Chapter 166 Creating God

Moral bankruptcy! Mr. Rao’s “Make in India” vision suffers a heavy blow!

The news headline seems normal, but why do the two accompanying photos look so familiar?

Baniya suddenly woke up. Isn't this a comparison picture of Suol Electric's water air conditioner and his copycat product?

A bad feeling rose from the bottom of his heart, and Bania lowered his head and quickly glanced at the newspaper.

The Times of India article did not directly target the newly renamed Sunil Electric.

It analyzes the current predicament of Indian manufacturing from multiple perspectives, including economy, environment, policy, law, and industry.

The article bluntly states that counterfeiting, imitation and plagiarism of ideas are the number one enemy of "Made in India".

If it were just these, it would be fine, but it chose to use Sunil Electric as a negative example.

From appearance to color, Sunil Electric's products were criticized from every angle.

"They even imitated the names. I just wonder if Mr. 'Sunil' is also planning to study medicine."

The article pointed out the dirty secret of Sunil Electric, which is that it shamelessly plays the role of a copy factory.

There is a lot of eloquent words, but the theme is only one, that is, the existence of Sunil Electric is a shame to India's manufacturing industry!

It brought shame to the government and made President Carp furious in his office!

Well, that's typical Times of India style. They're bundling politics and economics, and deliberately exaggerating the destructive power of the incident.

It is not known whether Rao was furious, but Bania was really angry.

It’s true that he copied it, but the product hasn’t been launched on sale yet!

Fengshen electric fan... no, what merits did Sunil Electric have to deserve such attention from The Times of India?

This is not the end, Baniya has other newspapers in his hands.

"Indian Express", consumers angrily denounced: We are not being taken advantage of!

The Sun, this is a blasphemy against the sun god Surya!

What the hell? Baniya looked confused.

The previous newspapers were still focusing on the plagiarism issue, so why did it later involve the Sun God?

The rapid change of style made him both angry and depressed.

My son took the newspaper and was happily reading a new comic magazine.

Bania snatched it away and threw it to the ground.

"I spent so much money on your tutoring class, and this is how you repay me?"

The twelve-year-old son was stunned with tears welling up in his eyes.

The new wife heard the noise in the kitchen and cautiously poked her head out.

"I've been making fish curry for half a day, and my stomach is growling with hunger!"

The pleasant weekend time was shattered.

The atmosphere at home dropped to freezing point and everyone was silent.

Even the naughty little son didn't know where he had hidden.

Bania was in a bad mood, he knew that his factory was in big trouble.

The fact that so many newspapers were suddenly targeting him could only prove one thing: he had gotten into trouble with someone big!

As for who it was, the newspaper also gave an answer.

The most innocent person who is regarded as a positive example is the one he offended.

Bania suddenly felt a little regretful. He didn't expect that Dr. Sur had so much power.

How did it happen that almost all the newspapers in Bombay were on his side?

Bribery? Bania tried it himself, and it didn't work.

It is difficult to get Indian newspapers to behave themselves, as they are all eager to create chaos.

Ding-ling-ling...the phone in the living room rang.

Bania picked up the phone angrily, but as soon as he heard the voice, he immediately put on a flattering smile.

The caller was the city councilor who had promised to introduce him to "Tiger" Thackeray, and he was also in a bad mood.

He blamed Bania for being stupid enough to mess with that Dr. Sur.

It has only been half a year since the bombings, and even today many newspapers in Mumbai still praise his merits.

Bania's actions were tantamount to humiliating the "Mumbai heroes", which obviously angered the public.

For five minutes, Bania stood in front of the phone, nodding and bowing.

After finally getting through with it, he spat viciously.

You took the money happily at the beginning, and I didn't see you taking Dr. Sur seriously.

Before changing the name, Bania specifically consulted the congressman, who assured him that this was free market competition.

In the end, a few newspapers scared him into distancing himself from the matter.

Bania's mood became even worse, and he was considering finding a more powerful backer.

It’s just a few reports. Which businessman or politician in Mumbai has not been scolded?

This is the only way to become a big shot!

If newspapers have their say, then what is the use of laws?

No, the Indian people may need laws but India does not need laws!

This country relies on bribes and connections.

Not only did Bania not lose his fighting spirit, but he became even more determined to ride on Dr. Sur's popularity.

Dr. Sur is a good man, he would not bother with a small person like me.

Besides, the newspapers have already scolded him. If he doesn't go and get some, wouldn't the scolding be in vain?

Ding-ling-ling…the phone rang again.

Bania answered the call impatiently. It was someone from the factory, and he blurted out scolding.

Sometimes it was the newspapers, sometimes it was the parliamentarians. He was filled with anger and had nowhere to vent it. His subordinates arrived at the right time.

