Chapter 385 Goa
Goa is a well-known holiday destination with some of the most beautiful beaches in the Indian subcontinent.
Various Portuguese-style buildings have been preserved intact, making it the most popular holiday center here.
Ron and Isa held more of a party here than a wedding.
After several consecutive receptions in New Delhi and Mumbai, they were a little tired.
Especially Isa, her belly was getting bigger day by day, making it more and more inconvenient for her to move.
So Ron simply cut out all the formalities and simply celebrated.
Not to mention that such parties are very popular, with Bollywood stars and business partners saying they will be there.
Since most of them were in Mumbai, Ron simply chartered a plane to pick them up.
From the airport to the resort, there are luxury cars such as Bentley, Faraday, and Porsche waiting.
The luxurious configuration is maxed out, and many celebrities are dazzled by it.
When we arrived at the resort, we walked around several swimming pools, some of which were equipped with water treadmills, and finally came to the large lawn by the sea.
Long-legged models, domestic and foreign celebrities, and wealthy businessmen are all socializing everywhere.
The party lasted for four days. Not only did there was a fireworks show in the evening, but Mariah Carey also sang for the newlyweds Ron and Issa.
This wedding is destined to be recorded as an event of the year and will also be a carnival for major media outlets.
Many newspapers were speculating about how much money Ron had spent, with some saying tens of millions, others hundreds of millions of dollars.
Actually, it wasn't much, less than $100 million, so he didn't spend it freely.
There was nothing outrageous or exaggerated, such as a golden toilet or something that would be eye-catching.
Of course, $100 million is already a sky-high price, and it might even be the most expensive wedding in Indian history.
In order to avoid unnecessary disputes, the wedding cost was announced to the public as only 40 million US dollars.
Those who know the situation know that the number is more than this, but ordinary people, because they limit their imagination, make a fuss about the expenditure of 1.6 billion rupees.
However, Ron didn't take it seriously at all. His background was very clean. He had no bad bank debts and no tax problems.
The reason why this marriage was so high-profile was, to some extent, out of consideration of increasing social influence.
There is no way around it. In India, you have to learn to show off your wealth, and a wedding is the most legitimate way to do that.
Sur electrical appliances sell well, and Mr. Sur is also well-known, but to what extent people have no clear idea.
This wedding was a great publicity stunt. Many high-ranking officials from the government and the general public, as well as celebrities and wealthy businessmen, came to support the event. It was a grand affair.
Looking at the cost again, 1.6 billion rupees is indeed a sky-high price.
From then on, Mr. Suhr reached the top of the world, out of reach.
Well, the ideological imprint of privilege has been further deepened and strengthened.
In India, showing off wealth is not just a way to demonstrate financial strength, but also a hidden means to consolidate class rule and promote caste culture.
After the party, Ron did not return to Mumbai or Delhi immediately, but instead leisurely enjoyed the beautiful beaches of Goa.
On the horizon in the evening, the huge fiery red sun fell wetly from the waves.
The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the sea, and the sea surface is sparkling, shining as if inlaid with gold foil.
It was a hot, still evening, and the sky was cloudless.
The rumbling sound of a motorcycle came from the distance on the beach. Ron stretched out his feet and dug them into the fine sand, leaving two ripples on the beach like rowing a boat.
A gentle friction sensation came from the soles of his feet. He turned the accelerator again and the motorcycle rushed forward.
The Enfield Bullet model is really good, with special handling and durability.
As long as you understand its temperament, it will reward you with lightning speed, riding the wind, rare pleasures in the world, and occasionally near-death experiences.
Well, Ron is afraid of death, so he chooses to race on the beach.
There is nothing that people don’t talk about, and they are not afraid of getting hurt if they fall.
However, his reckless behavior still made Isa terrified.
"Be careful." She said with concern while sleeping on the recliner.
"I know, this isn't even considered drag racing."
Ron tried his luck a couple more times before handing the motorcycle over to Anil who was not far away.
The car was owned by the owner of the Coast Restaurant, who was just borrowing it for fun.
"How's it going? Are you hungry?" Ron came over barefoot.
"A little bit." Isa smiled embarrassedly.
Her belly was already four months pregnant and she felt hungry almost every two hours, no matter how much she ate.
"The child is growing. Let's go and eat something."
“I’m worried about gaining weight.”
"You can dance, right? After you give birth, you can slowly get your body back in shape. Right now, eating is the most important thing."
Ron helped her walk to the Coast Restaurant on Palm Avenue, where they were already regular customers.
The restaurant owner was from Mabon, and he recognized Ron the first time he came here.
After all, Mumbai is Ron's birthplace, and the locals regard him as half a fellow countryman.
There are thousands of Mabang people in the Sur Electric factory. Who can not love him?
Without having to ask, the waiter prepared a sumptuous meal for them.
Brussels sprouts wrapped in potatoes, fruit salad, grilled chicken, and crispy fried okra.
