Chapter 404 Academy
Although Mallya said Arindam was a tycoon with his own business empire, Ron still asked someone to investigate.
It's very strange. I don't know if it's because the other party rose too quickly, but his business scope is very vague.
Ron asked a few people, some of whom he had no impression of, while others he had only heard of.
However, there was all sorts of news about him in the small newsstand on the street made of bricks and plastic boards.
Arindam's magazine was there, showing off its colorful pages and nonsensical headlines to passers-by.
Behind the glass curtain walls of office buildings, diligent young people learn Alindam's business philosophy from managers.
On the flight from Delhi to Chicago, the movie playing on the small screen in front of the seat was also sponsored by Arindam.
He is indeed good at marketing and can think of ways to build his own personal image in every corner of the city.
However vague it was, Ron could still grasp some of his business connections.
It is centred around the Planman Consulting brand, which includes the business school, as well as other media companies, film studios and charities.
However, in the eyes of outsiders, this sign is called "Alindam".
Even under the guise of the "honorary president" of the School of Management, the business school and Planman are just part of the "Alindam" image.
Ron also knew that this so-called Indian Institute of Planning and Management was very small and located in the suburbs of Delhi.
Just from the promotional page, it is said that this business school has 9 branches in major cities in India and is gradually becoming internationalized.
They have a branch in Dubai and a branch in Belgium that is run in partnership with schools in Brussels and Antwerp.
By the end of the year, a branch will be established in London, and another branch will be built in the old factory area in Pennsylvania.
Arindam's company, Planman, has a media division that is responsible for the distribution of India Sunday, which is said to be the only weekly in the world with 13 editions.
In addition, the company also owns three business magazines, a software company, a consulting department for "human resource management of multinational corporations", and an outsourcing company.
Although this outsourcing company was newly established and relatively small, it was responsible for the entire online service of the British newspaper The Guardian, as well as the editing and proofreading work of the Daily Mail.
Of course, this is what is written on the brochure. The specific situation is unknown because few people have verified it.
Ron also knew that the mainstream media's evaluation of Arindam was not very good. It was basically full of criticism and there was a lot of negative news.
But he still decided to go and take a look. To be able to come up with so many tricks and make thousands of students willingly pay 400,000 rupees in tuition fees, there must be something very capable about it.
One ordinary morning, he took Anil and others to Gurgaon.
The city is becoming more and more international, and the gap between rich and poor is becoming more and more obvious.
This is mainly reflected in spending money and making money. The newly paved road leads from the airport all the way to the south of Delhi, passing by high-rise buildings on the way, and finally some billboards and a large shopping mall come into view.
The granite and glass building, nestled at the foot of the Delhi Mountains, will be Asia's largest shopping mall when completed.
The scenery of Delhi is like another Dubai or Singapore. Most of the people here are not very rich or want to be rich. They walk in groups, ride bicycles, squeeze into dilapidated buses or black and yellow electric three-wheeled motorcycles that run very fast.
Delhiites are oblivious to the world around them: beggar children do somersaults at traffic lights, boys wear frightening moustaches sticking to their faces.
In a crowded crowd, it is easy to tell who are the rich people.
Children from the circus were performing hard in the Toyota pickup trucks and Mahindra SUVs parked at the intersection. They used their bodies to do various acrobatic moves to attract passers-by.
These scenes can be seen everywhere in India's big cities, and the lives of the rich in them are not much more glamorous than these.
It's nothing more than Mipel, Ambani, Dabur skincare products, Swarovski crystals, gold-plated toilets, racecourses, and private jets.
These things were boring and uninteresting to Ron.
Unlike Arindam, he seems a little different and is always surrounded by various comments and controversies, such as ponytails, management gurus, business schools, magazines, Bollywood movies, etc.
In the 1970s, Gurgaon was very poor. It was a desolate area of Delhi, with wheat fields everywhere, no paved roads, few telephone lines, and frequent power outages.
When Arindam's father founded the college, he used a house in south Delhi as his office during the day and his bedroom at night.
No matter how you look at it, it seems strange to have a management college established in a rural area of India, just like the emerging small sects that often appear in India.
To put it bluntly, they are poor and don’t have the money to run a school in a prosperous area.
However, after more than 20 years of development, Gurgaon has become a modern suburb with office parks built by many multinational companies, as well as a large number of apartments and commercial buildings.
It takes 40 minutes to get to Gurgaon from Delhi by highway, making it a satellite city. But it offers high-end professional services, including a branch of London's Debenhams department store and imported beef from Argentinian restaurants.
