Chapter 259 Sapphire

Sapphire's most luxurious private room is on the top floor, where you can find the best service, the best dancers, and the best guests.

Stepping into the third floor is like stepping into a Bollywood set. There are several special private rooms, each with a stage where colorful spotlights illuminate women dancing to the music.

Meticulously replicating the movements and dance steps from Bollywood films, they wore flowing chiffon saris and backless silk gowns, as if they had stepped onto the stage from a Suraj Bajatya film.

Among all the private rooms, the most popular ones are the Theater Hall, VIP Hall and Muza Ballroom.

The theater hall is furnished with sofas and terraced benches, like those in a gymnasium.

This way, the dancers don't have to bend down to talk to the guests, and everyone has a clear view.

The VIP room is relatively the smallest and most independent, with sofas arranged around the room and closest to the performers.

The furnishings in the private rooms are very exquisite, filled with European classical sculptures and gilded mirrors, as well as murals depicting court dancers feeding Indian princes wine.

Ron and the others noticed the girl on the stage almost as soon as they entered the door. Among all the dancers, she was the tallest, had long hair like a waterfall, and a smile as bright as the stars.

It was as if the moment the heroine in a movie appeared, the camera focused on her, and everything around her, including all the other girls on the stage, became blurred.

The dancer before her, who understood the reverie that could be aroused by having her back to the audience, leaned forward and slowly moved her hips in a dance move that was clearly intended to imitate the movements of pleasure.

It wasn't a veiled hint, but a frank display. She then turned around, revealing a sweet smile that only a young girl could give.

She has full lips, a long neck, big eyes and a small, slightly upturned nose.

Rajan was fascinated by her and almost immediately thought that she was the most beautiful and sexy woman he had ever seen in his travels in India.

"Compared to her, those rich girls from Mumbai are nothing!" he said to himself in his heart.

Ron winked at Luca, who immediately introduced: This is Sapphire's most popular dancer, Mona Lisa.

It was a stage name, of course, but that didn't stop Rajan from remembering it immediately.

Luca said a few words to the waiter next to him, who left immediately.

Soon, Mona Lisa, who was originally singing and dancing on the stage, slowly walked off the stage and came in front of Ron and the others.

She put her arm around Rajan and Ron and intimately led them to sit on the sofa closest to the center of the stage.

This seat is vacant and reserved only for the most distinguished guests in the private room.

The police chief, city council members, big businessmen, and Arab chiefs gathered around all craned their necks, curious about who this person was and why he had the best seats reserved for him right away.

When they saw it was Ron, they all nodded in this direction to show their friendliness.

Ron responded, and Rajan kept clasping his hands together.

He felt both restrained and proud.

The people around me are all important people in Mumbai, and each of them is worthy of being on the front page of the newspaper.

Now they bowed respectfully towards him, and the feeling of being superior was indescribable.

Power is a man's aphrodisiac.

But this is a place to have fun, and after a brief greeting, everyone was immersed in the performance on stage again.

I don’t know where Luca found these girls, from Europe and America to Brazil, India, and Africa, with all kinds of skin colors.

What's more, they dance Indian dance, which is amazing.

What could be more exciting than having exotic beauties perform dances of their own culture?

At least the Indian men couldn't grasp it. They all clapped and cheered, and some even came forward to give tips.

There are many ways to tip. Relatively reserved people will give the tip to the waiter.

The latter holds the banknote firmly, palm facing downwards, and shoots it over the dancer's head as accurately as cutting cards.

This way, the reward target is clearer and the items are easier to pick up. Some guests also like to play games.

For example, there are ten pieces of paper in front of you, each with an amount ranging from a few thousand to one hundred thousand rupees written on it.

A familiar dancer comes over and takes a note to get the corresponding tip written on it.

There were also people sitting alone at the table, singing along with the music with their eyes blurred.

There was a pile of five-hundred-rupee notes in front of him. He picked up two every once in a while and held them high in the air. He ignored the dancers who quickly took the notes and left, and just sang with ecstasy.

The dancers are like goldfish in a pond. When they see bread crumbs scattered, they rush to grab them and then swim away without any reluctance.

Some people even threw banknotes at the dancers' faces rudely, or tried to show some kind of indifference and contempt.

He would turn his back to the dancer and throw hundreds of banknotes in her direction, always facing the rest of the bar's patrons and smiling.

Finally, he raised his empty hands in the air and announced to the crowd: to him, money and dancers were worthless.

Everyone indulged in pleasure and lavished money, throwing it around like water. They wanted to have fun, and they had no shortage of money.

Stimulated by desires for money, beauty and other things, Rajan also had an urge to spend money like water.

Ron gestured, and immediately a waiter brought over several plates.