As a Brahmin, Isha had always been a vegetarian.
However, with Ron's guidance and the doctor's advice, she will eat less meat.
Of course, there's no need to worry about the baby in her belly. Her nutritious meals are tailor-made by a whole medical team.
Ron himself runs a high-end clinic in Mumbai, so he has easy access to resources in this area.
Not long after they sat down, the restaurant owner Durrant came over with a glass of wine.
"Mr. Soul, would you like to try some of the newly brewed cashew fanny?"
"Of course." Ron nodded happily.
India has a lot of strange and exotic food, and he doesn't mind trying new things.
It's a strong liquor, but it has a strange fruity aroma.
Ron only tastes a little; too much can easily make you drunk.
“Goa is a great place,” Durrant exclaimed.
“The beach here is nice.”
They are located at the famous Colva Beach, where the white-gold sand and the sea water complement each other, creating a beautiful scenery.
"It's almost Xavier Festival. Look how lively it is outside."
"It sounds like a Catholic holiday."
"Yes, Goa was ruled by Portugal for four hundred years."
“So this place became a vacation destination.”
The two laughed and said that without the Portuguese, there would not be so many resorts in Goa.
Due to colonial influence, there are many Catholic Indians here.
The Palm Avenue outside is bustling with activity, as believers hold festivals at this time of year.
The streets were packed with people, all dressed in their best attire. Merchants and street vendors came from all over Goa.
The lame, blind, and sick people who prayed for miracles formed several lines and slowly walked towards the cathedral dedicated to Xavier.
Xavier was a Spanish merchant and one of the seven founding members of the Society of Jesus. He died in the 16th century at the age of 46.
But his missionary work in India and what was then called the Far East was extremely successful and earned him enduring fame.
After being buried and relocated many times, Xavier's remains, which had been unearthed many times, were finally laid to rest in the Basilica of Bom Jesus in Goa in the early seventeenth century.
The body is opened to the public every ten years for them to pay their respects, and it is still well preserved today. Some would say it is a miracle.
His body appears incorruptible, but he has undergone several amputations and organ removals over the past few hundred years.
In the 16th century, a Portuguese woman bit off one of his toes and wanted to keep it privately as a sacred relic.
His right hand was cut into several pieces and sent to several religious centers, as were his intestines.
It was so miserable that Ron couldn't help but feel a toothache when he heard it.
What kind of a weird operation is this? He is obviously a saint, but they dismembered him.
What's the purpose of cutting it into pieces? To ward off evil spirits?
"There is no doubt that Goa's two major pillar industries are tourism and mining. Tycoons from all walks of life own private holiday villas here, like this one." Durrant pointed to the beer on the table.
It was a bottle of Kingfisher beer, a national brand familiar to Indians.
"Marya." Ron knew him, of course.
A few days ago at the wedding party, Mallya had a great chat with him.
He is a true playboy and a real beer tycoon.
"Malya's Kingfisher headquarters building is located in Goa, and it is said that he is also planning to build a super large private estate." Durrant said with envy.
"He's suited to the spotlight," Ron chuckled.
If you were to ask which Indian tycoon is the most high-profile and least concerned about showing off his wealth, it would definitely be Vijay Mallya.
His father is the chairman of United Breweries, a vast brewing empire, and Mallya is his only son.
I was spoiled as a child and had lots of expensive toys, including electric trains and electric Ferraris.
In that era when liquor licenses were extremely difficult to obtain, those who could do this business were not ordinary people.
Gujarat has simply banned alcohol throughout the state, and alcoholics are despised and considered to have low moral character.
Gandhi firmly believed that alcohol was one of the greatest evils in the world.
If you want to expand this business, you have to be low-key, very low-key.
What’s interesting is that Mallya is the complete opposite of his father, he enjoys the spotlight like a star.
He likes to be in the spotlight and in 1983, he won the Indian Racing National Championship.
In the same year, his father died, and he succeeded to the throne as the only son.
Mallya is a high-profile man who made a name for himself in the bar scene and has no problem showcasing his lavish lifestyle to the public.
In today's society, where people pretend to be shy or deliberately belittle themselves, caution is everything.
Only Mallya overturned this value system. He shocked all young people and triggered a wave of worship.
But there are also some troubles. Everything has its pros and cons.
"He's been to the Coast Restaurant twice recently, both times asking about you." Durrant shrugged.
"Really?" Ron wasn't too surprised.
"You know, many states in India prohibit alcohol, especially Gujarat. It's a big state with a large population and a huge market."
"I guess he wants to ask me for help." Ron smiled. Many people knew about his relationship with the BJP.
"Yes, everyone can see it."
“That disappointed him.”
Before Ron could finish his words, the phone in his pocket rang.
He answered the phone, listened to a few words, and then hung up.
Well, the honeymoon is over.
A big drama is unfolding in his loyal Uttar Pradesh.
(End of this chapter)
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