Chapter 447 A Critical Step

The BJP's plan to develop the Golden Quadrilateral Highway project instantly made headlines in major media outlets.

Most editorialists are not optimistic about it, and this is also something that the BJP has been criticized for for a long time.

That is, they lack experience in economic governance and large-scale infrastructure projects and have no outstanding political achievements.

The Golden Quadrilateral is 5,800 kilometers long, and even the former Congress Party had never undertaken such a large project.

Can the inexperienced BJP handle this? Everyone is skeptical.

When Ron visited Vajpayee, the latter was preparing to make a public response to the incident.

"Do you want to take on this project?" he asked straight to the point.

"Soul Real Estate has built many roads in Uttar Pradesh. You can go and see them. They are very beautiful."

"You know the significance of this project, right? It's the largest highway network project in India since independence. It aims to promote national economic integration and is a matter of national strategy."

"Of course, that's why I came here in person." Ron nodded.

"It may be more complicated than you think. The initial budget exceeds 600 billion rupees. It also involves some complex scheduling issues such as technical support, land acquisition, cost-effectiveness, public opinion, etc."

Vajpayee was kindly reminding Ron that although state projects were lucrative, they were also troublesome.

This is not like in Uttar Pradesh, where his Sur Group can do whatever it wants.

In other states, if disputes with local authorities are not properly resolved, the project may be shelved for a long time, potentially leading to losses.

"My ambition is not that big. I only want projects in Delhi, Mumbai, and the areas around Chennai." Ron knows his own limitations.

"That's right. Tata and Reliance are also inquiring about this matter. Neither of you can take it all."

"Are they planning to bid too?" Ron's heart tightened.

"What do you think? We plan to divide this project into more than a dozen parts and carry it out in stages."

This can not only reduce financial pressure, but also disperse construction risks.

"Okay, I'll have my people prepare the project plan as soon as possible."

"You have to bear at least 30% of the budget funds, and there is also public opinion." Vajpayee also had a headache when talking about this matter.

There are too many people questioning it, and the BJP is now trying hard to maintain its authority.

"Leave public opinion to Sun Media." Ron immediately took over the conversation.

"Sun Media?"

"Yes, Sun Media will be responsible for conveying the significance of the Golden Quadrilateral project to the public. It would be best if we could reach a consensus."

This is exactly what the BJP urgently needs, to resolve doubts through shaping public opinion and binding interests, and to build a consensus on the necessity of this project for national development.

Yes, this was very much to Vajpayee's liking.

"With All India Television and Sun TV joining forces, we can cover almost half of the Indian population."

"Not only that, Sun Media recently acquired India Today, aiming to build it into a national daily newspaper with a wider coverage."

"Oh, that's good news." Vajpayee finally looked happy. "I can tell you the truth. You can get at least 1,000 kilometers of the Golden Quadrilateral project."

"Soul Real Estate will definitely make it a model," Ron promised.

"I'll greet people when bidding, but it's best if you meet the people from the Highway Department in person."

"I understand." Ron nodded.

It is said that it is easy to see the King of Hell, but difficult to deal with little ghosts.

Although he had the support of the leader Vajpayee, he also needed to benefit the people below him.

Otherwise, they can cause big trouble with just a little trick.

There are so many wealthy tycoons, such as Tata and Reliance, but in the end we still have to be polite to them.

Ron understood this principle: harmony brings wealth.

For a 1,000-kilometer project, the government budget would have to be at least 100 billion rupees.

The construction cost of the contract may be tens of billions, which is a huge sum even if 30% of the cost is advanced by oneself.

Fortunately, all the businesses under Ron's name are doing well, and the cash flow of two or three hundred billion is not a big problem.

Tsk, speak slowly before taking on big projects.

But seeing this kind of fat meat, I still can't help but take a big bite.

Ron didn't delay and prepared to visit the Minister of Highways in two days.

He also secretly inquired about the other party's preferences in advance, and found out that the other party was a pervert.

So Ron called Satya again and asked her to arrange the pagan test quickly.

“Bahrum, go back to Uttar Pradesh tomorrow morning, don’t forget.”

"Yes, sir."

Satya had to rush back to arrange the candidates in advance and then send them over.

As a driver, Barum is always on call.

If I go back tomorrow, I still have a chance today.

In the past half month, he has started his own entrepreneurial plan.

He was ashamed to admit what he had done, and he had finally begun to deceive his master.

He used a siphon to steal gas from the gas tank and took the car to a shady repair shop, asking them to fix things that didn't need to be fixed.

