Chapter 202 The Middleman
Yadav belongs neither to the Congress nor to the BJP. He has his own party, the Socialist Party.
So Yadav's house is not near the headquarters of these two parties, he lives on Ashok Road.
It was a large house with a red wall. There was a metal booth next to the door. Inside, an armed guard was sitting, watching the Civic approaching vigilantly.
Ratan rolled down the window and the guard let them in without saying hello.
He is already a regular here and does not need to report, apply, and wait for a reply like ordinary people.
As soon as he entered the yard, Ron saw two German Shepherd dogs wandering around the garden, barking from time to time.
To be honest, Yadav's ministerial residence reminded Ron of a place, the estate of the Dubey family in Uttar Pradesh.
This place is no less beautiful than the other one. A peacock flew onto the wall and stayed there.
It was sunset, and the peacock's dark blue neck and long tail turned golden in the afterglow of the setting sun.
But in the blink of an eye, the peacock flew away without a trace.
Deep in the garden there were sounds of other animals: lions, tigers, monkeys.
Ron had no doubt that the minister's house was hiding a zoo for him or his family to enjoy.
When they arrived at the door of an office, a tall and thin figure was waiting there.
"Ramal, does Mr. Yadav have time now?" Ratan hugged his shoulders affectionately.
"The minister was in a meeting until the early hours of last night and he needs to rest now." Lamar shrugged with a smile.
"This is my brother Ron, you've met him. His cement factory was personally commissioned by Mr. Yadav. He flew here from Mumbai and just got off the plane."
"Oh, of course I know them. Soul Electric is very famous." Assistant Lamar smiled and shook hands with Ron. "I heard there are a lot of foreigners in Mumbai?"
"Yes, they came to India for tourism, and the first city they visited was Mumbai."
"Wow, then you must have seen a lot of foreign women." Lamar was very envious.
"You could say that." Ron's expression turned strange.
"There are foreigners in New Delhi, but they are too serious, including foreign women, and people are not interested."
Ron glanced at Latan, who spread his hands secretly, as if to say that this guy was very difficult to deal with.
"Don't worry, Ron. I'll be sure to have the Minister call you as soon as he wakes up."
"Thank you, we are grateful for your help, but when will Mr. Yadav wake up?"
"Maybe in an hour or two, maybe tomorrow, who knows."
"It's still early, let's go have some fun."
"What?" Lamar didn't expect Ron to be so direct.
"Come on, let's find a place where foreign women aren't so serious."
Ron winked at Latan, and the two brothers immediately carried Lamar out the door and got straight into the Civic.
“Ishang, is there any whiskey in the car?”
"Yes, young master." He took out the bottle of treasured Johnnie Walker from the storage box on the passenger seat.
"Oh, this car is really well equipped." Lamar sat down with peace of mind. An Indian man couldn't refuse whiskey.
Yishan has transformed from a driver to a bartender, and he poured drinks for the three people in the car.
After doing all this, he looked at Anil beside him provocatively and said, "Look, how capable I am."
"Cheers!" Ron clinked glasses with Lamar enthusiastically.
The aroma of whiskey filled the car, and Lamar had a comfortable expression on his face.
"You're a very talented driver. Some people would just pour the wine everywhere." He was in a good mood.
"You would never guess that he belongs to a caste that completely prohibits alcohol," Ratan joked.
"So where are the non-serious foreign women?" Ron asked with a smile.
"The Modern Hotel," Lamar blurted out.
"Okay, let's go there." Ron patted Yishan's shoulder.
"A car is a man's palace." Lamar patted the Civic he sat in with envy. "I dream of doing that in a car."
Ratan laughed. After drinking, everyone's relationship suddenly became much closer.
"No, not in Mumbai. There are too many people on the streets there," Ron agreed.
"That's the beauty of being in New Delhi, my friend." Lamar took another sip of his drink. "How are you doing, Ron?"
"The cement plant is my most important business, along with Soul Electric."
"That's right, that's right," said Lamar, sniffing the cup. "But that's not what we in Delhi mean when we say 'situation'. My dear friend!"
He smiled and then pointed to a part of himself. "I mean, who's serving you here?"
"Oh, there were so many people coming and going that I couldn't remember who it was."
The men in the car laughed, and Lamar laughed the most exaggerated and disgustingly.
Ron was laughing too, that muscular laugh.
Ratan was right, all these thugs were bastards.
"Oh, we're here." Lamar kept looking out the window, afraid of missing the show he had been looking forward to for a long time.
"Ishan, stop the car." Ron and Ratan walked towards the hotel gate first, and the two whispered a few words.
