the sea accepts everything."

"Oh!" Luca's face crumpled. Just that afternoon, he had secretly found a deserted spot and enjoyed a swim.

"Alright, I should get off the ship now. We'll have a drink together when you get back."

The rumbling diesel engine began to roar. The fishermen, men and women alike on the pier, cheered excitedly towards the ship.

Arjun also dropped his serious expression at this moment, whistling and waving to the crowd, looking incredibly proud.

He was the owner of the iron-hulled ship beneath his feet and a resident of the fishing village. He had engaged in smuggling before.

Back then, he transported bearings from Singapore to India, making the round trip thirty to forty times over several years.

People from the fishing village would also go out to sea with him, bringing back electronic watches from Singapore and selling them at high prices on the black market.

Until after the bombing incident, during one smuggling trip, his boat was seized by customs.

At that time, the atmosphere in Mumbai was tense, and customs refused to be lenient, fining him all the money he had earned over the past three years in one go.

Then Ron intervened. He contacted Harry and paid a 300,000 Rupee ransom for Arjun, only then was the ship returned.

Arjun was penniless and heavily in debt. He straightforwardly mortgaged the ship under Ron's name.

Ron didn't make things difficult for him, letting him handle shipping for Sure Electric as repayment. It was still a round trip between Singapore and Mumbai, but no longer secretly, but openly and legitimately.

Of course, at crucial times, he would revert to his old profession, like now.

As a whistle sounded, the rusty, ugly iron-hulled ship slowly moved its massive body.

Customs officials and fishermen watching the spectacle on the shore pointed at it together, as if discussing how much they would gain from this trip.

Ron glanced at it a few times, then stopped paying attention.

Everyone here was on their side; there was nothing to worry about.

After completing this deal with Luca, the money Ron actually received in the end was about over $80,000.

Out of the $100,000, ten thousand went to Harry and his group, and the remaining few thousand dollars were to be shared with Anand and the fishing village.

After deducting the public relations fees for the Palace, that's roughly what was left. Calculated at the current exchange rate, it was less than 2.5 million Rupees.

It was barely enough to buy a villa in a place like South Mumbai.

But Ron didn't plan to spend this money because it was US dollars.

His Sure Electric company needed US dollars, whether for buying equipment or technology later on.

Rupees, a controlled currency, were no different from waste paper internationally.

Especially after the unrest, a large amount of capital fled, causing the US dollar exchange rate in the Mumbai black market to reach a new high.

At this time, anyone who wasn't a fool wouldn't let go of their US dollars. Ron was also hoarding US dollars; he hadn't been to the foreign exchange black market in a long time.

Had Khan also had no objections because Ron had helped him establish the travel agency connection, he would earn even more in the future.

The over 4 million Rupees in profit from the Sure Electric factory were also not easy to touch.

2 million was used for TV commercials, and the two newly bought second-hand injection molding machines also cost 1.6 million Rupees.

See, he was out of money. He earned fast, but spent fast too.

The planned factory expansion, raw material procurement, paying workers' salaries... all these would even require Ron to pay out of his own pocket.

Adding everything up, he realized he was still very poor!

"Lajhu, why do I own a factory but still can't afford a house?"

"Mr. Sure..." Lajhu's face was flushed.

"Call me Papa."

"Papa..." Lajhu felt a bit stifled. "C-can you get up first?"

"Oh," Ron changed the position of his head. It was really soft.

He didn't know when it started, but he had to rest his head on something soft during his nap to fall asleep.

Lounge chairs and pillows wouldn't do; real flesh was the answer, so he could only trouble Lajhu.

After tilting his head and taking a deep sniff, Ron stood up with a look of longing and stretched.

Lajhu had already prepared cool water and a wet towel for him. Ron lifted his chin, and she immediately began carefully wiping his face and neck.

Oh dear, little Niya's job was taken by someone else.

However, Lajhu was quite a competent personal secretary. Ever since she arrived, Ron had become a spoiled master.

He had refused at first, but alas, Lajhu was truly suitable as a pillow and knew how to serve people.

Her skin wasn't that fair, but the wheat color was also good. You could tell she had strong desires just by looking.

Look at that figure, and that dark, long hair, it's the rope for men to climb to heaven.

Ron couldn't help but want to satisfy himself a few times, like riding a horse, but footsteps came from outside.

"Boss! Boss!" Ashish deliberately raised his voice before entering.

"Come in," Ron said grumpily.

This kid was afraid of stumbling upon something indescribable, so he would stomp heavily and shout repeatedly before entering every time.

Am I someone so desperate? I can't exactly have a 'firefight' in the office, can I? Ron muttered inwardly.

He highly suspected Ashish had planned this all along. Saying his sister needed to earn money for a dowry was clearly because he had designs on Ron (using his sister).

As long as Lajhu was placed here, his goal was achieved. Ashish understood Indian men too well; they could even 'fire' at posters on the wall, let alone a real person.

Even if nothing happened in the end, it didn't matter. He just needed to make the people in the factory think that Ron and Lajhu's relationship was extraordinary, and then he would still be the top dog at Sure Electric factory.

Ashish had been feeling a sense of crisis lately. Sure Electric factory had hired two more engineers with higher qualifications than him. The new salesman was smooth-talking and often managed to bring in big orders for Ron.

He couldn't afford not to be diligent, so Ashish could only think of ways from the 'lower routes'.

"What is it?" Ron asked, looking through documents.

"Boss, come here."

Ron couldn't help but roll his eyes. The old habit of Indians was acting up again.

"If you have something to say, say it quickly. Don't have this bad habit again."

"Boss, you need to go see the dormitory." Ashish stood properly.

"The dormitory?"

"It's the wooden house to the north, the Sure Slum."