Chapter 162 Caught Off Guard

"Ron Baba, you are going back to Bombay?"

"Yes, I have to go back for business."

“But…but the movie is not finished yet…” Urmila couldn’t bear to leave him.

"Director Shiv said the crew will be leaving for Uttarakhand soon and I won't be able to go with them even if I stay."

Urmila is young, very love-sick and very clingy.

"I recently learned a new dance, but I haven't had time to show it to you yet." Her eyes flickered in a charming way.

"Dancing?" Ron's heart moved.

"Yes, I have been practicing dance since I was a child."

Oops, Ron almost forgot that dancing is a must-have skill for Bollywood actresses.

If a female star is not a good dancer, it will be difficult for her to become popular no matter how beautiful she is.

Even Manisha from Nepal dances well.

Ron felt a little regretful for his negligence. A female star who can dance can unlock many difficult moves.

With splits and one-legged stances, he has a lot of opportunities to take advantage of!

At the very least, it's nice to appreciate the beautiful woman's graceful dance moves.

"Mira, you still have time to jump now." Ron was eager to move.

"No, I have no strength." Urmila grumbled.

They had been studying the luminous script all night and were already exhausted.

Okay, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future.

After feeding his family some grass, Ron packed his luggage and prepared to return to Mumbai.

Ashish calls and says Sur Electric has met its match.

Another water AC manufacturer has emerged in the market, also in Mumbai.

The other party is currently preheating its advertising and is ready to go public once the rainy season is over.

More details are still unknown, but Ron will go back to take charge in person no matter what.

To be honest, he had expected that Sur Electric Appliances would be copied, but he didn't expect it to happen so soon.

It has been less than half a year since the water air conditioner was officially launched until the end of July.

This kind of efficiency is not Indian at all.

But things here in Uttar Pradesh have just been sorted out.

With the help of Erbo Adia, Ron has signed an agreement with a construction company called Wave.

The open space in the southwest of Varana was already dusty, and hundreds of workers were working hard to level the land in preparation for laying the foundation.

Ron originally wanted to stay a little longer until the engineering, personnel, and supervision arrangements were on track.

I can't take care of so many things now. I can only leave the affairs in the north to other people in the family.

Although the Sur family is not short of people with unusual ideas, the bond of family affection is unquestionable.

Uncle Prash was eager to help Ron find a civil service job on the first day.

The third Bernilaf did not avoid him at all when he accepted bribes and embezzled public property in the village committee, and even told him the inside story.

Two Adia...

Well, the construction company that Ron signed with had previously helped his second uncle build a dam.

The transformation from one to four failed, so now we are turning to build a factory for Ron.

It was funny, but he had no choice.

Ron visited several other construction companies in Varanasi, and each one was worse than the last.

If you can get a government public project, you have to have some foundation. In the end, you can only pick the tallest one among the short ones.

You cannot use the same standards to measure North India and South India, they are different.

After giving some brief instructions to his family, Ron prepared to leave.

When he returned to Mumbai this time, he brought with him about twenty young men, all of whom were former servants of his family.

Among them are Nia's three brothers, who, along with Amit and Rajiv from Mumbai, are now Ron's personal bodyguards.

Including Ron and Nia, there were seven of us in total. We flew back, and the rest took the train.

Some of their families will also be accompanying them, so there are hundreds of people in total, and planes are not feasible.

Ron now travels in style, with his luggage and other belongings taken care of by his servants.

But when he turned around, he saw a strange scene.

"Anil, what are you carrying on your back?"

"Behind?" Anil touched the bulging bag on his back. "Machine gun!"

"What!" Ron was stunned.

"Machine gun. Ratan said Mumbai is unsafe. It's easier to talk with it."

"Do you know where we are going now?" Ron almost laughed at his stupidity.

"Airport?" Anil asked uncertainly.

"You knew it was an airport, but you still brought a machine gun? What? Do you want to hijack the plane, or do you expect the security to be blind?" Ron kicked him angrily.

"What should I do? This gun cost 120,000 rupees." Anil touched his back like a treasure.

"Take it to Bombay for those who are taking the train. You go and arrange it now."

Ron didn't mind his bodyguards carrying guns, but that was obviously impossible to do on a plane.

After the bombings, security at airports across India became extremely strict.

You can do some tricks on the train, at worst you can just hop on the carriage and sit on the roof, and you can still get to Mumbai.

This is the traditional skill of San Ge, and everyone can do it.

When they came, there were many beautiful girls; when they left, there were five big men.

Mary and the others have already left for Uttarakhand, and only Nia is with Ron.

"Baba, when we get to Bombay, Nia will dance for you."

"You can dance?" Ron was stunned.

"Yes, I learned Bharatanatyam in the temple when I was a child. It was Aunt Lina who sent me there to learn it."