Lamar followed them, glancing left and right like a kid who knows he shouldn't do something bad but is ready to do it anyway.
He had just started working as Yadav's assistant and no one had asked him to come to a place like this.
Lamar had hinted to Latan before, but the latter kept asking him to drink, and it wasn't just for tips.
Today, Ron took action and immediately understood the mystery.
If you say he is a businessman, he will understand everything at once.
Lamar liked Ron very much, especially after hearing his conversation with the hotel manager.
"I know there are foreign women here who provide special services, very high-end services." Ron handed over a few large rupees.
"Oh, there are some European girls. They live around here and are always available."
"Great, any recommendations?" Ron asked.
"Are you interested in American Hollywood stars? There's a girl who looks a lot like one of them, 60,000 rupees."
"That's her!" Ron turned and looked at Lamar, "What do you think?"
"Okay, okay!" Amar stuttered.
60,000 rupees! Wow, that’s enough for him to sleep with a different Indian woman every day for half a year.
The manager made a phone call, and soon a blonde girl hurried in from outside. She really looked like a female celebrity that Ron was familiar with.
Lamar's eyes almost popped out. He didn't expect that the hotel manager was serious.
The girl is tall and beautiful, and the most eye-catching thing about her is her beautiful hair!
The blonde hair is sleek and shiny, just like what you see in shampoo commercials!
This hit the spot in Lamar's heart. There were blonde girls like this in the American movies he watched when he was a child, and he still remembers them to this day.
The manager smiled and said to the girl, "Please greet the guests in Hindi."
"How are you, sir?" she said, perfectly voiced, reaching out and taking Lamar's hand.
"See, India has progressed, hasn't it? Even she can speak Hindi now." Ron smiled.
"Yes, yes, New Delhi is amazing!" Lamar was at a loss.
"Go on, upstairs." Ron winked.
The hotel manager enthusiastically took Lamar upstairs, and the European girl joined them.
"Will this work?" Ratan asked quietly after they left.
"Didn't you see the weakness of Lamar?"
"What?"
"Blonde! He likes blondes."
"Wow, man, you know a lot about women."
"It's a common problem among Indian men."
Ratan laughed, saying that Indian men are like this, they can’t even walk when they see the posters.
"What do we do now, just wait here?"
"Go have a cup of tea, that Lamar won't be long."
"How do you know?"
"Weak point! A weakness that can instantly break your defense."
Sure enough, about ten minutes later, Lamar came downstairs trembling, as if he had a serious illness.
"The minister should be awake. Let's go back." His voice sounded weak.
"Lamar, are you okay?" Ron waved the car over.
"Very good! Ron, that blonde hair is real, genuine, I've touched it." He smelled of a strange perfume.
"Once the cement factory business is settled, Ratan will bring you here again. You can stay as long as you want."
"Okay, let's go find the minister now." He got into the car, and the smell of perfume made Yi Shang sneeze continuously.
"Come on, Ishan, stop rubbing your nose." Ratan struck while the iron was hot without wasting a moment.
The sun had already set, and the birds in the city began to line up and return to their nests.
New Delhi is a well-planned city, very large and crowded.
But there are still many green spaces in the city, including large parks, forest reserves, and large tracts of wasteland, and small animals often run out of the green spaces on the road.
When Civic arrived at the minister's residence again, it was almost completely dark and the wolfhounds in the yard were barking loudly.
With Lamar leading the way, Ron and the others went straight into Yadav's study.
The minister had just finished his dinner and was about to watch some TV.
He looks so relaxed, it doesn't look like he just woke up.
Forget it, now is not the time to dwell on this matter.
After saying hello, Ron didn't waste any words and directly took out the loan certificate from the Bombay Bank for 30 million.
He was telling Yadav that I am serious about mining and setting up a cement plant.
Sure enough, after receiving these assurances, Yadav became much more interested.
“When will the cement plant be put into production?”
"No more than two years."
"I'll give you a year and a half at most."
"Can."
It's almost 94, and in two years, it will be time to prepare for the next general election.
Yadav hopes the cement plant can become his political achievement, something tangible that he can brag about to the media.
"Uttar Pradesh State Bank. I'll call them tomorrow."
"I'll give you the money separately," Ron said without hesitation.
"You don't have to run it yourself, just send it to Lamar and he'll know what to do."
"good."
This is also for security reasons, as there are too many people watching New Delhi.
The two chatted for a few more words, and then Ron tactfully left.
To get things done in New Delhi, money alone is not enough, you have to find the right middleman.
They have the ability to get people into a politician's reception room, an official's office piled with documents, or a high-end salon.
Ron had only just begun dealing with the middlemen.
(End of this chapter)
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