Chapter 170: There is no business war in India
"What proposal do you mean, Dr. Soule?" asked Thackeray.
“Though I have nothing to do with Mr. Bania’s factory being destroyed, everyone is contributing to the development of Mumbai.
So I decided to buy out Mr. Bania’s factory, and maybe that would be acceptable to everyone.”
Thackeray's eyes lit up. This might be a win-win situation.
Not only will the conflict between the two be resolved, but it will also be beneficial to his own reputation if the news spreads.
See, he, Tiger Thackeray, handles things fairly and impartially, and is more reliable than the Bombay courts.
"What do you say, Banya?"
Baniya was also a little tempted. His factory was now in a mess and all the goods in the warehouse had been snatched away, causing huge losses.
If someone is willing to buy it, of course he is willing to do so.
Who knows if even if it is repaired this time, someone will come and smash it again next time.
He looked up at Senator Kaplan beside him, who gave him a wink.
"Of course I can consider it, that's the price."
"3 million rupees." Ron didn't waste any words and gave the price directly.
"What?! I have two production lines and the third is still under construction. There's no way it's only worth thirty lacs."
“But they were destroyed.”
"you"
As soon as Ron opened his mouth, he was speechless.
"Okay!" Thackeray interrupted the two again, then turned his gaze to Congressman Kaplan, "What do you think?"
"The price is a bit low, but considering the factory's condition and Dr. Soul's generosity, thirty lacs is not too much."
"Then it's settled." Sacre didn't allow anyone to refuse and made the decision directly.
Bania's expression changed, and his chest felt stuffy. He hadn't even started bargaining.
"I'll send someone to deal with this matter tomorrow." Ron stated.
"No, right now." Thackeray waved his hand. "You guys finish this in front of me today."
Ron and Bania were both stunned. This big guy really did what he wanted.
"Okay, let me borrow your phone." Ron dialed the number on the landline, said a few words and hung up.
Bania, who was being held hostage, had no choice but to make a phone call.
While waiting, Thackeray started talking about his political theories again.
"Mumbai has become a hotbed of crime. If someone wants to get something for nothing, they will come to Mumbai. The railway station is a paradise for pickpockets."
"There's also a huge market for extortion. You call someone and say, 'I want this much and at what time, and my people are waiting there.' Out of fear, people will do it."
"The threat from the slums is growing. Criminals there are playing a cat-and-mouse game with the police. If you do something bad, even if you kill someone, you can walk away safe and sound and hide in the slums."
"Immigration policies must be strictly controlled to drive the herders out, not only from Mumbai but also from India, and ask them to go back to Bangladesh.
Find out who are the saboteurs among them, the ISI stooges, and hang them. Don't deport them, hang them! My approach is that simple."
The two major pains that weighed on Thackeray's heart were Mumbai's exploding population and the pastoralists.
He believed that the latter was one of the reasons for the former. After all, Lao Mu could marry four wives and have more children.
"In a few years, the herders will outnumber us. They are all bad people. Not only are they gangs rampant, but they also kill people without mercy. They are not like Hindus, who always think twice before killing."
Ron's head was swelling after listening to his long speech. The Shiv Sena were indeed a group of racists through and through. They were too hawkish.
Fortunately, just half an hour later, Harus came in hurriedly carrying a box, led by a servant.
He nodded to Ron, confirming that everything was correct.
In that case, let’s get straight to the point.
Ron placed the box on Thackeray's desk. "Here's thirty lacs in cash. Mr. Bania can count them."
Brand new rupees are always beautiful to exchange. Baniya was originally quite dissatisfied with the price, but after seeing so much money, he couldn't help but swallow his anger.
At this moment, another middle-aged man hurried over with a lot of documents in his hands.
"Here's the company's license and land lease." Bania did the same and placed it on Thackeray's desk.
Ron didn't hesitate, picked it up, glanced at it, and handed it to Harus behind him.
After receiving an affirmative reply, Ron nodded to Thackeray.
"I'm fine."
"The amount is correct."
Both parties confirmed it and then signed it in front of Thackeray.
Pay the money and get the goods.
Ron took the materials from Bania's company and Bania took Ron's money.
But as soon as his hand touched the box, Thackeray held it down with a wooden stick wrapped in gold foil.
"Mr. Thackeray" Bania's face changed drastically.
"The Shiv Sena Union manages millions of migrant workers in Mumbai. They don't have enough food or warm clothes, and they need help from big companies to barely survive. Shouldn't you do something about it?"
Bania was stunned. He thought that his factory was not a big company.
Of course, he has no say in this. If Thackeray says yes, then it is.
Damn, what union responsibility? Isn’t it just extortion?
Bania's face changed again and again. He gasped and tremblingly took out a bundle of rupees and pushed it respectfully in front of Thackeray.
"This one million rupees is my humble contribution to Bombay. Please accept it, Mr. Thackeray."
Thackeray did not touch the money; he simply removed the stick that was pressing on the box and then left it alone.
His daughter-in-law winked and told the servant to take the bundle of rupees and leave.
