Chapter 288 Johnny
The principal that Judge Chalji was supposed to have lost was soon returned intact.
This efficiency is faster than the time it takes for the Supreme Court's judgment to take effect, and not a penny less than the four million rupees.
Of course, don’t even think about the interest. Chalji isn’t that greedy.
It is a blessing to be able to get my capital back.
The gangs in Mumbai are deeply rooted, and in their eyes, judges are just ordinary people who are slightly troubled.
With the judicial system collapsing, the dignity of judges is gone.
Instead, those who hold power over violence become the judges. They are the judges of Mumbai, such as the gangsters and Ron.
In order to thank him for his generous help, the antitrust case against Sur Electric did not even make it through the local court and was directly dismissed.
The pride of authentic domestic products was falsely accused of dumping at low prices?
Bullshit!
Sur Electric Appliances is clearly a blessing, creating tens of millions of middle-class families.
As for the procedural justice that some media outlets are talking about, well, I just laugh at you!
In India, when your power expands to a certain extent, you can really do whatever you want.
Well, Ron is almost there, but ordinary lawsuits can no longer affect him.
The antitrust lawsuit initiated by the Home Appliance Industry Association died down after less than two months of heated discussion.
The only impact was that Sur TVs became in short supply again.
The monthly production capacity of 200,000 units was simply not enough, so all the workshop workers worked in two shifts and worked hard for two months.
The Mumbai factory alone shipped 500,000 units, which was enough to alleviate consumer dissatisfaction.
In fact, Sur Electric has never stopped expanding its production capacity, and has been working at a rapid pace to add two production lines every month.
As of the end of May, the Mumbai plant had more than 20 assembly lines, with a monthly production capacity of 300,000 units in two shifts.
14-inch black and white TVs have the most cables, twelve. 18-inch black and white and color TVs have four cables each.
This crazy expansion speed is not bad even for the University of Tokyo.
For this purpose, Ron invested more than 30 million US dollars, totaling 1 billion rupees.
But he made more money, with a net profit of Rs 20 crore per month in January, which climbed to Rs 50 crore by March.
In April and May, thanks to the success of the antitrust case, he earned 1 billion rupees in one go, all of which was profit.
After deducting the investment in equipment and construction of various factories, Ron now has 1.2 billion rupees in his pocket.
Before the market becomes saturated, the Mumbai factory will make a profit of about 600 million rupees every month.
When rice cookers and juicers are released next month, they might become another hit.
With money in hand, Ron began to think about his port business again.
That is a real big investment. The initial engineering investment alone is 3 billion rupees.
Ron's money is still not enough.
However, if the loan provided by his "mother" is taken into account, the first phase of the project will not be a problem.
He plans to visit Tamil Gang again in the near future to check on the progress of the construction of the factory and port.
Rice cookers and juicers are coming to market here in Mumbai and he wants to stay for a few more days.
These two types of small household appliances do not have high profits, but they have a broad market and will become essential products in the future.
As long as you can make money, there is no business that cannot be done.
Just as Ron was studying Soul Electric's strategy for next year, Johnny came to him.
They didn't go far, just strolling along the coastline south of Malabar Hill.
The big black rocks were like tree stumps submerged in the sea water. The two men simply picked the biggest one to sit on, leaned back, supported themselves with their arms, and stared at the sea.
"Is everything done?" Ron couldn't help but squint his eyes in the sea breeze.
"Six dead." Johnny said lightly.
He wore a striped shirt and his figure had returned to its former robust form, but he had become calmer and more ruthless.
"Is it Pant?"
"Did you guess it?" Johnny turned his head.
"Just a week before you came back, he called me out of the blue and asked if I was interested in continuing the pharmaceutical business."
"Maybe he expected this day."
"Who knows? But I've stopped doing that kind of business a long time ago."
"Ron, you are the best businessman I have ever met. This is not sarcasm, you are a real businessman."
"Even if you say I'm a Vaishya, I won't be angry." Ron laughed.
Johnny smiled too, and for the first time his cold, cruel face softened.
“Of course, I prefer you to say I’m an entrepreneur.”
"I remember that." The strong man grinned.
The two of them sat on the rocks, smiling, watching the waves hit the dark rocky shore and then break.
Johnny licked his lips, took out a piece of string to roll a small cigarette, and handed it over.
Ron waved his hand, indicating that it was not necessary.
He put it in his mouth and lit it. The curl of smoke disappeared in the sea breeze.
"Thank you, Ron."
"You consider Khad Khan a family member, so revenge is understandable."
"You know what? It was there, in the Nagar Naval Area, that I was brought into this world. I said conception, not birth," Johnny said, pointing to the Mumbai Naval Area.
