I'm a Master in India

"You're going to New Delhi?"

"Yes."

"I heard it's the worst city in India."

"It's not that exaggerated."

"Just you alone?"

"And Anil and the others."

"No, I meant women."

"Who else do you want me to bring?"

Ron turned his head in surprise, and Mary and Lena giggled foolishly.

They were currently studying Sun Entertainment's next film; the material Old Dutt had given them earlier had already been initially screened.

"How about we invest in a romance film this time?" Lena was eager to try.

"I like it!" Mary immediately agreed.

"Romance film?" Ron was a bit conflicted; he still preferred the scenes where the Third Brother was overpowered in films.

For example, stopping a truck with his hand, using a manhole cover to block bullets, and soaring three hundred meters from the ground – while mindless, the audience enjoyed watching it.

"Romance films have low costs, and look, this director is even someone we know." Mary said, pointing at the name on the film list.

"Who?" Ron leaned in curiously.

"Vinod Chopra, Anu's husband."

"It's him." Ron had some impression, but not much.

However, Chopra was indeed considered one of their own; he was Anu's husband and Vikram's brother-in-law.

Ron had recently pleaded with Thackeray on Anu's behalf and saved her sworn brother.

Vikram had written advertising copy for Sur Electrical Appliances and was already an old acquaintance.

"Let's find a time to invite Anu and the others out for tea." He immediately made a decision.

"Yay!" Lena clapped her hands and cheered.

"Oh, right, what's the film called?"

"'Love in the Midst of War Clouds'" Mary replied.

"That name sounds very romantic.

What's the budget?"

"Around fifty million rupee."

"Cough," Ron choked.

"This is what you call a low-cost romance film?"

"We're not the only investors." Mary looked at him strangely.

She and Lena had been in Bollywood longer than Ron and knew a lot of inside information.

Chopra came from a film family in Punjab; both of his older brothers were veteran film professionals.

When he graduated, he made a short film about India's street children called "Passing By," which was nominated for an Academy Award for Best Documentary Short Subject that year.

The other two art films Chopra shot afterward were also unanimously praised by the industry but were not commercially successful.

Forced by financial pressure, he began to shoot commercial films, such as thrillers, crime films, etc.

"White Pigeon" was the most famous; Mumbai's gangsters absolutely loved this work, saying it was the first time an Indian director had accurately portrayed their lives.

This film was also considered a landmark in the history of Hindi cinema by the industry; while widely acclaimed, it won numerous awards.

With this level of recognition, Chopra had no shortage of funds for making films.

Otherwise, Old Dutt wouldn't have put it on the list; this was a project where only acquaintances could get a piece of the pie.

"Alright, you handle it, but it's best not to spend all twenty million rupee at once."

"We have connections." Mary and Lena were full of confidence.

Having been producers once, they were already bona fide Bollywood filmmakers.

Ron trusted them; they were at least more professional than he was, a complete outsider.

"Speaking of which, when will that Sanjay Dutt be released?" Mary couldn't help but gossip about the latest hot news in Bollywood.

"Soon, it's still going through the process." Ron thought of Ajay.

He had just been transferred, and the revised report could only be submitted after the next police inspector took over.

The court side was also a bit troublesome; Thackeray's words were uncharacteristically not very effective there.

Ron estimated that Sanjay Dutt might have to stay in prison for a few more months.

Too many people were following the case, and Ajay's resistance added fuel to the news.

No matter how much the Mumbai government deferred to Shiv Sena, they didn't dare to overtly release him in broad daylight.

Once the heat died down, everything would be easier to handle.

"I heard the Mumbai gangs are restless lately; be careful." Ron thought of the rumors he had heard from Harus the accountant.

"We're just nobodies." Mary shrugged innocently.

"You're the big shot."

"Anyway, don't be careless.

And that Elizabeth, I feel that woman is not to be trifled with."

"Did you see her last time?" Mary put away her smile.

"I only heard her voice; there was a barrier in between.

I have a photo she gave me, but I forgot to bring it."

"No need, we know what she looks like."

"That's right!" Lena nodded.

"Alright, and that eunuch, he's creepy."

"That guy seems to leave The Palace often lately."

"Hmm?" Ron was a bit surprised.

"Didn't they say he stayed by Elizabeth's side every step of the way?"

"Who knows, he's probably plotting something bad again." Lena frowned in disgust.

"Don't look for trouble with her recently; anything can be discussed later." Ron reminded them.

He had dozens of bodyguards around him and wasn't afraid of any Mumbai gangs at all.

It was Mary and Lena he was worried about, fearing they might be overconfident and accidentally fall into a trap.

"Don't worry, it's not time yet." Mary replied softly.

Sigh, these two girls were not easy to handle either.

