I'm a Master in India

The person who came was Ashish, who lived not far from Amor’s house, separated by a wire fence.

When Amor went to the legal slum to pull electricity, he was able to do so only after Ashish nodded his head.

The two met then, and as half the spokesman for the Sul slum, Ashish needed to pay extra attention to the special people here.

Just like Amor, who was burly and clearly not to be trifled with.

Most of them were thugs, and wherever they went, trouble was likely to follow.

Of course, not everyone in the slum was a good person.

This city of money forced all sorts of bad habits onto them.

Therefore, for ordinary thugs, Ashish and Anand would turn a blind eye.

Except for those villains with blood on their hands, no one wanted to associate with them.

Ashish believed that Amor had the potential to become a villain.

He was too impatient to be a sniper.

He was too blunt to be a politician.

He was also too naive to be a big boss.

He always got drunk and then fought with people bare-handed, or picked up whatever was at hand, glass jars from roadside stalls, wooden sticks, iron bars...

He was famous among street thugs and had quite a few followers, but he would never reach Hardkhan’s level.

The reason Amor didn't become a villain was because he had a harmonious family.

Whether it was his parents, his younger brother, or his wife, they all loved him very much.

He also had a lovely daughter; this strong man was always enveloped by his family’s love.

Ashish observed him until Amor took the initiative to come to his door.

Now that the matter was over, Ashish also came to fulfill his promise.

As soon as he entered the door, Amor opened his eyes.

"That factory is finished."

"I saw it," Ashish sat down and smiled, playing with the little girl by his leg.

"Then what did Mr. Sul say? Can I transfer to Sul Electronics?" A glimmer of hope appeared in Amor’s eyes.

His wife, hearing this, also held her breath next to him.

Everyone in this slum hoped to become a member of the Sul factory and then move inside the wire fence.

"Mr. Sul agreed. You’ll start working in a month. You’ll be the factory’s security captain first, and how things go after that will depend on your performance."

"Please tell Mr. Sul for me, with me here, the factory will never have any problems," Amor promised, patting his chest.

"Okay," Ashish stood up, "Mr. Sul doesn't like trouble, and he especially dislikes raffards."

"I understand, there won't be any more."

Ashish left satisfied; it was just a matter of arranging a person, which was easy for him.

"You’re going to work for Mr. Sul?" Amor’s wife was a little surprised.

"What do you think I’ve been busy with these past few days! Isn’t it to make your lives better?" He was a little proud and also relieved.

Amor was very aware of his character flaws, and if he continued like this, he would eventually die on the street.

His daughter was only seven months old, and a time when she almost fell into a bucket because no one was watching her made Amor suddenly realize.

Without him, this family would be shattered.

They would have to move away from here, his wife would remarry, and when his daughter grew up, they might not even be able to scrape together a dowry.

He also wanted to find a stable good job that would allow his family to live a decent life.

Amor did not dream of moving into the rich area of Malabar Hill; his dream was closer to reality.

He had marked out a small empty space in front of his house, wanting to expand his home there and build a balcony.

For Amor, enjoyment meant being able to go to a bar for a drink.

He was not the most devout Hindu, but he also followed the rules of Hinduism without complaint.

But before, Amor saw no hope; he noticed that there were fewer and fewer factories in Mumbai, and the employment rate in this area was getting lower and lower.

People were unemployed at home, men were idle all day, but it cost money to go anywhere.

If a young man decided to go to a nightclub for a few drinks to relax, then he would not have money to support his family.

If you let him get used to going to nightclubs for entertainment, get used to this lifestyle, in order to maintain this life, he would do anything.

Someone Amor once knew killed someone for 200 rupees for drinks.

At first, he found it hard to understand, but after spending a long time on the streets, he understood a truth: what kind of person does what kind of thing.

You are a writer, and after a few drinks, you will say to yourself, I must write something.

If you are a dancer, after a few drinks, you will feel, why not dance.

If you are a killer, after a few drinks, you will think, what is killing.

Amor was scared; he worried that one day he would also have such dangerous thoughts.

But the dairy factory where he was currently working had a meager salary, less than 800 rupees.

This was already higher than the income of most people in the slum, but it was far from enough to allow the whole family to live without worries.

Until Sul Electronics rose from the ground, it was like the sun in the center of Mumbai, attracting the attention of everyone here.

The salary of an ordinary worker was three thousand rupees, which was almost more than three times Amor’s income.

The rewards he got from fighting desperately on the street couldn't compare; it was a complete defeat.

Amor sometimes thought that if he entered Sul Electronics, he would be able to surpass most of his colleagues in less than a year.

