I'm a Master in India

Moral Bankruptcy! Prime Minister Rao's "Make in India" Vision Hit Hard!

Just looking at the headlines, it seems normal, but why do the two photos in the accompanying image look so familiar?

Bania suddenly woke up with a start. Wasn't that the comparison between Sul Electric's air cooler and his family's knockoff product?

A bad feeling rose from the bottom of Bania's heart. He lowered his head and quickly scanned the newspaper.

This article in The Times of India did not directly target the newly renamed Sunil Electric.

It analyzed the current predicament of "Make in India" from multiple perspectives: economy, environment, policy, law, and industry.

The article directly stated that counterfeiting, imitation, and plagiarism of ideas were the number one enemies of "Make in India."

If that were all, it would be fine, but it just so happened to use Sunil Electric as a negative example.

From the appearance to the color, it criticized Sunil Electric's products from every angle, deeming them worthless.

"They even imitate the name. I just don't know if that 'Mr. Sunil' is also preparing to study medicine."

The article sharply exposed Sunil Electric's dirty secret, which was shamelessly playing the role of a copycat factory.

A large amount of text was written, but the main theme was only one: the existence of Sunil Electric was a disgrace to the Indian manufacturing industry!

It shamed the government and angered the Prime Minister in his office!

Hmm, typical Times of India style. Binding politics and economy, deliberately amplifying the destructive power of events.

Whether Rao was angry or not was unknown, but Bania was truly enraged.

Yes, he had counterfeited, but the product hadn't even gone on sale yet!

Fengshen Electric Fan... No, Sunil Electric, what virtue or ability does it have to receive such attention from The Times of India?

This wasn't over. Bania still had other newspapers in his hand.

The Indian Express: Consumers enraged: We are not patsies!

The Sun: This is a blasphemy against the sun god Surya!

What the hell? Bania looked completely confused.

The previous few newspapers were still focusing on the plagiarism issue, but why did it suddenly talk about the sun god later?

The change in style was too fast, making him both angry and depressed.

His son took the newspaper and was happily reading a new comic book.

Bania suddenly snatched it away and threw it on the ground.

"I spent so much money on tutoring classes for you, and this is how you repay me?"

His twelve-year-old son was stunned, tears quickly welling up in his eyes.

His new wife, who heard the commotion in the kitchen, cautiously poked her head out.

"I've been making fish curry for a long time, and my stomach is rumbling with hunger!"

The pleasant weekend time was shattered.

The atmosphere at home dropped to freezing point, and everyone was silent.

Even the mischievous younger son didn't know where he had hidden.

Bania was in a very bad mood. He knew his factory was going to be in big trouble.

So many newspapers suddenly targeting him could only prove one thing: he had offended a big shot!

As for who it was, the newspaper also provided the answer.

The most innocent one, the one used as a positive example, was the person he had provoked.

Bania suddenly felt a little regret. He didn't expect that Dr. Sul had such great energy.

Almost all the newspapers in Mumbai were on his side. How did he manage that?

Bribery? Bania had tried it himself, and it didn't work.

Indian newspapers were all afraid of the world not being chaotic, and it was difficult to make them obedient.

Ding-a-ling... The phone in the living room rang.

Bania picked up the phone angrily, but as soon as he heard the voice, he immediately put on a flattering smile.

It was the municipal councilor who had promised to introduce him to "Tiger" Thackeray. The other party was also in a very bad mood.

He blamed Bania for being foolish and provoking Dr. Sul.

Only half a year had passed since the bombing, and even today, many newspapers in Mumbai still praised his merits.

Bania's actions were tantamount to humiliating the "Hero of Mumbai," which obviously angered the public.

For a full five minutes, Bania stood in front of the phone, bowing and scraping.

Only after finally dealing with it did he spit fiercely.

You were happy to take the money back then, but I didn't see you putting that Dr. Sul in your eyes.

Bania had even consulted that councilor before changing the name, and the other party had patted his chest and assured him that it was free market competition.

In the end, a few newspapers scared him into trying to distance himself.

Bania's mood worsened. He was considering finding a more powerful backer.

It was just a few reports. Which businessman or politician in Mumbai hadn't been criticized?

This was a necessary path to becoming a big shot!

If newspapers were useful, what would we need laws for?

No, the Indian people might need laws, but India doesn't need laws!

This country operates on bribery and connections.

Instead of losing his fighting spirit, Bania became more determined to ride on Dr. Sul's popularity.

Dr. Sul was a good person, so he probably wouldn't bother with a small person like himself.

Besides, the newspapers had already cursed him. If he didn't ride on the popularity, wouldn't he have been cursed for nothing?

Ding-a-ling... The phone rang again.