But before he could get into the mood, he was interrupted and his face changed drastically.

"Did you write all this?" Ron looked at the newspaper in his hand with a strange expression.

“Not entirely.”

Kavya pursed her lips, trying to make the newly applied lipstick more even.

"Is it too exaggerated? I just want everyone to recognize our brand and not be easily misled."

“Ron, you still don’t understand India,” Kavya put away her makeup mirror, “This country needs gods.

This place is full of deception, betrayal, killing, sin and death. Without God, everyone will go crazy.

The more bloody one's hands are, the more one believes in God."

"But this..." Ron flipped through the newspaper in his hand, "I feel like you are creating a living god."

"There's nothing wrong with that. What's important is that people are willing to believe it." She has no burden about the articles she writes.

Although Kavya went to college abroad, she is a true Indian after all.

She had grown up hearing stories about various gods, and sometimes she herself would doubt whether Ron really had supernatural powers.

Otherwise, there is no way to explain why his milk is so hot, as if it is being bathed in sunlight, and the whole abdomen is warm.

She thought that even if Ron didn't have supernatural powers, he must be special.

"By the way, I seemed to see Rahul Mehrotra when I came here?" Kavya remembered something else.

"You mean that architect? I asked him to help design the new office building for Soul Electric."

"Wow, sounds like you're going to have a big go."

"You can see, my office is so crowded that there's not even enough room for us to change a few more moves."

"Bullshit!" She cursed with a smile, her delicate lips full of smiles.

"In short, this small building can't accommodate too many people anyway. There's a large piece of wasteland next to Suer Electric, enough to build an industrial park."

"It's hard to imagine that it was only a year ago that you asked me to inquire about this piece of land."

"You were still wary of me back then?" Ron shrugged.

Kavya laughed, that time she was wearing a plunging neckline and the guy’s eyes were not immune to it.

"Okay, my Sun God, it's time for me to go back to the newspaper office." She picked up her bag and stood up to leave.

She had sneaked out, taking advantage of an outbound visit. Now that the office games were over, it was time to go back.

"Come often for injections in the future."

"You are such a jerk!" Kavya almost threw the bag in her hand.

Ron laughed proudly a few times, he was a doctor after all.

Oh, people feel refreshed when happy things happen.

He could already imagine the look on Baniya's face right now.

This round of dirty water thrown is enough to make all the other party's efforts go to waste.

Potential users of water air conditioners are middle-income people, most of whom have the habit of reading newspapers.

It would be best to turn the copycat behavior of Sunil Electric into a scandal and nail it to the pillar of shame.

Once confirmed, the brand's reputation will be ruined.

Not only will the water air conditioner, which has not yet been launched, be stillborn, but even the existing electric fans may be in danger.

At that point, Ron has a backup plan waiting to make sure it dies beautifully.

It seems that the public opinion war is effective at the moment. Even Harry and others called to ask for details.

Ron guessed that the Mumbai business community was already full of rumors, but he was not in a hurry.

On the table is the concept map of the future Suer Electric Office Building, which is what he cares about now.

The total number of employees at Sur Electric has expanded to eight or nine hundred, most of whom are outsourced workshop workers.

Office workers account for about a quarter of the population, and this small group of people has already filled the originally old three-story building.

Ron also plans to set up his own technology center, and the current place is not enough in any way.

So building an industrial park is no joke. It will be the future headquarters of Sur Electric in Mumbai.

Well, it must be grand.

The trouble is that it would cost a lot of money to acquire such a large piece of wasteland.

He roughly estimated that it was more than 200 acres, or more than 80 hectares, a very spacious piece of land.

An industrial park not only has factories, but also roads, warehouses, and even employee communities.

This is a big project, and to be honest, it is very difficult for Ron now.

But he was very ambitious and had been eyeing that piece of land for a long time. Many areas in Mumbai were still undeveloped, and in a few years it might be too late to make a move.

The best thing is that due to the bombings, land prices in all areas of Mumbai have fallen, by as much as 40 percent.

As I was thinking about my future plans, I heard footsteps at the door.

"Boss!" Ashish came running over.

He didn't even bother to knock on the door, nor did he have time to think about whether his sister and the others were inconvenienced.

"What's going on?" Ron looked up.

"Boss, Sunil's electrical appliance factory is surrounded." Ashish couldn't hide the joy on his face.

"What! Didn't I tell you that our people are not allowed to participate?"

"They are not our people. The workers are all in the workshop. Do you want to go and have a look?" Ashish's face was full of excitement.

Ron was stunned for a moment, then his expression gradually became interesting.

(End of this chapter)