He had this confidence because he had studied and had a degree certificate.

Yes, Amor was actually a Brahmin.

With the unexpected demise of the potential opponent, Ron finally had the energy to focus on other things.

First of all, Anand and the others were back.

This trip to Brazil, including the round trip, they drifted on the sea for two or three months.

Today, Ron drove to the apartment Luca rented in Mumbai, and they agreed to celebrate together; their business was going very well.

"Brother, you should have come with me," Luca seemed to have gotten a little darker.

"That’s right, Brazilians are very enthusiastic," Anand shook his neck, with nostalgia in his eyes.

"See," Luca pointed at him, "This guy seems to have been well taken care of by our Brazilian girls; last night he was still comparing them to the girls at the palace."

"You went to the palace?" Ron raised an eyebrow.

"Ahem, Ron, I was just curious, and by the way, I took Rajiv to broaden his horizons."

Anand argued, then stared at Rajiv with eager eyes, hoping he would take the blame for this matter.

Unfortunately, Rajiv, who was still just a big boy, was blushing and lowering his head at the moment, not daring to look at Ron.

Luca laughed, "I can testify, this was all Anand’s idea, he called two super-aged girls yesterday, over forty years old."

"Ah! Bastard! We agreed to keep it a secret, you oath-breaker!" Anand shrieked, so angry he wanted to hit him.

But his legs were short, and he couldn't catch up, so he sat on the sofa, deflated.

"Ron, please don't tell Freida, she'll kill me."

"I won't say anything, I'm just a little curious, what kind of unique hobby is this?"

"Oh my god, don't ask!" Anand rolled around uncomfortably on the sofa.

"What about you?" Ron looked at Rajiv, "Are you also like Anand?"

"No, mine was eighteen!" Rajiv denied it vehemently and quickly moved two steps to the side, away from Anand.

Anand played dead, and he secretly made a decision in his heart.

Next time he went to the palace, he would at least call a younger one to save face; he couldn't choose the super-aged package every time.

"Brother, everyone has been drifting on the sea for so long, they have to relax a bit," After all, it was Luca who spoke for the two of them.

"I'm too lazy to care about these things," Ron waved his hand indifferently, "Let's talk about the business."

"Wow!" Luca snapped his fingers excitedly, "I guarantee you'll be amazed."

Anand no longer played dead; he quickly jumped up and then pulled out a black briefcase from under the sofa.

"Ron, it's all here!" He opened the box as if presenting a treasure and pushed it forward.

Stacks of US dollars, green and dazzling.

"We did the biggest business so far, and according to the agreement, these three hundred and fifty thousand US dollars are yours."

Luca and the others invested a principal of up to four hundred thousand US dollars this time.

Some of it was their brothers' money, and some was money pooled by other friends.

With four hundred thousand US dollars of goods, after being transported to South America, the value of that batch of goods quickly tripled.

According to the agreement, Ron would take two layers of it, plus the top-grade medicine from the leper slum, totaling three hundred and fifty thousand US dollars in income.

Damn, selling medicine is indeed profitable, with an astonishingly high profit margin.

If it weren't for the scale of Sul Electronics, the money earned might not be as much as selling medicine.

Ron winked behind him, and Anil immediately stepped forward to put away the money.

"How about it, brother, I told you, you have to invest your money in business, and then you can earn more."

Luca was beaming with pride now; he was the one who got the most from this trip to South America.

He invested the principal and took the profit as usual.

The friends who hitched a ride made money and also had to give him forty percent of the profit.

He was simply raking in money hand over fist, and soon, Luca might even become a millionaire.

However, human greed is endless, and he wanted more.

"Do you want to consider investing some principal? We can make the cake bigger together, so we can get more."

"I'm short on funds right now, where would I have any extra money?" Ron refused with a smile.

"What kind of business are you doing now? Is it as profitable as medicine?" Luca didn't give up.

"You know, I just opened a branch factory."

"Come on, brother, your business style is not Indian at all."

"Alright, we're going to the Taj Mahal for lunch today.

Business matters can be discussed later."

Ron laughed and changed the subject.

Want him to spend his own money on business? No way!

Especially this kind of gray business.

It's still the same saying, Brazil is too far, don't let your money get out of control.

After taking everyone out for a five-star meal, Ron told the driver to go home.

He had to take the money back and hide it; it was a huge sum of hundreds of thousands of US dollars.

As soon as he got home, before he could even count his small treasury, Niya came over in a hurry to report.

"Baba, someone called."

"Who?"

"Thackeray, he wants you to go over."