Chapter 168 Villain
The man was Ashish, who lived not far from Amol's house, separated by a barbed wire fence.
When Amol went to the legal slum to pull electricity, he was able to do so only after Ashish gave his nod.
The two began to know each other from that time. As half of the boss of the Sur slums, Ashish needed to pay special attention to the special people here.
For example, Amor, who has a strong build and looks like someone who is not easy to mess with.
Most of them are gangsters, and they are likely to cause trouble wherever they go.
Of course, not all the people in the slums are kind. This city of money has forced them to develop all kinds of bad habits.
Therefore, Ashish and Anand would turn a blind eye to the general gangsters.
No one wants to associate with them except those villains who have killed people on their hands.
Ashish thinks that Amol has the potential to become a villain.
He's too impatient to be a sniper, too tactful to be a politician, and too clumsy to be a big brother.
He always got drunk and started fighting with his bare hands, or with whatever objects were at hand, such as glass jars, wooden sticks, or iron bars from roadside stalls.
He was well-known among the street thugs and had a following, but he could never reach the heights of Khad Khan.
The reason why Amor did not become a villain was because he had a harmonious family.
Whether it is his parents, his younger brother, or his wife, they all love him very much.
He also has a lovely daughter, and this strong man is always surrounded by the love of his family.
Ashish observed him until Amol came to him.
Now that the matter is over, Ashish has come to fulfill his promise.
As soon as he entered the door, Amor opened his eyes.
“That factory is finished.”
"I saw it." Ashish sat down, smiling and teasing the girl beside his legs.
"What does Mr. Sur say? Can I be transferred to Sur Electric?" A glimmer of hope appeared in Amor's eyes.
When his wife heard this, she also held her breath. Everyone in this slum hoped to become part of the Sur factory and move behind the barbed wire.
"Mr. Soul has agreed. You'll start work in a month. You'll start as the factory's security captain. What happens next will depend on your performance."
"Please tell Mr. Sur that nothing will go wrong in the factory with me here." Amor promised, patting his chest.
"Okay," Ashish stood up, "Mr. Sur doesn't like trouble, and he doesn't like Lavda even more."
"I understand. There won't be any more."
Ashish left satisfied. It was just a matter of arranging a personal arrangement, which was easy for him.
"Are you going to work under Mr. Sur?" Amor's wife was a little surprised.
"What do you think I've been busy with these days? Isn't it all to make you live a better life?" He felt a little proud and relieved.
Amor is well aware of his character flaws. If he continues like this, he will die on the street one day.
His daughter was only seven months old. One time, she almost fell into a bucket of water because no one was watching her. This experience made Amor wake up.
Without him, the family would fall apart. They would have to move away, his wife would remarry, and his daughter might not even have enough money for a dowry when she grew up.
He also wants to find a stable and good job so that his family can live a decent life.
Amol does not dream of moving into the wealthy area of Malabar Hill; his dream is closer to reality.
He marked out a small piece of land in front of his house, intending to expand his home there and build a balcony.
For Amor, enjoyment means going to the bar and having a drink.
He was not the most devout Hindu, but he followed the rules of Hinduism without complaint.
But Amol saw no hope before. He noticed that there were fewer and fewer factories in Mumbai and the employment rate in this area was getting lower and lower.
People are unemployed and at home, men have nothing to do all day, but they have to spend money wherever they go.
If a young man decides to go to a nightclub and have a few drinks to have fun, he will have no money to support his family.
You got him used to going to nightclubs and this lifestyle, and he'll do anything to maintain it.
Amol once knew a man who killed someone just to pay for 200 rupees of alcohol.
It was difficult for him to understand at first, but after spending a long time on the streets, he understood a truth: what kind of person you are determines what kind of things you do.
You are a writer. After a few drinks, you will say to yourself, I must write something.
If you are a dancer, after a few drinks, you will think, why not dance?
If you are a killer, after a few drinks, you will think, what's the big deal about killing people?
Amor was scared. He worried that he would have such dangerous thoughts one day in the future.
But the salary at the dairy factory where he works now is meager, less than 800 rupees.
This is higher than the income of most people in the slums, but far from enough to provide a comfortable life for the whole family.
Until Sur Electric rose from the ground, it was like the sun in central Mumbai, attracting everyone's attention here.
An average worker's salary is 3,000 rupees, which is almost three times more than Amol's income.
He was paid nothing more than what he earned working hard on the streets, and was a complete and utter failure.
