Chapter 273 Secret
"Why did he go to the Persian Gulf countries to fight?" Ron was puzzled.
"Because that's his hometown." Johnny sighed.
"So, he's not a real Indian?" Ron's frown slowly relaxed.
"He came to India as a teenager and has been here ever since. He's lived in Bombay for 50 years and is already Indian."
"Then why did he go back?"
"There's a war going on, and it's a mess there."
"Yes, I know, but I haven't heard of any recent conflict there."
"It's a tribal war. You know, for thousands of years, it's been a fight between me and you."
The root of the conflict in the Persian Gulf lies not just in the squids, but also in the blood feuds among the thousands of tribes within it.
There is no peace there at all, and some hatreds are even passed down as tribal heritage.
"He's going back now because his tribe is in trouble?" Ron guessed.
"Yes, we tried to persuade him, but it was no use."
"Actually, I'm more curious about how he, as an outsider, got to where he is today."
Perhaps he wanted to ask Ron for something, or perhaps he wanted to find someone to talk to, so Johnny simply told him the whole story of Had Khan.
According to his explanation, Khad Khan came from a well-off family when he was young. He was the son of a tribal leader and had special people to teach him English and Urdu.
Because of an accident, the young and hot-headed man became enemies with another tribe.
The two sides killed each other, and the hatred was difficult to resolve, with more and more people dying.
Khad Khan had no choice but to let his relatives spread rumors that he had been killed, and then he left his hometown and came to India alone.
Since then, the blood feud has been resolved and the two tribes no longer retaliate against each other, but Khad Khan can never go back.
He, like millions, ended up staying in Mumbai, hoping to strike it rich in the city that produced Hindi film icons.
He originally lived in the slum, the same slum where Tej Ali lived, the same slum where Anand used to live.
He quickly learned Hindi and after a while noticed a way to make money.
That is to buy tickets for popular movies at the cinema, then hang a "full" sign at the entrance of the cinema, and then sell them at a higher price.
This is a very bold scalper routine. If there is no market, they will create one. It has the wild and untamed spirit of the Persian Gulf.
Compared to Hardhan's, Ron's money-making methods are as docile as a sheep.
After all, his soul came from a civilized society, while Khad Khan grew up in blood and fire.
So one became a businessman and the other became a gangster.
Within the first week, Khadhan made a lot of money and even began to dream of moving to a comfortable apartment, wearing fine clothes, and even buying a car.
Then one night, as he was standing at the theater entrance with his ticket, two burly men approached him, flashed their weapons, and asked him to follow them.
The two men took him to see the boss of that area, who was furious and wanted to have him beaten to death.
"What are you doing? Selling tickets on my territory?" the boss asked in Hindi mixed with broken English, as if he were a judge in a court. "Do you know how many people have died trying to control the black market ticket sales for all the theaters in this area? How many good people have I lost?"
Hade Khan was only a teenager at the time and thought he would die soon, so he risked his life.
"Then you might have to kill one more, because I have no other way to make money, no family, and nothing to lose. Unless, of course, you can give me a decent job, a job that can attract loyal and resourceful young people to work for you."
The boss laughed out loud and asked him where he learned English. Khad Khan told the truth, and the boss gave him a job.
Hard Khan joined the gang and worked as a thug, using fists, knives and hammers to help the boss consolidate his territory.
Back then, the Mumbai mafia was a fragmented mess. Dawood wasn't even born yet. The underworld was a bloodbath, with rival bosses fighting each other.
Had Khan was involved in fighting and killing every day and night. He became the boss's right-hand man, and some people were jealous of him.
The two men dueled, and Khad Khan won. The man's friend then came to pick a fight with him, but was also killed by Khad Khan.
Suddenly one day, the boss was assassinated in front of the theater, and the entire gang was leaderless.
Khad Khan naturally sat on the chair because those who opposed him had been killed before.
He is educated, smart, and good at thinking, and his means of solving problems are not entirely through fighting and killing.
It only took him a few years to acquire a large territory. His business grew bigger and bigger, and was no longer limited to the black market for movie tickets.
When he became powerful enough, he called together the gang leaders from all areas of Mumbai and divided the territories among them.
Things were going well and the underworld of Mumbai was quiet for a while. Khad Khan liked to use economic means to control the gangs.
As a result, the Daud gang came to power. He was reckless and fond of violence, and the entire Malpudan slum in the north was composed of his people.
In the end, Dawood's gang ruled North Mumbai, while Khad Khan ruled South Mumbai. There were occasional frictions between the two sides, but most of them were kept within a certain range.
The last time Ron was targeted by the Daud gang and they were about to send assassins to kidnap him, it happened in the north-central area.
The further north you go, the poorer it is, and the more likely it is to breed violence.
"Actually, I'm more curious, why do you know so much about Hard Khan? This is already a gang secret." Ron still had the leisure to gossip.
"Because I regard him as my father, he adopted me." A hint of admiration flashed in Johnny's eyes.
