Chapter 398 The Power of the Sun God
The one hundred-acre land plan appears to be less than half the size of the Sur campus, but the cost is even more staggering.
Just acquiring this commercial land may cost hundreds of millions of dollars, and the previous preferential treatment for industrial land is no longer available.
Moreover, the old buildings on the old land need to be demolished, and some residents need to pay compensation for demolition, so the cost of land acquisition naturally rises sharply.
After acquiring the land, we also need to build office buildings, apartments, and five-star hotels, which will cost at least $200 million.
The total budget for the entire science and technology park is about US$300 million, almost equivalent to the construction of a port.
However, Ron felt that the investment was worthwhile. Having its own landmark industry in Mumbai, India's most advanced metropolis, was a business card for Sur Real Estate.
To become bigger and stronger, you ultimately need some advertising effect.
Mumbai itself is prosperous enough, and the consumption level of the white-collar class here is actually not low.
Comprehensive business districts will definitely be the consumption places where they compete with each other, and the apartments, shops and department stores there have no worries about business at all.
He had a hunch that after the millennium, there would be a real estate boom in major Indian cities.
This is the social dividend that will inevitably be brought about by policy opening and economic development after ten years.
Of course, this is accompanied by a rise in prices and wages, with currency depreciation being the main driving force behind this.
The impact of the Asian financial crisis has become apparent. Apart from the price of goods, the wages of people in Mumbai have generally risen to a certain extent.
Most people's monthly income really reaches 3,000 yuan.
Sur Electric Appliances is discussing internally whether to raise prices for products such as small household appliances to cope with the increasing prices of raw materials.
As the rupee continues to depreciate in the future, price increases for consumer electronics are almost inevitable.
On the way back to the villa, Ron looked out the window and quietly thought about his future investment layout.
But he soon noticed a phenomenon: the street names he was familiar with before had changed.
Since 1995, the entire city has been caught up in a frenzy of large-scale name changes.
Every month, the municipal corporation receives more than 50 applications to rename roads.
Civil servants spend 90% of their working time changing street names to those of relatives of local powerful people, and receive generous rewards for doing so.
It's crazy that those rich people are commemorating their ancestors by paying bribes.
Someone even asked Ron if he wanted to change the road near his villa to Sur Road.
He refused, which sounded awkward.
But other rich people don't think so, they are very passionate about this.
However, the number of roads that can be renamed in this city is limited, but there are still many people waiting to name a road after their father, boss or old customer.
It doesn't matter that there are no street names to change in the city. Politicians are happy to find that every two roads form an intersection, most of which are blessed places for building temples or opening Persian restaurants, so such intersections can naturally be used for naming.
This made it almost impossible to find a place in Mumbai using a map or street names as a guide.
Another aspect of this city's split personality is reflected in its two sets of street names.
One exists in people's memories, the other is printed on postcards. One Bombay is official, the other is folk.
The real street names of this city are like the Vedas, which are passed down orally.
Many of Mumbai's neighborhoods are named after the most iconic trees there, and because of the Kambar trees planted there, it has the homophonic name Kolumbara Hill.
The Babunas district was created because of the Robinia pseudoacacia, also known as Babu. The Bandi bazaar was created because of the Bandi tree, also known as the umbrella tree.
The Tamarind Trail is named after the tamarind trees, and the Tadhi tree (which means sugar palm) growing under the iroko tree is named after the same name.
Because of the banyan trees planted there, the name Worli came into being. The original stink bug village became the Chinchilla Berkeley area with the same pronunciation.
The tree is no longer there, but the road named after it remains. When you recall it now, it inevitably evokes a sense of melancholy and nostalgia.
The trend of changing names seems to have spread across India, with the Tamil Madras being changed to Chennai.
There are even BJP MPs who nominated to change the name of India to Bharat.
The reason they did this was to eliminate the traces of colonialism across India and to de-pastoralize India.
The Bharat School of Winning has begun to emerge. The method of spiritual victory or self-deception has already affected Mumbai under the instigation of the BJP.
This country will become more and more bizarre, and it will be a feast for the elite and the rich.
When we returned to the villa, Nia was waiting in the hallway with her belly bulging.
This silly girl had been pregnant for a long time without realizing it. She only realized she had to go to the hospital when her belly began to grow.
Anil originally wanted to go over and say a few words of concern, but he decided to give his time to Ron first.
"Baba~" she smiled foolishly.
"What did the doctor say?" Ron took her hand and walked into the hall.
"It's four months old and the baby is healthy."
"Leave the rest to the servants. You can have a good rest."
"What should I do with the travel agencies and tour operators?" She looked a little confused.
Nia said she was Ron's personal maid, but now she is more like a secretary.
Nia handles all the accounts for travel information companies in several major cities and travel agencies in the Persian Gulf countries.