Amor sometimes thought that if he joined Sur Electric, he would surpass most of his colleagues within a year.
He has this confidence because he has been educated and has a degree certificate.
Yes, Amol is actually a Brahmin.
With the unexpected death of his potential rival, Ron finally had the energy to focus on other things.
First of all, Anand and his friends are back.
This trip to Brazil lasted two to three months.
Today Ron drove to Luca's rented apartment in Mumbai to celebrate together. Their business was going well.
"Dude, you should have come with me." Luca seemed to darken even more.
"Yes, Brazilians are very enthusiastic." Anand shook his neck with nostalgia in his eyes.
"See?" Luca pointed at him. "This guy has been well taken care of by our Brazilian girls. Last night he was still comparing himself to the girls in the palace."
"You went to the palace?" Ron raised his eyebrows.
"Well, Ron, I'm just curious, and I want to take Rajiv to broaden his horizons."
Anand argued, then stared at Rajiv anxiously, hoping that he would take responsibility for the matter.
Unfortunately, Rajiv, who was still just a big boy, was blushing and lowering his head, not daring to look at Ron.
Luca laughed. "I can testify that this was all Anand's idea. He called two very old girls yesterday, in their forties."
"Ah! Bastard! We agreed to keep the secret, you oath-breaker!" Anand screamed, wanting to beat him up in anger.
But his legs were short and he couldn't catch up, so he sat on the sofa in frustration.
"Ron, don't tell Frieda, she'll kill me."
"I won't tell you. I'm just a little curious. What is this unique hobby of yours?"
"Oh my God, don't ask!" Anand rolled around on the sofa in discomfort.
"What about you?" Ron looked at Rajiv. "Are you the same as Anand?"
"No, I was eighteen!" Rajiv denied it flatly and quickly took two steps to the side, away from Anand.
Anand pretended to be dead, and secretly decided in his heart that next time he went to the palace, he would at least order someone younger to make it look good, and not always choose the super-old set meal.
"Man, we've been drifting on the sea for so long, we need to relax for a while." Luca finally spoke for the two of them.
"I don't care about these things," Ron waved his hand nonchalantly, "Let's talk about business."
"Wow!" Luca snapped his fingers excitedly. "I promise, you'll be stunned."
Anand stopped lying there. He quickly jumped up and pulled out a black leather box from under the sofa.
"Ron, it's all here!" He opened the box and pushed it forward as if presenting a treasure.
The piles of green US dollars are so dazzling.
"We have done our biggest deal to date. According to the agreement, the $350,000 is yours."
The capital invested by Luca and his team this time was as high as 400,000 US dollars.
Some of the money was from the two brothers, and some was from other friends.
After purchasing goods worth $400,000 and shipping them to South America, the value of the goods soon more than tripled.
According to the agreement, Ron took two floors of it, and including the top-quality medicines from the leprosy slum, he earned a total of $350,000.
Damn, selling medicine is indeed profitable, and the profit margin is incredibly high.
If it weren't for the scale of Sur Electric Appliances, the money it earned might not be as much as from selling medicine.
Ron winked behind him, and Anil immediately stepped forward to collect the money.
"Well, man, I told you that you have to put money into the business, then you can make more money."
Luca is in high spirits now. He is the one who gets the most money from this business trip to South America.
He invested the principal and took all the profits. Those who took advantage of the opportunity and made money had to give him 40% of the profits.
He was making so much money that Luca might become a millionaire soon.
But human greed is endless, and he wants more.
"Why don't you consider investing some capital? Let's make the pie bigger together so we can get a bigger share."
"I'm short of funds right now, how can I have any extra money?" Ron refused with a smile.
"What kind of business are you doing? Are you making money from medicines?" Luca didn't give up.
"You know, I just opened a branch factory."
“Come on, man, your business style is not Indian at all.”
"Okay, let's go to the Taj Mahal at noon today. We'll talk about business later."
Ron laughed and changed the subject.
Want him to use his own money to do business? No way! Especially this kind of shady business.
Again, Brazil is too far away, don't let your money get out of control.
After taking everyone out for a five-star meal, Ron asked the driver to go home.
He had to send the money back and hide it. It was a huge sum of hundreds of thousands of dollars.
As soon as he got home, before he could take inventory of his own small treasury, Nia hurried over to report.
"Baba, someone called."
"who?"
"Thackeray, he asked you to come over."
(End of this chapter)
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