Chapter 377 Grouping
"This guy is getting swelled up." Ron said with some amusement.
"Japanese products are selling well, haven't you seen Maruti Suzukis everywhere on the streets?"
"Indians are too pro-Western and not patriotic at all," he sighed.
Luca laughed out loud on the other end of the phone. The white-skinned foreign dancers in Sapphire were the most popular.
"By the way, Ron, do you want to teach him a lesson?"
"Forget it, there's no need. That guy was just talking nonsense, but Mona Lisa can teach him a lesson."
"No problem, the Sapphire girls are the best at this."
After receiving the instructions, Mona Lisa immediately started her fishing plan.
It was the same old routine. She first used some tricks to make Oda spend a lot of money before he finally gave in.
This time Oda asked her out for coffee, and she finally didn't refuse.
After all, Oda had spent a lot of money on her the night before, and the handfuls of cash that flew out of his hands fell like wind and rain as she spun and danced, and were particularly eye-catching under the spotlights of the bar.
So they met at the Hirapanna Mall on Saturday, and she was genuinely delighted by his presence.
They strolled along the counters of the department store like an ordinary couple from Malabar Hill or Chongshan area.
She was dazzling, and he noticed the way other men looked at him, filled with admiration and envy.
They passed an electronics store when she suddenly cried out, turning to him and saying, "Look at that juicer! What a delight! The doctor said Mommy needs a glass of fresh juice every morning!"
If not now, when? He walked into the store and, without asking the price, asked the clerk to "pack up that juicer."
They continued shopping. "That shirt has a unique design," she said. "It would look great on my brother."
As a reward for buying her the shirt, she would take him by the hand and walk him into the lingerie store next door and let the clerk show them the sexiest lingerie.
She would pretend to examine them, hold the bra and thong in front of her body to show them, and ask him to look closely at the fabric of the underwear, while pretending to be shy and giggling foolishly.
The clerk had seen so many performances like this that he followed his assignment and acted along: he took out the most expensive underwear in the store and deliberately addressed him as "big boss" or "sir" in a flattering and respectful tone.
The waiter enthusiastically offered to pour each of them a Coke so she could take her time to choose. Once he started to leave, the waiter would stop him and say, "Hey, sir, the cold drink is here!"
The shrewd clerk knew full well that he couldn't bring himself to ask the price of any item, so he quoted a random price.
What difference did it make? The next day, the girl would return to the store with the pile of underwear and, after some heated negotiation, split the refund with the clerk.
But he didn't need to know this at the moment. All he could think about was her wearing underwear: a red lace bra, see-through panties.
Tonight, he wanted to see her in these lingerie, and then he wanted to see her naked.
An afternoon of shopping cost Oda at least hundreds of thousands of rupees, and he was looking forward to the evening.
For this purpose, Oda even booked an executive suite at the Oberoi five-star hotel, choosing the most expensive services.
But Mona Lisa certainly wouldn't let him succeed so easily.
She has enough imagination and a touch of poetry to use the trick that the Sapphire Dancer has kept.
"You probably have never had the juice at Ali Qingzheng Temple at 1 p.m.," said Mona Lisa.
Ali Mosque is the mausoleum of a Sufi saint. There is a long causeway between the island where his coffin is located and the land. On weekdays, there are many tourists, Hindus and herdsmen who come here to seek blessings from their ancestors.
The causeway will be submerged by sea water during high tide, and the high tide during the rainy season every year will sweep away a large number of believers.
Taxi drivers are always nervous when passing by mosques and keep praying for God's protection.
At night, various juice stalls are set up on the causeway.
Mumbai parents who take their children out to eat will inevitably visit the Ali Qingzheng Temple after dinner. People sit in their cars and vendors selling juice will hand fresh juice to the window.
The sea breeze blows from the west, bringing a chill. The cold drink with masala spices is said to be good for health and invigorates the drinker.
Many people are unaware that cannabis dealers use juice stands as a front and often bring in entire boatloads of opium.
But for tourists, the Ngari Qingzheng Temple is a beautiful place where you can have a refreshing drink.
The next day at one o'clock in the afternoon, Oda was waiting for Mona Lisa in a taxi near the temple.
He anxiously glanced at every person coming his way, every car pulling over.
She was late and he thought she had tricked him and became irritated and annoyed, but she showed up at the last moment and took his breath away.
She got into the taxi he was in, her thighs exposed outside her miniskirt were smooth and delicate.
He smelled her perfume and she was breathtakingly beautiful in her sleeveless top.
But she did not smile at him, nor did she meet his eyes. She was scanning the sidewalk, searching for something, until she saw the bird seller carrying the bird cages.