The hundreds of millions of rupees in profits earned every year are also used for Ron's daily expenses.
She is the housekeeper. She keeps the villa in Mumbai and Ron's personal life in order.
When she was a child, she studied with Ron and learned various knowledge together, even music and dance.
She is not worse than many city girls, and maybe her horizons are broader than theirs. After all, she is handling big businesses worth hundreds of millions of rupees.
"I will set up a hotel, tourism, and real estate group and develop a technology park in Mumbai, including hotels, office buildings, and luxury apartments. Professional managers will be in charge."
"Baba, do you think Nia is not doing well enough?" She was a little depressed.
"Of course not," Ron smiled and kissed her forehead, "You're going to be a mother soon. Your first priority now is to take good care of the baby."
"Okay!" She nodded energetically and smiled again.
"Anil, arrange a private medical team for Nia immediately and don't let her sneak into the office in the fortress area." Ron turned around and ordered.
"Yes, master." He grinned coolly, and his smile was very warm.
"I'll be bored if I have nothing to do." She expressed a little dissatisfaction.
"You can check the accounts at home, but not more than two hours a day."
"Yeah!" She nodded obediently.
"I have another villa south of Colaba, you know, just across the bay. That's the house I left for you, and you can move there later."
"Then Baba, where do you live?" She raised her head.
"I can't say where I go. But I have to go once or twice a week if I have time."
"I'll listen to you." Nia was sensible and didn't refuse.
The villa on Malabar Hill is Ron's main residence. In the future, either Isha or Kavya will come to live there.
As a family servant and pregnant, Nia is not suitable to live here anymore.
Ron arranged for her to stay alone in a villa, which was an indirect acknowledgement of her status. Any other woman would have been overjoyed.
But Nia was too dependent on him and was unwilling to leave him even as a servant.
But she was not stupid. She knew that this was for the good of the child, so she accepted it obediently.
Well, the Sun God is indeed different.
He hadn't had time to see another pregnant girl, Lazhu, who was pregnant earlier than Nia.
He had received a call earlier when he was in New Delhi, but due to a series of events he was unable to return to Mumbai.
Lazhu was ecstatic about her pregnancy.
She was the oldest of the women, almost twenty-eight.
In India, if a woman of her age doesn't have children, people would suspect she has a problem.
Some more vicious people would think that she was doing something shameful.
Ron has always been very loving to his woman, and Lazhu has a detached house.
It's in the Kimble District, not far east of the Sur Park.
Ron knocked on the door and it was not Raju who came to meet him but Ashish.
"Brother-in-law!" he said in surprise.
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Ron slapped him on the back of the head.
Unexpectedly, Ashish was not angry at all, but even happier. He regarded this as an intimate interaction between family members.
"Brother-in-law, my sister is about to give birth in four months, and you haven't come to see her yet."
"Don't you see how busy I am? I have to go back to New Delhi in two weeks."
"Ah, leaving again?"
"Ahem, Isa's due date is approaching."
"Oh." Ashish said nothing.
"Don't worry, I will come back to accompany Lazhu when the time comes."
"Brother-in-law, you are a good father."
"You want me to tell you?" Ron kicked him away in disgust.
Lazhu was already coming over with a bulging belly, walking very quickly.
She was probably the healthiest of the women, and the one Ron was least worried about.
Lazhu has been practicing yoga all the time, just to satisfy some perverted and twisted idea.
"Take it easy. Don't you care about the baby in your belly?"
"My mother gave birth to me in the morning and went to work in the afternoon." She retorted in a low voice.
"Times have changed. There's no need to endure hardships. I have arranged regular checkups at top clinics in Mumbai."
"Yeah." Lazhu didn't object to this.
"I will also help you find servants. From now on, don't think of yourself as an ordinary person."
"Ah?" Lazhu was puzzled.
"Because you are Ron Soul's woman."
Laju didn't say anything, but Ashish was listening with great joy.
"By the way, have you checked it?" he asked.
"What?"
"Mumbai's top clinics have state-of-the-art equipment and can"
"Whether it's a boy or a girl, I will give birth to the baby." Lazhu looked at him warily.
"Of course I have no objection. Why are you so nervous?" Ron felt wronged.
"Really? Then you still want me to check it out?"
"The checkup doesn't mean anything. Western hospitals all have this service. Would I treat my child unfairly?"
"There is no Indian man who doesn't like boys. Most of them hate girls." Laju looked at him pitifully.
Ron really wanted to say that he was not an Indian man, but after thinking about it, he shut up. It was not convincing.
"Okay, whatever you want."
This silly woman became less intelligent after she got pregnant.
After having lunch with them here, Ron and Ashish left for Sur Electrical to prepare for a meeting.
(End of this chapter)
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