And on three occasions, he picked up a passenger on the way back to his Windsor apartment and charged a small amount of money.

The strangest thing is that every time he looked at the money he got from deceiving his master, he didn't feel guilty, but what?

anger.

The more he stole from his master, the more he realized how much his master had stolen from him.

If I have to use one word to describe it, it is that Barum went from having a flat belly to having a big belly, and he started eating other people's food.

Today was Saturday, and Satya said he wouldn't be using the car that day. Balum guzzled two glasses of cheap whiskey, mustered his courage, and headed for the servants' quarters.

The driver with vitiligo happened to be sitting under a poster of a female movie star. Every time his master had an affair with an actress, he would put the actress's poster on the wall and play cards with other drivers.

"Celebrities are nothing. Without the support of tycoons, they will just be stripped naked over and over again."

He looked up and saw Barum.

"Hey, look who's here! It's the Yoga Master. Welcome, dear sir."

They all laughed, and Barum laughed too.

"Country Mouse, we're talking about Bollywood. You know, this isn't a dirty place. You can't force yourself on a woman. You have to use other methods. Do you know who this actress on the wall is?"

Barum hooked his finger and asked him to come over.

He shook his head. "Wait a minute, Country Mouse. I'm having a good chat, and it's about women."

Barum shook the brown envelope in his hand and immediately put down the cards in his hand.

Barum insisted on taking him to the parking lot, where the Ambassador car cast a shadow on the ground, and he counted the money in the shadow.

"All right, Country Mouse, the money's all here. Where's your master? Did you drive him there?"

"I am my own master."

He didn't understand at first, but then he was stunned with surprise. He rushed over and hugged Barum.

"Country Mouse!" he hugged again. "My good brother!"

He also came from a filthy place, and he would feel very proud when he saw that there were people like him who had aspirations for life.

Vitiligo used his Honda Civic, which was of course his master's Honda Civic, to take Barum to the restaurant.

And Vitiligo said that when his boss is not around, his car also serves as an "amateur taxi" to earn extra money.

The hotel is located in South Extension Sector 2, one of the best shopping areas in Delhi.

Vitiligo locked his Toyota Civic, smiled at Barum, gave him a little encouragement, and then the two of them walked towards the hotel front desk together.

There was a man in a white shirt and black bow tie, his fingers running down the items in a long ledger.

Vitiligo whispered something in his ear, and he looked at Barum, his fingers still on the ledger.

The manager shook his head. "A blonde woman, accompanying him?"

He put his hands on the counter and leaned forward to look Barum up and down.

"Just him?"

Vitiligo Lips smiled and said, “Listen to me, the rich men in Delhi have already played with all the blonde women, and God knows what kind of women they will play with next.

"The green-haired woman from the moon? Now it's the working class' turn to line up and play with white women. I tell you, this guy is the future of your business, treat him well."

The manager seemed undecided for a moment, then he snapped the ledger shut and held out his palm to Barum.

"Give me another five hundred rupees," he grinned. "That's for the working class."

"I didn't!" Barum said angrily.

"Either give me five hundred rupees or forget about it."

Barum took out the last three hundred rupees, took the money, adjusted his tie, and went upstairs.

Vitiligo Lips patted his shoulder and said, "Good luck, Country Mouse, for speaking up for all of us!"

"What?" Barum asked subconsciously, feeling a little nervous.

"When you charge, shout my name."

Barum turned his head and looked at the vitiligo-pink lips, feeling nauseous.

"Okay, go ahead and don't lose face!"

Barum ran upstairs.

In room 114A, the manager stood at the door, his ear pressed against it. He whispered, "Anastasia?"

He knocked on the door and put his ear to it again: "Anastasia, are you there?"

He pushed open the door and saw a chandelier, a window, a green bed and a blonde girl sitting on the bed.

Barum sighed, for this girl was not at all the pure-blooded, pure white girl that her master had enjoyed last time.

And not half as good-looking as she was, it occurred to Barum now, a fact he had never noticed before.

Rich people always get the best things in life, and people like him only get the leftovers.

The manager raised his hands in front of Barum, who opened his palms and closed them again, then did it again.

Twenty minutes.

Then he made a knocking motion with his fist and a kicking motion with his shiny black leather boot.

"Understood?"

That's what will happen to Barum in twenty minutes.

"I understand." He nodded.

He only has twenty minutes, and if he goes over time, the manager will come in and kick him out.

Barum's Adam's apple kept moving, and the sound of cockroaches began to echo in his mind again.

(End of this chapter)