I'm a Master in India

In the past May, Surya Appliances shipped a total of 50,000 units of various models of water coolers, which was the highest monthly sales to date.

The advertising effect on All India Television was very good, and more than twenty states successively had dealers coming to the door.

Even though Mumbai's rainy season is coming soon, according to the production plan, Surya Appliances' shipments in June will continue to set a new high.

The Pakistanis in the north are trying every means to get goods; this is truly gaining international fame.

Coupled with Kavya's previous promotion in 'The Times of India', Surya Appliances is already subtly showing signs of being a well-known Indian brand.

After several attempts and efforts, Kavya finally persuaded the editor-in-chief to write a report about the rise of Surya Appliances.

India had just liberalized its economic policies in '91, and the government needed emerging enterprises like Surya Appliances to promote the success of its policies.

As they knew each other's background well, Ron personally took Kavya to visit the Surya Appliances factory, while Laju quietly followed behind without making a sound.

"So how was the revenue in May?" she asked.

"Over 30 million rupees, with a net profit close to 20 million." Ron's mouth was split so wide it couldn't close.

"Wow, this already surpasses many large companies."

"This month will be even higher. Oh, right, profit..."

"I understand, only write about sales, not specific profits." Kavya gave him a reassuring look.

Don't show off your wealth; in India, you also need to know how to conceal it.

Ron still remembered the incident at the police station last time.

God knows if some hotheads will come looking for him to extort a sum after this number gets out.

In Mumbai, both the underworld and the authorities gave him some face more or less, but if it gets on national news, those big sharks might be different.

"What about the workers? How big is Surya Appliances now?" Kavya directed the photographer behind her to take shots in the newly completed workshop.

"Over six hundred people. Just salaries alone cost 1.5 million rupees every month."

"This is what's worth highlighting." Kavya quickly jotted it down in her small notebook.

Providing thousands of jobs for Mumbai, whether it's the Congress Party or the BJP, they will all come to endorse.

Ron trusted Kavya's writing skills. She's his woman, after all, there's nothing to say about that.

After taking the newspaper people around Surya Appliances again and boasting about future investment plans, Ron thoughtfully prepared a thick envelope for each of Kavya's colleagues.

Upon receiving the travel allowance, the newspaper people became even more fawning, throwing out lavish praise as if it cost nothing.

Kavya was also very happy; Ron gave her enough face, allowing her to greatly gain face in front of her colleagues.

She hugged Ron's arm, her watery eyes seemed to melt people.

Taking advantage of the break her newspaper colleagues were taking, she also followed him into the office.

"Your colleagues need to rest a bit longer, should we..."

"No, I'll lose a lot of face that way." Kavya refused.

Ron ignored her. As for the office, he liked this kind of vibe.

Just as the good show was about to start, Laju came in.

Kavya wanted to scream, but Ron covered her mouth a step ahead.

Thus, a bizarre scene appeared.

Laju stood at the doorway dumbfounded. Her mind frozen, she didn't know whether to enter or retreat.

The people in the office were also stunned, mainly because Kavya was stiff all over, but Ron didn't stop.

Everyone wasn't an outsider, what was he nervous about?

If it weren't for the wrong timing, Ron would have even wanted to pull Laju in.

Finally, Laju did close the door, but she didn't leave; she just guarded the doorway until it was completely quiet inside.

"You're really a scoundrel!" Half an hour later, Kavya opened her makeup mirror to touch up her makeup.

"You're very beautiful today." Ron liked her professional suit.

"I'm definitely going to be the news among my newspaper colleagues." She was very anxious, blaming Ron for not being a gentleman.

"Nobody knows what happened here. The envelopes in their hands will tell them what to do."

"When did you become so wild?" Kavya felt Ron was overly excited.

"Uh... the payment from Surya Appliances has arrived.

You know, tens of millions of rupees, nobody can stay calm."

Actually, it was Laju's live viewing that aroused the Indian genes in his body.

Well, he's an Indian guy, it's a traditional skill.

"What about your secretary?" Kavya looked at him without batting an eyelid.

"She knows what to do." Ron pretended not to care.

"She's very pretty, and her figure is great too."

"I am a Brahmin, while she is just a Vaishya." Ron showed disdain.

"Really?" Kavya became more and more suspicious.

Ron never emphasized caste before. A woman's intuition told her something was wrong.

"Of course, noble Brahmins cannot be defiled," Ron said righteously, but in his mind, he was thinking Laju hadn't tried the office scene yet and should arrange it as soon as possible.

"Oh dear, I need to get out quickly, otherwise they will really become suspicious." Kavya finished touching up her makeup and hurried out.

"My dear, you said you still need to shoot some material in the slums, I'll take you." Ron chased after her.

Outside the door, Laju walked in enviously and started cleaning up the mess.