However, no matter how many times Ron probed, they were unwilling to say more.

Ron respected them and simply stopped asking.

Ron planned to go to New Delhi in December; before that, there were still some matters to arrange in Mumbai.

First was Sur Electrical Appliances; the company was already on the right track.

After holding a meeting with the heads of each department, he could let go.

There wasn't much to say about the tourism company; Niya was capable enough to handle it.

She would stay in Mumbai this time.

Vinod, who was in charge of the travel agency, was still in Kuwait; Ron had recently opened a new office there.

Ron had been to Rahul's studio a few more times in the past few days, mainly to discuss some design details.

While he was at it, he inquired about the backgrounds of the tenants in the buildings in the northeast corner, as well as the owners' information.

Finally, there was the matter with Luca and Anand; this business made Ron most hesitant.

"You must clearly explain the contract terms to them, including side effects, risks..."

"Ron, they don't understand this." Anand shook his head helplessly.

"Don't understand?"

"Some of them don't even have names and can't speak Hindi."

"Then just tell them they might die; that's simple."

"I told them."

"And then?"

"They don't care; those are people who might die anyway.

After hearing that money is given here, hundreds and thousands of people have come running, asking us to take them in."

Merck, because they need to regularly track the physical condition of the test subjects, besides giving money, they also distribute some relief food.

This was like completely stirring up a hornet's nest among Mumbai's pavement dwellers; they were homeless and penniless.

In this city, they were just struggling to survive, living one day at a time.

Get an injection, get five hundred rupee, and even get food.

This was paradise!

The small courtyard Anand and the others rented had now become a sanctuary.

Just like the shelter he had taken Ron to before, the homeless people now crowded the alleys around the courtyard, hoping that one day a green wristband could be tied to their hands.

Ron moved his lips, suddenly not knowing what to say.

"Anand, when I earn one hundred million rupee, I'll build a hospital in Mumbai, a very affordable hospital."

"A hospital for treating the poor?"

"Yes."

He smiled happily.

"Ron Baba, you are a good person."

Ron gave a wry smile.

"In short, no children are allowed, absolutely no children, no matter what.

At worst, just give them some money privately and send them away."

"Yes!" Anand happily shook his head again.

"Let's go, I need to go to the bank, and I can drop you off at Luca's place."

"Let's eat first.

I found a restaurant that's so delicious it could make you stuff yourself to death."

"Okay."

Ron laughed heartily.

They parked the car by the roadside and sat at the restaurant's outdoor tables to enjoy authentic Indian food.

Steaming hot grilled chicken was served in metal containers and brought to Ron and the others.

It was late November, and the weather was beginning to feel cool.

The rising steam blurred the street view in front of them.

Suddenly, Ron saw a figure in the crowd, that Abu.

Elizabeth's eunuch, he was staring at Ron, his face ugly with malice and hatred.

"Ron, what's wrong?" Anand turned his head strangely.

Abu's face disappeared in an instant.

"Nothing?" Ron gave a look to his side.

Anil quietly got up and slipped into the crowd with two people.

"Any rumors on the street lately?"

"Rajesh divorced his wife." Anand happily ate his skewers.

"Who?" Ron was taken aback.

"Rajesh.

Did you forget?

He helped us when we were setting up the tourism company."

Memories from over a year ago surfaced in his mind, and Ron remembered the patrol officer at Victoria Train Station.

In less than two years, the minor figure he once needed to appease had truly become a minor figure.

"I remember you said his wife slept with a swindler."

"Yes, this time she was unlucky and was caught red-handed by Rajesh while she was sleeping with him." Anand laughed loudly.

"Wow, I'm surprised Rajesh didn't send her to prison."

"He couldn't, Ron Baba.

Rajesh could be a patrol officer thanks to his father-in-law."

Ron understood; Rajesh got his position through connections.

One could imagine, if his wife were an ordinary Indian woman, she might have been beaten to death.

Divorce was already the most humiliating way for Rajesh to handle it; he might be laughed at by his colleagues for the rest of his life.

At this time, Anil returned with his people; he shook his head at Ron, indicating they hadn't found the person.

Ron's heart became a little more vigilant; this Abu didn't seem like an ordinary person.

Three people went to intercept him and didn't catch him; he must have some skills.

"Anand, don't wander around alone when you have nothing to do; Mumbai has been chaotic lately."

"Got it, Ron Baba, Mumbai is chaotic every day."

This guy, Ron couldn't be bothered with him.

He had been living at the bottom for many years and knew the rules here.

After sending Anand away, Ron quietly had another long talk with Amor.

Those dilapidated buildings northeast of Sur Electrical Appliances, he really wanted to acquire them.

He was going to New Delhi soon, so it was best to handle the matters of Sur Industrial Park with a two-pronged approach.