Chapter 393 The Worst City
Ron plans to return to Mumbai in August and spend the time with Isha in New Delhi.
September is Kavya's due date and he will definitely go to Tamil Nadu then.
As a master of time management, he has always been fair in this regard.
However, he was not in a hurry, but some people were.
Oda waited and waited in Mumbai, but there was no sign of him.
Unfortunately, Japan was in a hurry, so he had no choice but to fly to New Delhi in person.
As the capital of India and the center of power, this is Oda's first visit here.
Not long after he came out of the airport, an old lady with a staggering gait came up to him and begged.
She held a laminated paper sign with her situation written in Hindi on one side and English on the other.
According to the usual routine, it must be a combination of illness and all kinds of pitifulness.
As a result, Oda took a look and froze in place.
The old lady's sign clearly read: I have two daughters waiting to get married, please be kind...
What does marriage have to do with begging? He couldn't understand.
As a foreigner, he found it difficult to understand the huge dowry problem in India, and no one explained it to him.
So he ignored the old lady and walked straight past her to get a taxi to the hotel.
His first impression of Delhi was not good. As soon as he got off the plane and walked to the jet bridge, the damp, moldy smell of the airport mixed with a strange perfume hit him in the face.
It's too stuffy, I feel suffocated.
Although the sanitary conditions in Mumbai are also worrying, it is close to the sea after all, which will make you feel more relaxed.
Oda also heard that the security in Delhi is very bad and the locals will find ways to cheat foreigners.
So, at the suggestion of his friend, he held a pen tightly in his hand as soon as he left the airport and deliberately put it where people could see it.
He even maintained an attacking posture so that people would know that he could strike back at any time, so that others would not dare to play tricks.
Oda treated this as an adventure game and made full preparations.
Unfortunately, as soon as his foreign face appeared, he was targeted by countless Delhi people.
He wanted to go to the taxi lane, where there was a special taxi stand for foreigners.
But before we reached the destination, a man who looked like a local guide came over.
"That station for foreigners has been closed. If you want to take a bus, I can take you there."
"Ah, really?" Oda was stunned.
The person in front of him was so enthusiastic that it was hard for him to refuse.
In Japan, even if people feel a little uncomfortable, they will never say it to someone's face.
Although Oda was alert, he still followed the man for a long distance and arrived at the side of a small road.
It turned out that there were no taxis in that place, only three-wheeled tuk-tuks.
He immediately realized something was wrong and turned around to leave.
As a result, the guide refused to let him go and insisted that he pay the tour guide fee.
Damn it, Xiaotian cursed in his heart angrily.
You tricked him into this little trail, and you still have the nerve to ask for a tour guide fee?
Those people were watching with eager eyes, looking like they would not give up.
Oda couldn't help but clench the pen in his hand and pretended to reject them in a tough tone.
In the end, he escaped successfully at the cost of 200 rupees.
After returning to the original place, Oda insisted on taking a taxi no matter what others said.
Those little yellow and green tuk-tuks look so unsafe, yet their drivers love to run them recklessly on the road.
He finally breathed a sigh of relief when he got into an Ambassador taxi.
The vendors surrounding him outside were like bandits, almost ready to help themselves.
Delhi is too dangerous, it's a terrible city.
"Where are you going, sir?" asked the taxi driver.
"Imperial Hotel." Oda booked the place in advance.
The taxi started, but within two minutes, the driver suddenly turned around and said in an extremely serious tone.
"Sir, the Imperial Hotel was attacked by terrorists and was flattened!"
"Ah, when did it happen?" Oda was stunned.
"Last night."
"last night?"
"Yes, the whole hotel is gone."
Oda blinked and suddenly realized that the driver had cheated him.
He just called to book the hotel last night, how could it explode today?
If someone said the hotel was closed for maintenance, he would believe it.
What the hell happened? Did the University of Tokyo attack us?
"Let's go to the Imperial Hotel. If you don't want me to, I'll get off."
"Well, sir, if you insist," the driver sighed.
Oda thought that the rest of the journey would be smoother and everything would be easy once he arrived at the hotel.
However, his understanding of Delhi was not thorough enough, so the driver drove for a few minutes and then stopped.
He pointed at a random hotel on the street and said, "Here we are, this is the one."
Oda looked up and saw that it was not the Imperial Hotel at all. The billboard said "Taj Hotel".
"This is not where I want to go. Look here." He showed the driver the name written on the paper.
Not long after we left, the driver pointed to another hotel and said it was this one.
Oda said no and told him to keep going.
After repeating this three or four times, the driver simply stopped driving.
"The Imperial Hotel is far away and not good. Don't go there. I'll recommend one to you." He said with his arms folded.
"No, I have to go to the Imperial Hotel." Oda insisted.
"Then you have to pay more."
"Didn't we agree on a price?"
"That doesn't count. That's the price of the first Imperial Hotel."
"The first one?"
"That's the one I told you about at the beginning."