Arindam College is located between Delhi and Gurgaon. Ron's BMW 7 Series is very fast and he arrived nearby in less than 20 minutes.
The first thing I saw was a temple, a modern temple with carved walls, with no trace of ancient Indian architecture.
In front of the temple, there is a huge statue of the monkey god in Indian mythology standing tall, carrying a magic stick on his shoulder, looking proudly at the cars coming and going.
The temple gradually disappeared on the horizon, as if the ancient Indian kingdom had never existed, leaving only the mess before our eyes.
The road was dusty and sometimes empty, sometimes crowded with various pickup trucks and SUVs.
Occasionally you would see a few small shops, but they would pass by in a flash, and in front of you was still a large empty road leading to the city.
From time to time, a few small hotels appeared, seemingly deserted, because there were "farmhouses" nearby, where wealthy people from Delhi bought farmhouses and used them for weekend gatherings.
The hotel caters to all kinds of travelers: from American rock stars whose careers are declining to Ukrainian call girls with no fixed place to stay, there are people of all levels.
Of course, none of this is visible from the highway. The farmhouse is locked and heavily guarded. It's surrounded by a high wall topped with broken glass, with only the occasional glimpse of a neatly trimmed lawn.
As the car turned a corner, Ron saw that the left half of the gate of a farmhouse was open, and a young rural woman in uniform was guarding the farmhouse.
The Indian Institute of Planning and Management is located among these hotels and farmhouses, spread over five acres of land surrounded by high walls.
Here, like other schools, the guards paced in front of the guard room, checking their watches and pressing their intercoms from time to time.
The students on campus were dressed a little too bulky, and the oversized sports jackets and floral shirts looked a little strange on them.
They looked like they had just returned from an all-night party and were trying to compose themselves so as not to be mistaken for loitering.
Tsk, to be honest, Ron was a little disappointed.
It's too shabby. His villa is bigger than this college.
There is a striking college advertisement on the wall at the entrance, with photos of Alindam prominently displayed on the posters.
The photos were all taken at close range. His hair was tied into a ponytail, appearing black and shiny against the white background.
He had smooth skin, fashionable glasses, and a youthful look in a blue shirt. He smiled, revealing his white teeth, the kind of smile you associate with American businessmen and missionaries.
But the Alindam in the picture does not look directly at the reader like the American businessmen and missionaries, but stares into the distance, as if looking into his prospects, with an elusive expression.
Below the picture is information about the college. Judging from the campus distribution map, the nine campuses are located in seven cities in India.
Only a few cities in the east do not have branches. There is not much information about the school's enrollment plan and admission requirements, and there are more small introductory pictures of the Delhi campus.
Including swimming pool, school computer room, library, folding tables, male and female students wearing shirts, etc.
The text surrounding the image was like a massive fireworks display, all italics, exclamation points, and capital letters, attempting to surprise and delight every student.
"Study in various European countries for 21 days for free" and "Provide jobs and laptops for all students."
The headline is "Dare to Challenge Top Management Schools", which is mainly aimed at business schools funded by the government, and is also intended to sound more mysterious and credible.
Alindam seemed to be ready. As soon as Ron's car arrived at the door, the guard hurriedly opened the door for his limousine.
This extended version of the BMW is a global limited edition, priced at 20 million rupees, and is extremely rare in New Delhi.
Before Ron got out of the car, Alindam came over with his students to welcome him.
The students were wearing the same uniform and all looked enthusiastic.
If the security guards hadn't been there, they might have surrounded us immediately.
The principal, Alindam, is very famous. The college teaches management and even started an MBA master's program.
But no matter what, Ron Soul is as famous as he is. He himself is the greatest authority in corporate management.
They stood in a straight line, raised their arms, and chanted, "Soul! Sur!" over and over again.
I don’t know how many times they shouted, but then they all bent down and bowed 90 degrees.
Ron got off the bus and stood there, waving to the crowd with a kind smile on his face.
He felt like a pyramid scheme leader, with a group of people worshipping him.
There’s not much time left!
The car stopped in front of the lobby of the teaching building, and wherever the car went, a group of staff and students gathered.
There was endless amazement in their eyes, and the beautiful BMWs gleamed under the scorching sun of Delhi.
What a privilege and honor! Thousands of rupees! And it's a limited edition!
Alindam came up very enthusiastically.
(End of this chapter)
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