I'm a Master in India

"Dr. Sur, what proposal are you referring to?" Sacre asked.

"Although Mr. Bania's factory being destroyed has nothing to do with me, everyone is contributing to Mumbai's development.

So I've decided to invest and buy Mr. Bania's factory. Perhaps this is something everyone can accept."

Sacre's eyes lit up. This was a win-win situation.

Not only would the conflict between these two be resolved, but it would also benefit his own reputation if word got out.

Look, he, Sacre the Tiger, handles things fairly and justly, more reliably than the Mumbai court.

"What do you say, Bania?"

Bania was also a bit tempted. His factory was a mess, and the goods in the warehouse had been looted, resulting in huge losses.

If someone was willing to pay to buy it, of course, he would be willing.

Who knew if, after repairing it this time, someone wouldn't come and smash it again next time?

He looked up at Councillor Kaplan beside him, who gave him a look.

"Of course, I can consider it, but the price..."

"Three million rupees." Ron didn't waste words and quoted the price directly.

"What! I have two production lines, and the third is still under construction. It's absolutely impossible for it to be worth only three million."

"But they are destroyed."

"You..."

As soon as Ron spoke, he was left speechless.

"Alright!" Sacre interrupted the two again, then turned his gaze to Councillor Kaplan, "What do you think?"

"The price is a bit low, but considering the factory's condition and Dr. Sur's generous help, three million is not unreasonable."

"Then it's settled." Sacre didn't allow anyone to refuse and made the final decision directly.

Bania's face changed, his chest felt heavy and stuffy. He hadn't even had a chance to bargain.

"I will send someone to handle this matter tomorrow." Ron stated.

"No, right now." Sacre waved his hand, "You two will settle this matter in front of me today."

Ron and Bania were both stunned. This big shot really did whatever came to his mind.

"Okay, I'll borrow your phone for a moment." Ron dialed the number on the landline, said a few words, and hung up.

Trapped, Bania had no choice but to make a phone call as well.

While waiting, Sacre started talking about his political theories again.

"Mumbai is almost becoming a hotbed of crime. If someone wants to get rich without working, they will come to Mumbai. The train station is a pickpocket's paradise."

"Extortion is also a big market. You call someone, 'I need this much money at this time, my people are waiting there.' Out of fear, people will obediently comply."

"The threat from the slums is escalating. Criminals there play cat and mouse with the police. If you do something bad, even if you kill someone, you can walk away safely and hide in the slums."

"Immigration policies must be strictly controlled. Drive out the herdsmen, not just from Mumbai, but from India, and send them back to Bangladesh.

Find out who among them are saboteurs and ISI lackeys, and hang those people. Not repatriation, hang them! My approach is that simple."

The two major pains in Sacre's heart were Mumbai's explosive population growth and the herdsmen.

He believed that the latter was one of the reasons for the former, as the old herdsmen could marry four wives and thus have more children.

"In a few years, the number of herdsmen will exceed ours. They are all bad seeds, not to mention the rampant gangs, they kill like flies. Unlike Hindus, who always think twice before taking a life."

Ron's head was swelling from listening to his lengthy speech. The Shiv Sena were indeed thoroughgoing racists, too hawkish.

Fortunately, after only half an hour, Haroos came in, led by a servant, carrying a box in a hurry.

He nodded at Ron, indicating everything was in order.

Since that was the case, they might as well get straight to the point.

Ron placed the box on Sacre's table, "This is three million rupees in cash, Mr. Bania can count it."

Brand new rupees were always beautiful. Bania had initially had reservations about the price, but seeing so much money, he couldn't help but swallow.

Just then, another middle-aged man rushed in, holding many documents and materials.

"These are the company's license and land lease agreement." Bania did the same, placing them on Sacre's desk.

Ron didn't stand on ceremony, casually picked them up, glanced at them, and handed them to Haroos behind him.

After receiving an affirmative reply, Ron nodded at Sacre.

"I have no problem."

"The amount also matches."

Both parties confirmed, and then signed in front of Sacre.

Money and goods exchanged hands.

Ron took the materials for Bania's company, and Bania took Ron's money.

However, as soon as his hand touched the box, Sacre pressed it down with a wooden stick wrapped in gold foil.

"Mr. Sacre..." Bania's face changed drastically.

"The Shiv Sena union manages millions of workers in Mumbai. They don't have enough to eat or wear and need the help of large companies to barely live. Shouldn't you do something about this?"

Bania was stunned. He thought his factory wasn't considered a large company.

Of course, that wasn't for him to say. If Sacre said it was, then it was.

Damn it, what union responsibility? Isn't this just extortion?

Bania's face changed again and again. He breathed heavily, trembling, took out a wad of rupees, and respectfully pushed it in front of Sacre.

"This one million rupees is my small contribution to Mumbai. Please accept it, Mr. Sacre."

Sacre didn't touch the money. He just moved the wooden stick pressing on the box and then ignored it.

His daughter-in-law gave a look, and a servant took the wad of rupees away.