Ron nodded, and now many things could be explained.
First of all, let’s talk about generic drugs. The reason why Khad Khan was so eager to find someone to test the drugs was probably because he wanted to send these drugs across the Arabian Sea.
He was not sure whether the drugs from the small pharmaceutical factory were safe, so he could only give them to Brazilians first.
He wanted a large quantity, and possibly a long-term supply, so he didn't look for big manufacturers and could only choose relatively cheap small pharmaceutical manufacturers.
Aijeh couldn't find out where the drugs were sent, but now it seems that they can only be sent to the Persian Gulf countries.
In addition, Ron knew that he also maintained close contact with customs. It would be strange if there was no connection between them.
"Last time, regarding the Anand incident, you said that Khad Khan received a very important person at Lady Elizabeth's palace. Was it also for his tribe?"
"They need weapons there. They're not the homemade pistols used by gangs. They're real weapons for fighting. Ordinary people can't get them."
"I see." Ron nodded.
If my guess is correct, Khad Khan had been planning this for a long time.
"So. Ron" Johnny began.
"What do you want me to do for you?"
"Please persuade him. He won't listen to anyone's advice. He's already over sixty, there's no need for him to be like this. It's just you, Ron, he feels guilty about you. He admires you."
"He won't listen to me," Ron shook his head, "because he's Khad Khan."
"Then what should we do?" Johnny sighed.
"That's his obsession. He has so many men willing to fight for him, yet he still insists on it. He can't be persuaded."
"Thank you, Ron." Johnny turned around with disappointment.
"So you're going too?" Ron asked.
"I treat him as my father." Johnny smiled, his eyes calm.
"Good luck," Ron sighed.
Is the graveyard of empires really that easy to break into? That's a serious fight, not a gang fight with cannons.
If Khad Khan leaves, there will be a vacuum in the underground power of South Mumbai, and there will inevitably be another bloody storm.
This city is already in chaos enough, and it seems that it is far from the end.
Ron no longer cares about these things. He is more concerned about tariffs, factories and business.
After all, he and Hadhan are from two different worlds, and their interactions will become less and less in the future.
He deliberately distanced himself from each other, and Ron tried his best not to get involved in any gray business related to the gang.
He might even give up the medicine business someday. He already had a fixed channel for exchanging money for dollars, which was legitimate and extremely safe.
People are always like this. Once they step into the spotlight and become role models in the eyes of the media and the public, they will unconsciously whitewash themselves.
It would be best if the traces left over from the wild years of the past could be cleared away as soon as possible.
It’s okay to do nothing, because this is Mumbai, the city of class.
People will only admire your various cunning and diverse methods. They will praise your wisdom and sing the praises of your success.
This is India, the weak are only fit to be at the bottom.
Ron didn't give Johnny's matter much thought. He returned to Soul Electric and immediately made a decision to start preparing the juicer and rice cooker production lines.
The technical content of these two small household appliances is not high. The juicer relies on blades, and the main difficulty lies in material processing.
The technical core of the rice cooker is the heating coil, which requires high-purity copper wire and very high winding precision to ensure uniform heating and power consumption.
To be honest, India can't even handle such a small thing.
It’s not that it can’t be made, but the cost is extremely high, or even if it is made, the quality is very unreliable.
After much deliberation, Ron finally decided to purchase the juicer blades and rice cooker heating coils from Dongda.
As a comprador, it is better to buy than to make, so I will just use whichever one is cheaper.
Sur Electric Appliances will still take the low-price route, first occupy the market, and then engage in research and development after accumulating enough.
The cost of these two small appliances is not high, so they are carried out simultaneously. Ashish is still the big dog buyer at Dongda.
Soul Electric has already invested tens of millions of dollars there, so wouldn't it be easy for them to get some juicers and rice cookers?
Anyway, Dongda has not joined the WTO and its foreign export trade is limited, so it is decided that Sur Electric Appliances will take on this role first.
Alas, Ron is also feeling his way across the river to the University of Tokyo.
Who would have thought that Indian electrical appliances could be exported overseas? This is all thanks to the silent support of Dongda.
So in order to further expand the scale, he planned to go to Tamil Nadu.
Chennai, oh no, it’s still called Madras.
It is another manufacturing center selected by Suer Electric, and it is the third branch.
Besides Gujarat and Tamil Nadu, a second plant will be built in Lucknow, Uttar Pradesh.
Ron didn't need to go there in person, as everything had already been taken care of in his hometown, and the new factory had even started construction.
An idle warehouse in Gujarat has also been rented, and the engineering team is renovating it. The order for a new production line has also been handed over to Dongda.
All is left to wait until February, when the Gujarat general election comes to an end.
By the time the BJP came to power, the Sur Electric Appliances branch had just started production.
Now, let’s go to Tamil Nadu first.
Oh yeah, Ron wasn't alone, Kaavia was with him.
She is a Tamil woman and very energetic.
(End of this chapter)
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