I'm a Master in India

Although Ron was prepared for the "India is hot" thing, he couldn't help but mutter, "It's too hot, too hot," as he carried his luggage out of the train station.

"Baba, let me carry the bag." Niya, holding an iced cola in her hand, was a little frightened and distressed.

How could a servant let the master work while she watched blankly from behind?

Especially since she and Ron had grown up almost together, and the latter had been loved and cared for as a young master since childhood. The master's family had never let him do even a tiny bit of housework.

If her father, Abi, were still alive, he would definitely scold her harshly if he saw this scene.

But those luggage were really heavy. She had just tried it and couldn't move it at all.

When boarding the train, her older brother had helped her arrange the luggage in advance.

"Niya, you don't need to feel guilty. When we get to the place where we live, you can take care of the cleaning and the unwashed clothes."

"Okay!" Niya smiled happily.

She stuck out her pink tongue and carefully licked the iced cola in her hand.

Tingly and sweet, it was so sweet.

"Also, you have to promise me one thing first." Before getting into the taxi, Ron looked at her sternly with his hands on his hips.

"What?" Little Niya put down the cola in her hand nervously.

"In the future, you are only allowed to call me 'Baba'!"

Looking at Ron's serious expression, Niya's green eyes were first surprised, and then quickly filled with a kind of pampered joy.

"Baba ~"

Tsk, Ron couldn't help but shudder.

This sweet voice was like drinking iced cola.

"Get in the car!" Ron waved his hand after stowing the luggage.

He made a fortune today, and he was as generous as the other Brahmin masters, taking a taxi home.

Of course, the soft and weak little Niya was also one of the reasons.

Ron was not at ease taking her on the bus, who knows what would happen.

Even the capital Delhi can have black bus incidents, so don't expect Mumbai to be any better.

Ron has always been willing to speculate on the character of the Indians with the greatest malice.

From Victoria Train Station to Grant Community, it's about five kilometers.

Estimating the speed of a taxi, fifteen minutes is enough.

But this is India, and there are not only pedestrians and tricycles on the main road, but also various animals.

The hooligan monkeys swaggered in the middle of the road as if nothing had happened, and the slow-moving old cows even lay down at the crossroads to rest when they were tired.

For a time, the sound of horns and quarrels outside were loud, and those tricycle drivers and taxi drivers got out of the car in a panic to push the old cow.

But the latter remained motionless, as if it knew that its status was detached and no one could do anything to it.

Ron, sweating profusely from the heat, said annoyedly, "Are we just going to wait like this?"

"The police will come to solve it." The taxi driver in the front row said calmly.

Sure enough, a policeman with a long wooden stick came over and drove the old cow to the nearby open space with a few pats and beatings.

Finally gone, Ron wiped his sweat and looked at the driver dissatisfied, "Why don't you turn on the air conditioner?"

"There isn't one in the car." The driver spread his hands innocently.

"No..." Ron was stunned, his eyes glanced at the center console.

It was bare there. Not to mention the air conditioner, there was not even a CD drive or a storage box for the passenger seat.

Damn it, that's it! This broken car saves money to the extreme.

"Let's go quickly." Ron waved his hand weakly. He shouldn't have had any expectations for India.

Thirty minutes later, the two finally stumbled back to the apartment.

Because his palms were sweaty, the luggage kept sliding down in Ron's hands, and he couldn't hold it.

When he arrived, he threw the things away. He lay directly on the wicker chair, not wanting to move at all.

On the contrary, Niya was full of energy at this time and began to look at her new home.

This is a two-bedroom apartment. Although the room looks spacious, the dilapidation and old age are equally noticeable.

The white walls have long been yellowed, and everywhere is cracked or peeling off.

Near the corner of the bathroom, there is also a large area of mold and dampness. Obviously, the landlord has never taken care of them.

The other furnishings in the house also look very casual. The carpet is red, the curtains are green, and the tables and chairs are dark walnut. The color scheme of the entire room is a mess.

But Niya was very satisfied. At least she didn't have to share a toilet with hundreds of people.

"The room inside is for you." Ron pointed to the room next to the bathroom, "There is still a bed missing. I will let Anand take a look at the old goods market tomorrow."

"Baba, I can sleep on the floor." Niya refused quickly. How could a servant sleep in a comfortable bed like the master?

"Listen to me on this matter. Just do as I say."

"Oh ~"

Ron didn't give her a chance to refuse, and he didn't care whether this was an Indian habit or not.

In fact, that room was originally where old Abi lived. He spread a thick blanket on the ground and said that it was a bed, and everyone else did the same.

Rough old men are fine, but Ron couldn't bear to let the fair-skinned Niya sleep on the floor either.

Just as he was about to continue to explain something, Niya had already walked to the wall with the shrine and began to pray with her hands together.

"Sorry, Niya."

"Baba, Uncle Sur and the others and father will be reborn in the holy river, and they will be happy in the next life."

Ron nodded, feeling a little apologetic in his heart. After all, little Niya had just experienced the pain of losing a loved one.

"While the sun hasn't set, there is hot water in the bathroom. Go take a bath first, I'm going out for something."

"Baba, are you going out?" Niya's face was full of attachment.

"I'll be back soon. Wait for me at home, don't go out."

Niya had just settled down and was unfamiliar with the place, so Ron should have taken her to familiarize herself with the surroundings.

But there is something more important now, he is going to Anand to get back the reward that belongs to him.

The area where the other party lives is very dangerous at night, so this matter must be dealt with before dark.

Mumbai is the economic center of the entire India, and here is a paradise for the rich.

But what is little known is that more than 60% of Mumbai's more than 10 million people live in slums.

Yes, Dharavi is just the largest one, and the other large and small slums add up to more than 2,000.

They are scattered between the towering buildings and apartments, and there is one near the Grant Community where Ron lives.

Separated by a road, crossing it enters another world.

Everywhere are huts built of plastic boards and reed mats, with bamboo poles as beams and coconut fiber ropes as bindings, and rags as door curtains.

Looking around, you can't even see a piece of iron sheet.

This is really so poor that even the jingle doesn't sound.

Fortunately, Anand's residence is relatively easy to find. His hut is made of rare mud, and the roof is also made of hard plywood.

This hut is on the periphery of the slum, separated from the messy shantytown by a few steps, and there are several similar houses around it.

It is no exaggeration to say that they are mansions in the slums, which is very rare.

But even so, as soon as Ron approached here, he frowned at the stench of the toilet.

But it was only for a moment, and he regained his composure.

Don't have any expectations for Mumbai's hygiene. You can smell the smell of urine on any street corner you walk to.

The ubiquitous garbage dumps are also reminding you that this city is full of flavor.

Ron's arrival had already alarmed the people living in this area.

Those dark-skinned children ran to inform him before he got close.

So when he came to Anand's door, the other party was already standing there with a smile on his face.

"Ron, I didn't expect you to actually come. You are the first Brahmin to visit here in recent years."

"I made a big deal today, and I need to get back my reward."

Ron rolled his eyes, the slums can't scare him.

"Okay, you don't know how terrible the shop owners' eyes were when I collected the money. If there weren't so many people in the market, I suspect they would have killed me and swallowed the money alone."

"But you look better than ever, Anand."

"I know, I know, come in."

Anand waved his hand disappointedly, signaling him to enter the house. It seemed that it was impossible to get this guy to share a little more money with him.

Facing that huge sum of money, he had been struggling for a long time.