"Since the matter has been resolved, I will take my leave now." Bania was eager to leave.

His heart was full of anger, but he had nowhere to vent it, so he could only escape from here as quickly as possible.

Sacre snorted and waved his hand to dismiss him.

"This guy is a poor kid from the countryside, he doesn't understand the rules. I will teach him a lesson."

Councillor Kaplan walked up to Sacre, showing a fawning smile.

"He is not a Marathi, and he is not suitable here." Sacre said indifferently.

"Understood, I'll get it done right away." Councillor Kaplan performed a foot-touching ritual before leaving.

As he left, he nodded at Ron and showed a friendly smile.

Not long ago, he had helped Ron lower the price.

He was originally Bania's connection in the government, but he hadn't been for half an hour.

No, to be precise, after the other party's factory was destroyed, its utilization value was greatly reduced.

Between Ron and Bania, Kaplan unhesitatingly sided with the former.

As a qualified politician, knowing which way the wind blows is the most basic quality.

"Mumbai is being messed up by such low-quality people." Sacre seemed very angry.

He was angry at Bania for not understanding the rules, and even more angry that the other party did not respect his status as a Shiv Sena big shot.

Even the President of India coming to Mumbai didn't require Sacre to go out and greet him.

Why should a small businessman like him?

But Sacre maintained his status and ultimately did not lose his temper in person.

He was extremely arrogant but would not stoop to the level of small people.

"In any case, thanks to you, otherwise, if he had clung to me, it would also have been troublesome." Ron thanked him.

"You don't need to thank me. I know you wouldn't do such a thing. Sometimes the people below mess things up, but the big shot has to take responsibility. It's very unreasonable."

Sacre probably had also been dragged down by his Shiv Sena subordinates before, and now he even felt a bit of sympathy with Ron.

As they were talking, a servant came to report that there was another visitor outside, the film director Vijay Kashal.

Waving the servant away, Sacre leaned over mysteriously and whispered to Ron.

"His son is in jail."

"His son?" Ron raised an eyebrow.

If he remembered correctly, this person seemed to be alive and well and had appeared in the newspapers recently.

Sacre explained that the one in jail was actually Director Kashal's nephew.

But who made this famous director marry his own niece?

Nephew, niece, they were of the children's generation.

So outsiders simply called all of Director Anand's nephews and nieces his sons and daughters, to mock his promiscuity.

Kashal's nephew was accused of murdering his father's mistress, and this matter caused a sensation.

"As soon as this person comes in, he will try every means to please me." Sacre laughed.

When the famous director entered the study, he was quite surprised to see Ron there.

He politely called out "Dr. Sur," and Ron also smiled and greeted him.

However, to Sacre's disappointment, Director Kashal did not mention the recent incident at all. He spoke of another unrelated matter.

Kashal ran a cinema, and his assistant went to producer Vinayak Raut's studio to record, but the equipment there was broken.

The producer had detained the assistant since yesterday afternoon and sent a letter demanding that Kashal pay 35,000 rupees in compensation.

Kashal showed the letter to Sacre. Raut even boasted that he had been Sacre's personal bodyguard and was collecting ransom on behalf of Sacre and his "street-smart" nephew.

Sacre picked up the phone. He remembered every word Kashal said, and so he instructed his subordinates accordingly.

"I want to see this Raut at noon tomorrow. Appoint him as the Minister of Extortion."

Sacre unexpectedly issued a humorous instruction, which was, of course, a joke.

That Raut would definitely release the person obediently. No one dared to disobey the orders of the Shiv Sena big shot.

See, with one phone call, things would be done, and problems would be solved.

Sacre was very interested in Bollywood, and the three chatted about the entertainment industry for a while.

It was only then that they learned Ron had invested in a movie, and their relationship became closer.

However, Ron didn't stay long. After exchanging business cards with Vijay Kashal, he took his leave.

Outside, the line of people waiting to see Sacre was countless: politicians, businessmen, Bollywood filmmakers, everything was there.

After leaving the villa and getting into his car, Ron couldn't help but sigh with a laugh.

After the events of the past few days, he finally understood.

In a place like India, there are no proper business wars, only absurdity and abstractness.

Take Sunil Electronics, for example. Ron had prepared a bunch of backup plans, but none of them were used.

A religiously-motivated charge directly brought down the competitor.

This, damn it, made Ron feel that his intelligence was a bit redundant.

And the company transfer was also like child's play.

There was no lawyer involved throughout the process, not even a formal contract.

So, does such a transaction count? Of course, it counts!

Indians themselves are used to this way of doing business, and even Bollywood signing contracts is the same.

Furthermore, whether it was piracy infringement or the factory being smashed, from Ron to Bania, no one thought of resolving the issue through legal channels.

The efficiency of the Indian judicial system was a joke.

It's not an exaggeration to say it's absurd. No one has any hope for it, and its credibility has long since collapsed in the minds of the public.

Forget it, let it be. Ron was happy to fish in troubled waters.

This time, he not only took down his competitor but also bought the other party's company. Wonderful!