A curving coast separated them from the Nagar region, but looking straight across the little bay they could clearly see houses, huts, and barracks.
“My mother is from Delhi and her family are all Christians. They worked for the British and made a lot of money. But after independence, they lost their status and privileges.
When my mother was fifteen, her family moved to Bombay. My grandfather found work as a clerk in the naval district.
They lived in a slum near here, and my mother fell in love with a sailor, a tall young man from the Punjab.
He had the most beautiful beard in the whole of Nagar. After my mother became pregnant with me, she was kicked out of the house.
She sought help from the sailor, my father. But he left Nagar, and my mother never saw or heard from him again."
Johnny stopped, breathing through his nose, his lips pressed tightly together, squinting his eyes at the glittering surface of the sea and the refreshing breeze that kept blowing.
Behind them came the noise of the slums, the cries of vendors, the sound of laundrymen beating clothes on stones, the sounds of children playing and quarreling.
"She had a hard time, Ron. She was already pregnant when she was kicked out.
She moved to a gathering place for pedestrians, located across from the Crawford Market area, and put on a widow's white sari, pretending that she had a husband and that he was dead.
She had no choice but to be a widow for the rest of her life without even getting married.
She has just a small spot on the sidewalk, a simple shack made of a plastic sheet and two poles.
One end of the plastic sheet is fixed to the wall, below a sign.
You know what? The sign was in such a state that all that was left on the wall were two small pieces of two posters.
On one side was a small fragment of a movie poster with the name 'Johnny' written on it.
Next to it, there is another more conspicuous cigar advertising poster.
Yes, you guessed it, the only two words clearly visible on it are 'Cigar'."
"Is this how your name came about? Johnny Cigar?" Ron smiled.
"Yes, how is it?"
“I like it. It’s very unique.”
Johnny laughed. It was indeed a strange name.
"You know, she was kicked out by her parents and my father abandoned her, so she would rather die than name me after those two surnames.
As she labored to give birth to me on the sidewalk, she kept staring at the words 'Johnny' and 'Cigar,' and she took that as a sign that she was a very, very stubborn woman."
"It's a good name, it suits you very well." Ron patted his strong shoulder.
"Fortunately it's not an advertisement for laxatives or something like that!" Johnny opened his mouth wide and spit flew everywhere.
"What happened next?" Ron laughed.
"And then she died," Johnny sighed.
"Feel sorry."
"No, that's not necessary. She was a great person and she insisted on my education when I was little.
By the time I was eight, I was doing clerical work for all the businesses in the slums, filing taxes for every taxpayer.
I could have lived a comfortable life in the slums, been respected, and married at fifteen, sixteen, or twenty.
I was able to give her a good life, but she died at the hands of a drunken asshole.
The man broke into our cabin one night, he tore her clothes, she resisted, he strangled her and then ran away.
I remember what that person looked like, but I was too young to do anything except cry.
I hated the feeling of being powerless, so I stopped studying and started looking for fights.
I always lost at the beginning, but gradually I was able to win once or twice, and later no one in the slums could match me.
When I was fourteen, I killed that drunkard. He had a wife and children, and they looked at me covered in blood in horror.
I started towards them, but a large hand rested on my shoulder. It was Khad Khan, and he asked me to follow him.
I started reading and writing again, and this time he taught me. In addition to these, there were also fighting techniques and killing techniques.
You know, Khad Khan used to have a beautiful moustache, the most beautiful moustache in South Bombay?
He turned back to Ron, his eyes welling with tears he was trying not to let fall.
"They're all dead, and now I'm all alone again."
"It's very sad, but we always have to look forward. I think your mother also wants you to be happy."
"Yes, I also have Parvati." Johnny nodded.
"You have many friends too."
He turned his head and smiled, and Ron nodded back.
The wind stirred the sea surface, raising intermittent white backwash waves.
"So you plan to take over Khadhan's business in the future?"
"It's not just me who has the final say."
"What do you mean?" Ron turned around.
"It's still the same federation system. It's me, Najir, Ghani, and two young men."
A new gangster team was born. This is Mumbai. Gangs will never disappear.
"Business?" Ron asked.
"We're going to stop using the drug. You know, it's no longer useful. It's no longer needed in the Persian Gulf, and there's no reliable source after Pant's death.
The most important thing is that he is making contraband in a basement factory in his mansion, which is not okay, and we all hate that stuff."
"It's safer this way," Ron agreed.
"At the travel agency" Johnny looked at him.
"Everything remains the same."
"good."
Ron no longer cares about the profit, what he values is the channel.
(End of this chapter)
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