"Now that the matter has been resolved, I'll take my leave." Baniya couldn't wait to leave.
He was filled with rage, but had nowhere to vent it, so he could only flee from here as quickly as possible.
Thackeray snorted and waved him away.
"This guy is a poor boy from the countryside. He doesn't know the rules. I will teach him a lesson."
Congressman Kaplan walked up to Thackeray and gave him an ingratiating smile.
“He is not a Marathi and does not fit in here,” Thackeray said lightly.
"Understood. I'll do it right away." Senator Kaplan stepped forward, performed a foot-touching salute, and then stood up and left.
He nodded and gave Ron a kind smile as he left.
Not long ago, he helped Ron lower the price.
He had been Bania's connection in the government, but that was no longer the case half an hour ago.
No, to be precise, after the opponent's factory was destroyed, its utilization value was greatly reduced.
Between Ron and Bania, Kaplan chose the former without hesitation.
As a qualified politician, the ability to adapt to changing circumstances is the most basic quality.
"Mumbai is in chaos because of such low-quality people." Thackeray seemed angry.
He was angry that Baniya didn't know the rules, and even more angry that the other party didn't respect his position as the leader of the Shiv Sena.
When the Indian president comes to Mumbai, Thackeray does not have to go out to greet him.
He is just a small businessman, why?
But Thackeray was proud of his status and ultimately did not get angry in person.
He is extremely conceited, but he will not argue with small people.
"Anyway, thanks to you. Otherwise, it would be troublesome if you blamed me." Ron thanked him.
"You don't have to thank me. I know you wouldn't do such a thing. Sometimes the people below mess around, but the boss is held responsible. It's unreasonable."
Thackeray had probably also been dragged down by the Shiv Sena subordinates, and now he actually felt a bit sympathetic towards Ron.
As he was speaking, a servant came to report that there was another visitor outside, it was film director Vijay Kaushal.
After waving his hand to let the servant go, Thackeray came over mysteriously and whispered to Ron.
"His son is in jail."
"His son?" Ron raised an eyebrow.
If I remember correctly, this person seems to be alive and well, and even appeared in the newspaper these two days.
Thackeray explained that the person in jail was actually director Kaushal's nephew.
But who could have made this famous director marry his own niece?
Nephews and nieces are our children’s generation.
So outsiders simply called director Anand's children and nephews "sons" and "daughters" to satirize his promiscuity.
There was a lot of controversy surrounding Kaushal's nephew who was accused of murdering his father's mistress.
"This man tries to please me in every way as soon as he comes in," said Thackeray with a smile.
When the famous director entered the study, he was surprised to see Ron there.
He politely called out "Dr. Soul," and Ron greeted him with a smile.
However, to Thackeray's disappointment, director Kaushal did not mention anything about what had just happened, but talked about another unrelated matter.
Kaushal runs a cinema and his assistant went to producer Vinayak Raut's studio to record a video, but the equipment there broke down.
The producer had detained the assistant since yesterday afternoon and sent a letter demanding that Kaushal pay Rs 35,000 in compensation.
Kaushal showed the letter to Thackeray, and Raut also boasted that he had been Thackeray's bodyguard and had collected ransom for Thackeray and his "gangster" nephew.
Thackeray picked up the phone. He remembered every word of Kaushal and gave his men instructions.
"I want to see this Raut tomorrow at noon and appoint him as the Minister of Extortion."
Thackeray unexpectedly gave a humorous instruction, which was of course a joke.
That Raut will definitely release the person obediently, and no one dares to disobey the order of the Shiv Sena boss.
Look, one phone call and things will be done and the problem will be solved.
Thackeray was very interested in Bollywood, and the three chatted about the entertainment industry for a while.
It was at this time that they learned that Ron had invested in a movie, and they became more familiar with each other.
However, Ron didn't stay here for long. He exchanged business cards with Vijay Kaushal and then said goodbye and left.
There were countless people queuing outside to see Thackeray: politicians, businessmen, Bollywood filmmakers, you name it.
After leaving the villa and getting into his car, Ron sighed with a smile.
After what happened in the past few days, he finally understood.
In a place like India, there is no formal business war at all, only outrageous and abstract things.
Take Sunil Electric Appliances for example. Ron prepared a lot of backup plans, but in the end, none of them were used.
A religious charge directly brought down the competitor.
This fucking thing made Ron feel like his IQ was a bit redundant.
Even company transfers are a joke.
There was no lawyer involved in the entire process, and there was not even a formal contract.
So does this deal count? Of course it does!
Indians themselves are accustomed to this way of doing business, and even Bollywood signs contracts in the same way.
In addition, whether it was counterfeiting infringement or the factory being smashed, from Ron to Baniya, no one thought of solving the problem through legal means.
India's judicial efficiency is a joke.
It is no exaggeration to say that it is ridiculous. No one has any hope for it, and its credibility has long collapsed in the hearts of the people.
Forget it, whatever happens, Ron is happy to take advantage of the situation.
This time, not only did he fail to deal with his competitor, he also bought the other party's company. How amazing!
(End of this chapter)
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