I'm a Master in India

On the third page of the newspaper, there was an article about him.

It talked about the peculiar effectiveness of Sur Electrical Appliances products, as well as Ron's own miraculous abilities.

The article briefly introduced Ron's life and caste, including his deeds during the bombing incident.

Then, through the accounts of several witnesses, it depicted the miracles of Ron and Sur Electrical Appliances products using mystical power to heal illnesses.

One old man claimed that using a water cooler had cured his eye disease, and another woman said her hearing had been fully restored.

There was also an elderly man who said that he only touched the top of Ron's foot, and his shrunken lung was restored to health.

They swore that Ron's power had cured their illnesses.

He was the sole incarnation of the Sun God, presiding over health, vitality, and prosperity.

Anything he touched retained his power and could heal illnesses.

People who were blessed could heal themselves even if they got sick.

The entire article described various miracles, hinting in every word that Sur Electrical Appliances products had been personally blessed by Ron.

Isn't this definitely a fantasy novel?

Ron flipped through the newspaper, the writer was right before his eyes, Kavya.

"Many newspapers across the country published my article," Kavya said smugly.

"So those people outside are all thanks to you?"

"I didn't make up these stories; they themselves firmly believe them," she quickly explained.

"I just went to the Northern State for a month, and now I'm back and I've become the Sun God."

Ron didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Are Indians all this abstract?

"That's because of your good reputation," Kavya didn't think so, "You've helped too many people with their illnesses; they were eager to come forward and speak."

"You mean the free clinics before?" Ron raised an eyebrow.

"Indians are loyal and righteous, especially the poor.

You can't imagine how much impact it had on them for a Brahmin to treat the poor.

It's also fortunate that you treated them as a doctor; otherwise, other Brahmin groups would have long since sneered at you.

They think it's excusable because you are a doctor."

"So you wrote this article? Using the incarnation of the Sun God to interpret my actions, so that those Brahmins would eliminate the last bit of resentment in their hearts?"

"After all, the Sun God shines on everyone, regardless of caste," Kavya tilted her chin slightly, her posture elegant.

"Oh!

You've thought it all through for me."

Ron liked her more and more.

"You are a doctor, your caste belongs to the Sun God, and the Sun God is in charge of light and health, driving away darkness and disease.

If you say it's a coincidence, I estimate many people won't believe it."

"I didn't know you also had the talent of an astrologer?" Ron was surprised.

Kavya, as a journalist, had started acting like a charlatan.

"I'm feeling a little unwell, so Lord Sun God, can you bless me and drive away my fatigue?" She spoke the most provocative words with the most arrogant posture.

"Injection! Injection! I'll bless you right now!" Ron recalled the office game from last time.

He felt that Kavya was a little addicted; this was her weakness!

Hearing that Ron was back, Laju, who had rushed to the office door, was stunned.

Why was the door closed?

Before she could think further, the sound of tables colliding came from inside.

Laju was an experienced woman; her mind was already filled with images.

She frowned, wanting to leave, but was afraid others would come, so she could only helplessly guard the door first.

After Kavya left refreshed, she entered the office with a complex look in her eyes.

"Go call Ashish," Ron moved the tables and chairs back to their original positions.

"Sir, you should rest for a while," Laju poured him tea, pouting.

Huh, why isn't this little girl calling him Baba anymore?

Ron was strange.

Could it be that she also wanted an injection?

Laju ignored him and opened the window to ventilate the room, the smell in the room making her frown.

After smelling it for a long time, she even felt a little lightheaded.

"Forget it, I'll call Ashish later."

The office door closed once again.

Ron found that after returning from the Northern State, he had become decadent.

The life of the Brahmin lords there had given rise to a trace of twisted desire in his heart.

After the restlessness was soothed, Ron once again gathered the core members of Sur Electrical Appliances.

Ashish from the Technical Department, Harus from the Finance Department, Anis from the Production Department, and Dharmendra from the Sales Department.

"Tell me, why were you in such a hurry for me to return to Mumbai?

What exactly is going on?"

"Boss, did you see the advertisement in the newspaper?" Ashish spoke impatiently.

"Newspaper?" Ron was stunned.

He had just been focused on reading the mythological stories and hadn't paid attention to anything else.

"Look," Ashish spread out the page he had prepared earlier, "It's exactly the same as our water cooler."

Ron glanced at it.

How was it just the same?

Even the names were similar.

Sunil Electrical Appliances!

What kind of genius came up with that name?

Apart from the brand logo, the other party's water cooler copied Sur Electrical Appliances inside and out, from color to shape.

Instead of saying they were counterfeit, it was more direct to say they were blatant imitation.

"Their product doesn't seem to be very good?" Ron felt a strong sense of inferiority just by looking at the pictures.

"But they're cheap!" Ashish pointed to the price, "Less than 300 rupees!"

