Chapter 269 The Future Richest Man
Adniwa is sixty-seven years old, with a half-bald head and a typical Indian beard.
He is the new generation leader of the BJP. Unlike his predecessor Vajpayee's moderate style, Adniwa takes a tough approach.
In order to balance the relationship within the party, he ignored the opposition of Waghela and his followers and reassigned the opposition leader to an important position.
When Modi brought Ron to his office, Adniwa was discussing the BJP's election strategy with his subordinates.
"Mr. Sur, welcome to Gujarat." He said with a smile after his assistant left.
"It's very impressive here. On my way here from Ahmedabad, I saw flowers lining the road. There's nothing like this in New Delhi."
"Gujarat is the industrial state of India." Adnivar laughed complacently.
In terms of economic prosperity, Gujarat is not even among the top three in India. But when it comes to industrial base, it is indeed not much behind Maharashtra.
Ron's two subtle words of flattery really touched Adeniwa's sore spot.
"As an honourable Hindu, Mr Sur was a role model for many young people in the RSS."
"Honor to Lord Shiva." Ron folded his hands humbly.
"Honour to Lord Shiva!" the roomful of people repeated.
Come on, he forgot that this is the stronghold of the BJP, which regards Hinduism as the ultimate truth.
However, it can be seen that the senior management headed by Adeniwa has a good impression of Ron.
Last year's bombing not only made him a hero in Mumbai, but also made him famous among influential Hindus across the country.
After a few greetings, the atmosphere became harmonious.
Adeniwa started talking about business, while Modi sat beside him and took notes in a notebook.
"Sol Electric is a true national brand. Your TVs are affordable to everyone."
"This is exactly what we believe in. Soul Electric's goal is to enable Indians to use reliable and cheap domestic products. I love this country," Ron said shamelessly.
Of course, we have to talk about patriotism in front of the BJP, which has a right-leaning stance.
The famous National Volunteer Corps sings the national anthem every day. Do you expect them to understand what is technology, industry and trade or trade, industry and technology?
"I've read reports about the Sur Industrial Park in Mumbai. You're doing great. Not only have you created jobs for tens of thousands of people, but you've also opened up the Indian television market. How's the production there now?"
"About 80,000 units per month, and perhaps that could rise to 100,000 by the end of the year."
"Not enough, far from enough." Adniwa waved his hand with style. "India has a population of one billion. You need to increase production at least tenfold."
"That's exactly why I came to Gujarat," Ron looked at the Immortal, "Mr. Modi convinced me."
"Narendra does a good job. He is an honest and capable person." Adniwa nodded.
"Gujarat is more suitable for industrial development than Mumbai," Modi said with a smile. "It has a good business environment. Over 60% of the people here are educated, so there's a rich human resource base."
"That sounds good, but what kind of help can Soul Electric get?" Ron looked at them.
The BJP is not in power yet. If they want Ron to support them, they have to show some sincerity.
Adeniwa turned around and whispered a few questions, and Modi answered. The two of them whispered for a while, then looked up again.
"Whether it's Ahmedabad or Vadodara, the location is yours. Sur Electric only needs to pay a very low lease price, and the factory will use the land permanently for one day. The premise is to create a larger Sur park that can provide more than 30,000 jobs."
"These two cities are very good and have complete industrial facilities, but I want to place Sur Electric in a port city," Ron replied.
"Gujarat has a 1,600-kilometer coastline and many port cities, so there is no problem with that," Adniwa agreed immediately.
"I need to conduct an on-site inspection. This concerns the future fate of Sur Electric." Ron did not make the decision easily.
"Narendra will be with you for the next few days. I hope you have a good harvest."
Wow, the immortal is here to accompany me personally, that’s quite a nice treatment.
Ron stood up to thank them and prepared to leave, but was stopped by the staff here.
Just when he was wondering what else had not been discussed, two photography staff came in with cameras and started taking photos of them.
Ron and Daxian also took a few photos, most of which showed them shaking hands, smiling, and having a good chat.
Daxian is always meticulous and takes every requirement of photography seriously.
After just half a day of spending time together, Ron knew that he was a Puritanical conservative.
This was further confirmed during the inspections in the next few days.
He talked to Ron about the Babri Steamed Temple and pastoralist policies, and his words were full of distrust and suspicion towards pastoralists.
Ron even saw in him a fantasy of violence, as if it were the only way to resolve the conflict.
His style is very rigid, or rather, very tough.
No wonder Gujarat prospered under his leadership. With such a strict chief minister, I guess all the officials under him were afraid of him.
Modi is the third weird Indian Ron has met, completely breaking away from the stereotype of Indians.