Bania answered impatiently. It was someone from the factory, and his scolding words blurted out.

First it was the newspaper, then the councilor. With his chest full of anger, he had nowhere to vent, and his subordinate came at the right time.

But before he could get into the swing of things, he was abruptly interrupted, and then his face changed dramatically.

"Did you write all of this?" Ron looked at the newspaper in his hand with a strange expression.

"Not entirely."

Kavya pursed her lips, trying to make her newly applied lipstick more even.

"Isn't it too exaggerated? I just want everyone to recognize our brand and not be easily misled."

"Ron, you still don't understand India," Kavya put away her makeup mirror. "This country needs gods.

It is filled with deception, betrayal, killing, sin, and death. Without gods, everyone would go crazy.

The more blood-stained the hands, the more devout the belief in gods."

"But this..." Ron flipped through the newspaper in his hand. "I feel like you're creating a living god."

"There's nothing wrong with that. The important thing is that people are willing to believe."

Although Kavya went to university abroad, she was ultimately a true Indian.

She grew up listening to stories of various gods, and sometimes she even doubted whether Ron truly possessed supernatural abilities.

Otherwise, there was no way to explain why his milk was so hot, as if it had been shone on by the sun, warming her entire abdomen.

She thought that even if Ron didn't have supernatural abilities, he must be special.

"Oh, right, I think I saw Rahul Mehrotra when I came?" Kavya remembered another thing.

"You mean that architect? I asked him to help design Sul Electric's new office building."

"Wow, it sounds like you're going to do something big."

"As you can see, my office is so crowded, there's no room for us to change positions."

"Nonsense!" she cursed with a laugh, her delicate lips full of smiles.

"In short, this small building can't accommodate too many people anyway. There's a large piece of wasteland next to Sul Electric, enough to build an industrial park."

"It's hard to imagine that you asked me to inquire about this land just a year ago."

"Were you still wary of me back then?" Ron shrugged.

Kavya laughed heartily. That time, she was wearing a deep V-neck, and this guy's eyes were no exception.

"Alright, my sun god, I should go back to the newspaper office."

She had snuck out, taking advantage of an external visit opportunity. Now that the office game was over, it was time to go back.

"Come back for injections often."

"You're really a scoundrel!" Kavya almost threw the bag in her hand at him.

Ron laughed a few times proudly. He was a doctor, after all.

Ah, good things make you feel refreshed.

He could already imagine Bania's expression now.

This round of mud-slinging was enough to make all of the other party's efforts go to waste.

The potential users of air coolers were middle-income people, and most of them had the habit of reading newspapers.

Drawing attention to Sunil Electric's counterfeiting behavior as a scandal, it was best to nail it to the pillar of shame.

Once confirmed, the brand's reputation would be ruined.

Not only would the unreleased air cooler be stillborn, but even the original electric fans might be in jeopardy.

At that point, Ron had a backup plan waiting, guaranteed to make it die beautifully.

Currently, the effect of the propaganda war seemed good. Even Harry and the others called to inquire about the details.

Ron guessed that there were already a lot of rumors flying around in Mumbai's business circles, but he wasn't in a hurry.

On the table was the concept design for Sul Electric's future office building, which was what he was concerned about now.

The number of Sul Electric employees had already swelled to eight or nine hundred, most of whom were outsourced workshop workers.

Office staff accounted for about a quarter, and this small group of people had already completely filled the original old three-story building.

Ron was also preparing to set up his own technical center, and the current place could not meet the requirements in any way.

So building an industrial park was not a joke; it was the future headquarters of Sul Electric in Mumbai.

Well, it had to be impressive.

The troublesome thing was that if he took down such a large piece of wasteland, it would cost a lot of money again.

He had roughly estimated that it was over two hundred acres, more than 80 hectares, a very spacious piece of land.

An industrial park, of course, contained not only factory buildings but also roads, warehouses, and even employee communities.

This was a big project, and honestly, for Ron at the moment, it was very difficult.

However, he had great ambitions and had been eyeing that piece of land for a long time. Many areas in Mumbai had not yet been developed, and if he wanted to acquire it in a few years, it might be too late.

The best part was that due to the bombing, land prices in all areas of Mumbai were falling, dropping by a full forty percent.

While he was thinking about future plans, footsteps came from the doorway.

"Boss!" Ashish rushed in hurriedly.

He didn't even bother to knock on the door, nor did he have time to think about whether his sister and the others were inconvenient at the moment.

"What's wrong?" Ron looked up.

"Boss, Sunil Electric factory is surrounded by people."

"What! Didn't I say that our people are not allowed to participate?"

"It's not our people. The workers are all in the workshop. Do you want to go and see?" Ashish was full of excitement.

Ron was stunned, and then his expression slowly became wonderful.