The water cup on the desk was knocked over, with a gurgling sound and water stains, soiling many documents.

Kavya was a social reporter, and reporting on the events of Mumbai's lower class was her main job.

The rainy season was coming, and the entire city was preparing for it.

She needed to shoot some material, and the best place to go was the slums.

This was quite a challenge for a woman, so after choosing and choosing, Ron's place was still the safest.

As soon as they entered the periphery, noisy sounds filled the surroundings.

The cries of vendors, the sounds of children playing, women laughing loudly, extremely distorted love songs coming from radios, and the sounds of various animals.

"Why are there so many animal sounds?" she asked.

"Because many street performers come here to take shelter from the rain," Ron explained.

In a few more days, the heavy rain will come, and many itinerant laborers and performers will start to find shelter in slums throughout the city.

Ron's slum also had three groups of snake charmers, a troupe of monkey trainers, and many people who raised parrots and other songbirds settling down.

Horses were tied up in the wasteland in the distance, there were several goats, pigs, chickens, and buffaloes each, and even a camel and an elephant.

The slum practically became a super-large ark, providing shelter for various animals when the flood came.

The people here welcomed the animals, which could add a lot of fun to the slum. Of course, they also brought some trouble.

On the first night of their stay, when everyone was sleeping, one of the monkey trainer's monkeys ran away.

This mischievous monkey jumped around on the roofs of several small huts, then lowered its head and slipped into the hut of a group of snake charmers.

The snake charmers kept the cobras in covered wicker baskets, with a stone placed on each lid.

That monkey removed one of the stones and opened a wicker basket containing three cobras.

The monkey climbed onto the safe rooftop and shrieked loudly, waking up the snake charmers, who shouted a warning.

Snakes! Snakes!

The slum was instantly in chaos. Sleepy-eyed residents ran around with kerosene lamps and torches; they took out sticks and poles and hit each other's legs.

Some fragile thatched huts were knocked over directly. Finally, Ashish organized two search teams and captured the escaped cobras in the middle of the night.

Hearing these interesting stories, Kavya giggled.

"Actually, the slum was already overcrowded, but when the heavy rain was about to come, they still accepted the displaced people as much as possible.

Even the demolition committee would not mobilize at this time; everyone would get through the difficulties together."

The rainy season is a rare time when the city of Mumbai releases kindness.

"Excellent, I need this kind of material." Kavya kept taking photos everywhere.

As they were talking, a few more mischievous monkeys were scurrying across the rooftops.

"Be careful of them. These monkeys are skilled in many ways, and each one has first-class stealing skills."

"What?" Kavya was puzzled.

"You'll know when we get there." Ron took her and continued walking.

The doors of every household in the slum were unlocked because there was no point.

Monkeys could roam freely and show off their skills here.

They favored little girls' glass bracelets, copper bangles, and anklets.

Even though the monkey trainers had bought them fancy little things to tie on their furry arms and legs, they still couldn't resist the urge to steal these kinds of ornaments.

So when the group arrived at an open space, they saw a monkey trainer sitting behind a table that had just been set up, looking embarrassed.

On it were things their monkeys had stolen, and now they had no choice but to display them for the owners to claim.

"I gave them an idea, which was to tie bells on all the monkeys.

This way, when they ran around, everyone would notice.

But look..."

Ron pointed. In a deserted alley nearby, two monkeys were walking swaggeringly.

One of them had already removed the bell from its neck and was walking upright on two legs.

One after the other with the other monkey, and simultaneously using both hands to hold the bell on its companion's body to prevent it from making a sound.

Kavya burst into laughter; these monkeys have practically become spirits.

"Although the slum is a bit dirty, the people here are very kind," she said with some emotion.

"You'd better not look at other slums with the same eyes," Ron reminded her.

"What do you mean?"

"I made all those thugs get lost, otherwise why do you think it's so peaceful here?"

Ron had absolute authority in his slum; who could enter and who had to leave, he decided with a single word.

"You still manage things here?" Kavya was a little surprised.

"Normally Anand manages it, but he's in Brazil, so I'll look after it."

This was a force that could not be ignored, and Ron needed to assert his authority from time to time.

"Then you have a lot to worry about." Kavya carefully avoided the puddles under her feet.

Her legs were spread a bit wide, and then she felt a cool sensation.

"What's wrong?" Ron asked strangely.

"Scoundrel!"

Kavya awkwardly turned around. Her legs felt slippery, and she needed to go deal with it.

Ron was bewildered. Women's thoughts are really hard to guess.

"You said you were going back to Uttar Pradesh?" she asked from a distance ahead.

"To inspect the branch factory, and shoot a movie along the way."

"A movie?"

"Yes, the preparations are almost complete."

Mary and the others have already informed Ron that the male lead is about to be in place.

They are about to set off.