The first is Ajay, a selfless policeman. The second is Karna, the "demolition king", who doesn't give face to anyone, including Thackeray and the Dawood gang.
The third is Modi, who is averse to women and abstinent, and his work style is very different from that of ordinary Indian officials.
During the few days I accompanied Ron, he never hinted at any bribery or kickbacks, but his efficiency was extremely high.
It is rare that there are such politicians in India.
Of course, whether he will need to take money from businessmen when he runs for election is another matter.
Now, he looks good and more capable than most Indian officials.
Although Gujarat has a long coastline, there are only a few port cities with relatively complete industrial facilities.
Surat is the most developed, but its specialty is diamond processing. The industrial added value is not very high, and the money earned is hard-earned.
Bauganar, across from Kempard Bay, is too small to achieve economies of scale.
In the end, the only place that caught my eye was Jamnagar, formerly known as the Brass City, with tens of thousands of copper workshops and several industrial parks of large companies.
It is close to the mouth of the Gulf of Kutch, and faces the Arabian Sea, making transportation very convenient.
Why did Ron insist on choosing a port city and abandon an industrially developed metropolis like Ahmedabad?
Because the Persian Gulf countries are across the sea, trade is very convenient.
Yes, Ron wants to start overseas trade.
Sur Electric's products can definitely be sold to Arab countries.
Since ancient times, India has maintained close trade relations with the Persian Gulf countries, and many industrial products and luxury goods have been exported to the other side.
Even Ron's travel agency sent Indian laborers across the Arabian Sea.
There are many wealthy dog owners there, and they can definitely afford home appliances like televisions.
Unfortunately, local means of production are in short supply, and everything has to be imported except oil.
Sur electrical appliances are not very high-end and cannot compare with international brands, but they are more popular among ordinary people.
Taking advantage of the current cost-effectiveness, if we don’t export now, when will we?
In other words, the production capacity in Mumbai is seriously insufficient and cannot even meet domestic demand. Otherwise, Ron would have sailed the ship across the Arabian Sea long ago.
The purpose of building a factory in Gujarat this time is not only to supply goods to Western India, but also to export.
Jamnagar is not very developed, but it is large enough for the Sur Industrial Park to develop.
Ron and Modi stood on the coastline and looked into the distance, observing the shipping situation here.
"What's that place?" he asked, pointing across the Gulf of Kutch.
It was too far away and I could only see a hazy shadow.
"Mundra, a private port under development."
"Private port?" Ron felt vaguely familiar with it.
"Yes, the Congress Party relaxed the restrictions, and now India allows private ports. Adani Trading Company bought it."
"When did it happen?"
“As of this year, the port has not yet been built and is expected to start construction next year.”
"So how much did he spend to buy the Mundra Port?" Ron was curious.
Mo Di glanced at him, but still replied, "Twenty million dollars."
This was a deal made by the Congress Party, and Modi had no burden in revealing it to outsiders.
"I'm a step too late." Ron sighed.
Twenty million dollars, that's a steal. That's a port, a sure-win business.
Six hundred million rupees, Ron could probably scrape together a bit. Gujarat was too far away, and he didn't have many connections here that he could use.
"The Mundra port is now just a bush, and there is nothing worth mentioning in the county except a limestone mine that no one cares about." Mo Di comforted him.
"What did you say?" Ron, who was a little disappointed, shuddered.
"Uh, I mean Mondra."
"You said there were limestone mines there?" Ron interrupted.
"Yes." Mo Di was a little surprised as to why he cared about these things.
Sur Electric and mining have nothing to do with each other, they are two completely different things.
"I have to go there and take a look." Ron immediately made up his mind.
"Now?" Mo Di was a little uninterested.
Although Jamnagar and Mundra are separated by the Gulf of Kutch, if you want to drive there, you have to take a detour of nearly 200 kilometers.
Finally, in order to save time, they found a steamer and took the sea route.
In less than an hour, Ron and Modi arrived at a small fishermen's pier in Mundra.
Just like what the immortal said, this place doesn’t look like a port at all now.
The rumbling of construction machinery was bulldozing the bushes, while workers were leveling the land, leaving everything in ruins.
This busy scene reminded Ron of the Uttar Pradesh cement plant when it first started construction.
He and Modi did not go forward to inquire, but planned to take a detour to the limestone mine on the east side of the coastline.
But before they could set off, a fat middle-aged man came walking quickly, led by several assistants.
"Mr. Modi, welcome to Mundra. Just tell me to send someone to pick you up." He has a signature Indian beard and a funny smile.
"Adani, we're just passing through." The immortal turned and introduced, "This is Mr. Sur, here for an inspection in Gujarat."
"Hello, Mr. Adani." Ron took a step forward with a smile.
(End of this chapter)
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