Ron slapped his head. Nia had grown up in their home since she was a child. Not only did she learn a lot of knowledge, but she was also her mother's right-hand man.

But after he turned thirteen, Nia was sent back.

His mother said that she would take Nia back home once Ron was admitted to college, otherwise her health would be ruined.

Bharatanatyam, hehe.

Hey, that's not right.

"Niya, why do you suddenly want to dance for me?"

"Miss Urmila is not here, but Nia can."

"You eavesdropped?"

Nia blinked her watery eyes and pretended not to understand.

Ron's travel information company has a reception at Mumbai Airport.

He doesn't have to worry about anything when he gets here. Customs declaration, luggage, and vehicles will all be arranged.

But there was still no shortage of people to pick up the passengers, and Kavya was waiting at the passenger exit early.

"Honey, you're finally back!" She almost pounced on him.

"Baby, I've only been gone a month." Ron hugged her.

"So you owe me a lot, yaar, a month's worth." She grabbed his arm.

"I can't go back to the apartment with you right now. I have to go to Soul Electronics first."

"I'll go with you. My car is outside."

"You bought a car?" Ron was a little surprised.

"The newspaper's car," Kavya said with a smug smile. "They wouldn't reimburse me for my attendance fee, so I had to shamelessly ask for a classic car."

Kavya is a journalist who travels around Mumbai every day and spends a lot of money on taxis.

But every time I asked for reimbursement, the newspaper would find various excuses to shirk responsibility.

Finally, Kavya went to the editor-in-chief herself and found a nearly scrapped Ambassador car.

The newspaper provided the car and she provided the oil, and they both compromised.

Well, Ron looked at it. The white Ambassador had serious paint peeling, and the intact parts had begun to yellow, almost covering up the original color.

"Just drive mine." He reluctantly took out the key to the Taurus.

"Wow, man, I can experience a luxury car for once."

She took the key without hesitation and started the car. Then she nodded her head proudly, motioning Ron to get in.

Kavya carries herself with openness and without restraint, just as she drives recklessly, oblivious to the honking horns behind her.

Ron seemed to be on the set of "John Wick", sitting next to the protagonist.

"Kaviya, you have the talent to be a racing driver." When Ron arrived at the door of Soul Electric Appliances, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

“Ha, Viraj said so too,” she said, feeling even more proud.

"Viraj?" Ron's expression changed.

“He’s been in a bad mood lately,” Kavya laughed.

"Why?"

"Because of Hela, she rejected him again and hid away in Goa. Viraj could only get drunk every day at Leopold's Bar. Oh, and he also mentioned you."

"Me?" Ron's expression was subtle.

"He wants you to teach him."

"What?" Ron's eyes widened.

“Teach him how to win the hearts of girls, just like we are doing now,” Kavya said with a smile.

"Oh!" Ron was secretly happy. "He can't learn this. It's a matter of talent."

Viraj, it’s not that I won’t teach you, bro.

Hela has become my shape, it's too late!

By the way, being a minotaur is quite exciting.

After being teased by Kavia, Ron was a little eager to make a move.

But as soon as he got off the car, he was shocked by what he saw.

At the entrance of Suer Electric Appliances, there is a clay statue about two or three meters high, standing there like a huge statue.

Its neck was covered with garlands, and beside the small stone platform in front of it, someone was holding an oil lamp and circling the clay figurine over and over again.

What the hell? When did the entrance to his factory become a temple?

Ron took a closer look and realized that the clay figure was just an enlarged version of himself.

This. Ron's brain short-circuited.

“It’s Sulbai!”, “It’s Sulbai!”

Suddenly, the person praying in front of the clay statue noticed Ron standing not far away.

They ran over excitedly and touched his feet.

Ron was confused, but he still politely put his hand on their shoulders and completed the blessing gesture.

The men were shouting and speaking a variety of languages, of which Ron could only understand about six.

They all talk about his name, miracles, blessings, etc.

When passersby nearby heard what was happening, they all ran towards here. Ron was frightened by the scene.

He asked Anil to block the crowd and he quickly fled the scene with Kavya and Nia.

"What the hell is going on?"

In the office, Ron looked out the window with lingering fear.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered the last time Dara Singh went to the crew, which was exactly the same as now.

How could he be treated like a Bollywood star? No, stars shouldn't be worshipped in statues.

“Look at this.” Kavya pulled out a newspaper from her bag.

She didn't seem surprised by what had just happened, or seemed to know something about it.

Ron took the newspaper, flipped through it casually, and then opened his mouth in surprise.

PS: Uttar Pradesh is a major plot, and the preceding sections are all foreshadowing. The bloody veil there has not yet been lifted, and I will write about it interspersed and in-depth.

(End of this chapter)