"That's not the Imperial Hotel, that's the Taj Hotel!"
“You have to pay more!”
After all this trouble, Oda added another 100 rupees to the fare, and the driver restarted the car.
As a result, the taxi stopped again after just turning a corner.
Oda couldn't help but get angry, but the driver pointed out the window and said, "This time we've finally arrived."
He turned around and saw the magnificent five-star Empire Hotel right in front of him.
Baka...
"Delhi is the city I hate most in the world, no doubt about it!" Oda cursed after getting off the taxi.
He had never experienced this in Mumbai, which was magical but also real.
Delhi, a place full of scammers.
The dangerous journey made Oda eager to leave here. He did not delay and found the real culprit the next day.
"Why are you here?" Ron looked at him in surprise.
"Why don't you go back to Mumbai?" Oda also asked.
"My wife is pregnant and I need to spend more time with her."
"Okay, it's just that such a big thing happened outside, and you are indifferent?" Oda was inexplicably angry.
At this time, you actually have the leisure to coax your wife at home.
"What do you mean?"
"Asian financial crisis!" His eyes widened.
"Oh," Ron nodded. "Japanese stock prices are falling again?"
"Yes, eh" Oda paused.
Why are you bringing up something else?
He lost a lot of money during the bubble, and in this financial crisis, he lost half of his family fortune.
"I came to see you for something." He said unhappily.
"Could it be that a Japanese bank is willing to lend me money?" Ron's eyes lit up.
"Mr. Sur, which bank dares to lend money to outsiders now?" He was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
Although Japan was not at the center of the storm, the Asian financial crisis still had some impact.
The domestic economy, which was slowly emerging from the bubble ice age, was hit again.
There are even reports that Yamaichi Securities and Changxin Bank are at risk of bankruptcy.
Oda wasn't sure whether these rumors were true or not, but he felt one thing.
That is, all major banks are generally tightening their lending policies and are simply withdrawing loans in advance for some less promising overseas industries.
At this time, which bank would dare to come all the way to India to invest?
Ron was a little disappointed. If he wasn't here to give her money, why was he rushing over here?
"Mr. Soul, when can we start the coal trade we agreed on last time?"
"Hey, didn't you say October before?"
In September, the port of Ennore in Tamil was officially operational. Ron had already established a shipping company and even arranged for the ships to be deployed.
He originally planned to use his fleet to transport coal to Calcutta and then to sail to Japan.
In this way, he not only sold coal but also attracted business for his shipping company.
"The crisis in Asia has had a significant impact on overseas trade. The depreciation of the Japanese yen has pushed up the cost of importing energy and raw materials, especially minerals from Australia, which have seen a significant increase in freight costs.
Neon is looking for alternative trading partners, preferably ones that are geographically close. India is a good fit, and Dhanbad's coal quality is world-renowned.
The financial crisis does affect trade, but for energy importing countries like Japan, coal is a necessity.
No matter how bad the situation is, the demand for coal will never change.
"I see," Ron said, understandingly. "We already have plenty of stock in our warehouse in Dhanbad. When the Japanese customer comes to check out the quality, we'll set the price and ship it out."
"I will inform them today that they will arrive in India within a week." Oda said quickly.
"Okay, let them go to New Delhi and I will lead the team to Dhanbad."
"It's a deal!"
Oda finally breathed a sigh of relief, this trip was not in vain.
"You look like you've survived a disaster," Ron said with a smile.
“Delhi is a terrible city!”
"How do you say that?"
"Every country has its own laws, every family has its own rules, and the locals have no manners at all."
Oda told Ron everything that had happened to him since he got off the plane, and Ron laughed.
"Why didn't you call me?"
"I thought it was just a normal trip, one of my regular trips to Mumbai where I go to wander the streets alone."
“North India and South India are not the same thing, and my travel agency is right there in the airport.”
"What?" Oda was very surprised.
"Didn't you see it? Sur Travel Information Company is right next to the arrival hall."
"It's unbelievable. You're in the tourism business?"
"That's my original profession." Ron said with some pride.
In recent years, travel companies have not stood still. Almost all major cities in India have branches.
The profits and other things are similar to those of external travel agencies, which is barely acceptable.
The reason why he continues to invest resources in this business is for the future "hotel, tourism and catering ecology".
Don’t forget that he also has a five-star hotel under construction, which connects tourism, hotels, catering and local services.
Ron's expected goal is to build his own five-star hotel in every major city.
When it reaches a certain scale, it can also form a group company.
This is nothing surprising, as it is very common for Indian companies to operate across industries.
The most famous is Tata, and the Taj Mahal Hotel in Mumbai is its catering business.
Ron already has a travel company, so it's normal for him to branch out into the hotel and catering industry.
Oda finished his work and was about to leave when he was stopped.
"The coal issue is settled, but where's the cell phone we promised you last time?"
Ron was thinking about NEC's treasure, after all, he couldn't give the balance for free.
(End of this chapter)
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