Ron looked up at Dharmendra, who was in charge of sales, and the latter nodded affirmatively.

"I did hear rumors that some distributors are contacting this Sunil Electrical Appliances."

"What about the cost?

What is the basis for their pricing?" He then looked at Anis from the Production Department.

"I haven't seen their product, but I guess the other party used inferior domestic parts as substitutes," Anis was very familiar with the raw material channels.

"I'm just curious, where did this Sunil Electrical Appliances come from?

I've never heard of them before."

Ron had also paid attention to his counterparts in Mumbai, but he had never heard of this brand.

"They used to make electric fans," Ashish explained, "They just changed their name recently."

"Just to imitate our Sur Electrical Appliances?" Ron frowned.

"You can't say that either," Ashish's expression was strange, and the others were mostly the same.

"What's going on?" Ron was a little curious.

"Their original brand was called Fengshen, but the boss's name is Sunil, so changing the name is perfectly reasonable."

Ashish was very helpless.

At first, Sur Electrical Appliances had warned the other party, and this was the response they received.

Ron's eyes were also opened.

You couldn't expect Indian businessmen to have any integrity.

They were so reckless, never caring about so-called morality or rules.

"By the way, how are our electric fans doing?" Ron remembered something else.

"Very well!" Ashish's face cleared up, "We shipped 30,000 units in the first month."

"That many?" Ron was a little surprised.

"We have to thank Miss Kavya," Ashish pointed to the newspaper, "Since then, people have been scrambling to buy our products, and the cheapest electric fans are selling the best."

Sur Electrical Appliances produced table fans and wall fans, not the traditional ceiling fans.

Ceiling fans were mainly made of steel, and the motor power was much larger.

Limited by cost, the price often reached 800 rupees.

Table fans and wall fans were much smaller.

Sur Electrical Appliances switched to plastic materials, and each unit cost only 300 rupees.

It was cheaper than the lowest-priced water cooler and was deeply favored by the lower class.

Anyway, they were all blessed by the Sun God, so they naturally chose the cheaper one.

The 30,000 electric fans produced in July were all absorbed by the local Mumbai market, and the brand's appeal was terrifying.

Creating a god in India is really useful.

"How was the water cooler shipment in June?" Ron was most concerned about his pillar product.

"Also a historical high, 60,000 units," Dharmendra had already memorized the data.

Hmm, not bad, another 10,000 units more than in May.

In a great mood, Ron looked expectantly at Harus, who was in charge of finance.

It was now July, and some of the products shipped in June should theoretically have been paid for.

"The sales of water coolers in June were 37 million rupees, with a net profit of 21 million.

Currently, one-third has been received, and the rest will be settled within 60 days.

However, due to the semi-automatic transformation of the factory, we have successively invested another 10 million rupees in costs, so the cash flow on the books has not changed much."

Ron nodded; this was within his expectations.

Semi-automatic transformation could greatly improve production efficiency, which not only saved labor costs but also facilitated the rapid expansion of the enterprise.

Although Sur Electrical Appliances' sales had repeatedly reached new highs, it hadn't saved much money.

Most of the revenue was used for expansion and internal improvements.

For example, the branch factory in the Northern State and the semi-automatic transformation here in Mumbai.

These two major decisions required at least 20 to 30 million rupees in funding to push forward.

It was all money; most of Sur Electrical Appliances' profits this year would be spent on this.

"The 9 million rupees in revenue brought by electric fans is expected to be fully settled within two weeks, with a profit of around 5 million."

Not bad.

After listening to Harus's report, Ron's mood improved significantly.

With money in hand, he wasn't panicking.

Including all these, the money Ron could use in his personal small treasury was about 16 million, not counting that sum in US dollars.

Speaking of which, Anand and Luka should also be back, but unfortunately, he hadn't had time to see them yet.

Also, Vinod's travel agency had made many trips to Dubai in the past few months.

If he checked their accounts again, there should be even more.

Forget it, let's talk about what's in front of us first.

"When will this Sunil Electrical Appliances' water cooler be launched?" Ron asked.

"I heard it's on the first weekend after the end of the rainy season, September 5th."

"Less than a month away?" Ron's fingers slowly tapped on the table.

"Boss, do you want to ask the Shiv Sena for help?" Ashish quietly asked.

"Who are you referring to?" Ron asked with a half-smile.

"That tiger, Thackeray!"

Ashish, of course, also knew that his boss was protected by the Shiv Sena, and Thackeray's influence in Mumbai was well-known now.

As long as he spoke, no one dared to cause trouble.

"Ashish, it's best not to easily use connections with such figures.

Because you may not be able to afford the price, and Sur Electrical Appliances hasn't reached a life-or-death moment yet."

Ron tried his best to avoid relying on influential people to solve problems, whether it was Hardik Khan from the underworld or Thackeray from the Shiv Sena.

Dealing with a Sunil Electrical Appliances didn't require such a big fuss.