There was a "garland" dedicated to the dancers. The "garland" was made of 500-rupee notes wrapped in plastic.

They were so densely packed that it took hundreds of them to make a single garland. There was a whole pile of these garlands, at least seven or eight.

"Mr. Sur?" Rajan pretended to be confused.

"Go ahead, don't be polite, otherwise Mona Lisa will be picked up by someone else later." Ron patted his shoulder and encouraged him.

Everyone knows what people who come here want to do.

Every dancer on the stage is being watched, and there are always more guests than dancers, which creates a wonderful competitive atmosphere.

It encourages you to spend a lot of money, the more the better, until you become the king here.

Mona Lisa was so beautiful that Rajan couldn't resist the opportunity to show her face.

He picked up the "wreath" and walked forward, and with Mona Lisa's cooperation, put the wreath around her neck.

There were whistles, cheers and applause in the private room. This string of garlands was worth at least hundreds of thousands of rupees.

It is an absolute masterpiece and deserves everyone's respect.

Rajan raised his hand modestly to greet everyone. It felt so good to be the focus of the whole audience.

They are not ordinary people, they are big shots and elites.

This kind of recognition from the high-end social circle is enough to make anyone feel elated.

Monalisa responded to Rajan's tip with a dance move, removing her outermost sari to reveal her smooth, white back.

Amidst the crowd's cheers, she knelt on the stage, her upper and lower body twisting at different speeds, her navel the central axis, her long hair like a waterfall.

The young Indian girl danced with an animalistic intensity that stretched every part of her body across the small stage: her legs, hips, breasts, arms, lips, hair, and eyes.

Her beauty was wild, and Rajan couldn't stop himself from wanting her.

Soon he had given away all the garlands on the plate, and the entire VIP room was cheering for him.

Rajan's shirt was soaked, he was so excited and thrilled.

"Is the show tonight good?" Ron asked with a smile.

"Wow! I've never felt anything like this in my life, seriously, Soul."

"As a human being, the most important thing is to be happy."

"You're right, it's great." Rajan's eyes were still on the stage.

"Cough" Ron coughed lightly.

“Oh, by the way,” Rajan came back to his senses, “you said there was a sum of money going to Dubai.”

"Yes, you know, I own a travel agency."

"How much? Do I need special approval?"

"So many." Ron gestured with his fingers.

"Thirty million?"

"Three hundred million."

Rajan's eyes froze, and the wild dance could not attract him.

"Dude, what are you planning to do?"

"Sure TV knows."

“Of course, your advertisement has been all over India.”

"It's so popular that all our stock has been used up ahead of time and we need to urgently import a batch."

"So this is for overseas transactions?"

"That's about it."

Rajan was not stupid enough to ask why the approval process was not followed. The Indian government would certainly give certain companies the right to use rupees abroad.

However, there are limits and the procedures are extremely complicated, not to mention such a large amount of 300 million rupees.

He guessed correctly, Ron was indeed not suitable for taking the open path.

Because it is trade with Southeast Asia, the Indian government is still quite sensitive about its eastern neighbor.

Regarding the relationship between the two countries, the atmosphere in India is also quite delicate.

Generally speaking, no one takes the initiative to do business with Todai.

It is quite unusual that two countries with populations exceeding one billion and being neighbors have a trade volume of less than $100 million.

Considering public opinion and his third brother's sensitive nerves, he could only come secretly.

"It's a bit troublesome." Rajan frowned.

"It's a small matter for you." Ron looked at the stage and then glanced at Luca beside him.

Soon Mona Lisa, dressed in scantily clad clothes, came over dancing and continued to dance while standing in front of Rajan.

Long legs and white arms brushed against his back, chest, and neck.

Rajan forgot to answer Ron's question for a moment, and he was out of breath.

Some people came over to join in the fun and handed Mona Lisa a note.

It might contain a number or an amount of money, just for a moment of affection.

“OK, OK,” Rajan waved his hands anxiously, “No problem, Sur, no problem!”

"Ms. Mona Lisa likes you very much." Ron laughed.

See, it's actually very easy to deal with a bank president.

Ron and Luca smiled at each other in tacit understanding. Sapphire is more useful than the palace.

Here, your weaknesses will be magnified and a dancer can easily influence your decision.

Don’t feel bad about the “wreaths” you receive as rewards, because as the boss, Luca will take a commission.

He provided the garland, which went around and back again, with nothing changed.

But Rajan's emotional value was satisfied and everyone was happy.

It’s settled, 300 million rupees, nearly 10 million US dollars.

There are many things Ron could do, like buy a few more production lines.

The key is to seize the opportunity and expand the scale.

It’s been a week since Sur Electric went public, and it’s time to take stock of the gains.

Well, there might be trouble from NEC as well.

(End of this chapter)