She gave the taxi driver fifty rupees and asked him to get out of the car to walk around and have a glass of juice.
She called out to the bird seller not far away, and he came forward. Tiny songbirds were flapping their wings in the birdcages, their beaks bright and of different colors.
Dancing Mona Lisa asks Oda to buy a few birds, six for 60,000 rupees.
She told him that it was a Garuda, a very precious bird that represented good luck and happiness.
Mona Lisa's white and delicate long legs had long taken away Oda's ability to think.
He took out the money without hesitation.
After getting what she wanted, Mona Lisa rolled up the car window and opened the birdcage. The birds came out in droves, filling the small and dim space in the car with their energy and singing.
She then smiled happily and asked Oda to join her clever game: they tried to catch the golden-winged birds, waving their arms wildly and barely able to reach them.
Sometimes they would bump into each other accidentally, which was a first for Oda, who must not forget that until this moment he had never actually touched her.
The bird may have landed on her shoulder, and he quickly reached out to grab it, but was a little too slow, so his hand landed on her shoulder.
If a bird flies over her chest, then according to the rules of the game, Oda must also try her best to catch it.
His movements were always slower than the bird's. He stretched out his hand and grasped something.
The small Maruti Suzuki cabin was filled with the chirping of sweethearts, Oda's hearty laughter, and occasional female grumbling.
Finally, finally, after centuries of patient waiting, Mona Lisa and her ardent suitor Oda embraced each other in the back seat of a car.
Birds flapped their wings in panic all around them, but they turned a deaf ear to it.
Half an hour later, when the taxi door opened, the dead birds were thrown to the roadside.
If there were any survivors, they would be eager to fly westward and across the dark sea after regaining their freedom.
But once the taxi arrives at the hotel, Mona Lisa suddenly has another idea.
She would hold her lower abdomen and say she felt uncomfortable today, and then a suspicious red liquid would faintly flow out from under her thighs.
Oda just felt unlucky, but in order to maintain his composure, he could only let her go magnanimously.
When he returned to his hotel room, he casually counted on his fingers and found that he had spent millions of rupees in the past few days, but still failed to succeed.
When he was about to go to Sapphire in two days to continue the unfinished game, he learned that India Mobile Communications had already determined the final base station plan.
Oda ran to find Ron in a hurry, but he didn't see him.
“He went to New Delhi?”
"Yes, something important."
"What's up?"
"marry."
"What, he didn't invite me?" Oda was furious.
“Mr. Sur’s wedding will also be held in Mumbai. New Delhi is just the first stop,” the employee replied cheerfully.
"Then do you know what the base station plan is?"
"We are ready to develop our own products!" the employees are very proud.
"Self-developed?" Oda was shocked.
"Yes, Soul Electric has a dedicated research institute. It was established two years ago and has hundreds of PhDs from Indian Institute of Technology and overseas students. There's nothing Indians can't handle!"
"But this, this, can't be that fast?"
"Sir, you don't understand India yet. We have the longest history in the world and the smartest people. Mr. Sur will surely lead India to lead the world!"
Oda looked up at the brand new "India Mobile Communications" sign above his head, feeling a little confused.
"We are already the most advanced group company in India." The employee pointed to the small words on the side, feeling proud.
Well, Sur Technology Group.
Ron finally plans to integrate the various companies under his control this year.
The first are Sur Electric and Indian Mobile Communications Company, plus the newly established Garuda Communications Equipment Company.
Sur Electric focuses on consumer electronics, India Mobile focuses on telecom operator services, and Garuda provides professional signal base stations.
Well, this is the shell company responsible for purchasing goods from Huazi.
To avoid suspicion, the new company was not named with related words such as "Sol" or "India Mobile".
It will be active in the market independently under the Garuda brand, mainly promoting its own signal base stations to major license holders.
Similar foreign brands are priced at at least US$300,000, while Indian domestic products are only US$150,000. Isn’t that attractive?
Huazi's leather doesn't work well here, but if you change the logo to a local Indian brand, it will be a different story.
These three companies will form the new Sur Technology Group within half a year, and human resources and corporate management will be adjusted simultaneously.
The other two companies are start-ups and require the group to coordinate and allocate appropriate resources to Sur Electric.
The Sur Research Institute also happens to cover the product directions of the three companies, which is conducive to the formulation of their respective strategic plans in the future.
After the integration of Sur Technology Group is completed, it will be the turn of Sur Energy and Infrastructure Group, and finally Sun Media Group.
This process may last more than a year, but in any case, the formation of several major groups will be completed before the millennium.
Just when Oda was confused and didn't know how to report to the headquarters, Ron had already returned to his loyal New Delhi.
(End of this chapter)
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