Chapter 444 Blonde
The millennium marked a turning point in global change and the times, with labor-intensive industries shifting from Europe and the United States to Asia, and Tokyo and India becoming emerging economies in the world.
As the pace of globalization accelerates, India enters a period of deepening reform, and the information technology and service industries begin to grow explosively.
Five years ago, India's software industry was worth less than $1 billion, but this year it has soared to $8 billion and is continuing to expand.
This transformation not only brought in foreign exchange earnings but also created millions of IT jobs. The service industry surpassed agriculture and industry to become India's largest industry.
This shift has pushed India's economy away from reliance on agriculture and low-end manufacturing and toward "knowledge-intensive services."
According to assessments by international professional organizations, the proportion of India's service industry in GDP exceeded 50% for the first time, far exceeding agriculture (22%) and industry (28%).
The median age of the entire Indian population is 24 years old. Entering the new millennium, the huge demographic dividend began to emerge.
In big cities like Mumbai, the salary of ordinary workers has reached the 4,000 rupees mark, and after accumulating overtime, they can even get a high salary of 8,000 rupees.
One can easily earn Rs 6,000 in the service industry and white-collar jobs, and can earn over Rs 10,000 if one moves up a level.
IT and engineers have the highest salaries, generally around 20,000 rupees.
This was simply unimaginable seven or eight years ago. No wonder even children from slums want to learn computer knowledge now.
This is a new way to change their destiny and it is relatively fair.
As economic development enters the fast lane, people's income and consumption levels will naturally increase accordingly.
It is said that there are now more than 50 million people in India with annual salaries ranging from 300,000 to 10 lakh rupees.
This is a huge number, which is beneficial to the domestic mid-to-high-end consumer sector.
Sur Electric's high-end home appliances are selling particularly well this year.
Large-screen color TVs, refrigerators, VCDs, washing machines, and mobile phones with skyrocketing sales have all become favorites of the white-collar class.
At first, Ashish was terrified by the order for two million chips, but now, they have all been sold out in less than half a year.
Sur Electric purchased as many as five million first-generation chips from Dongda alone, and the cost was further diluted to around US$6.5.
The next generation chip is expected to be finalized by the end of the year, and various parameters have been adjusted, which is considered a major change.
Considering the vast market in India and the strong demand from Sur Electric, Huazi is said to have decided to set up a dedicated chip design company.
Ron's initial proposal for a full suite of customized services had been a huge inspiration. He wasn't making phones himself, but he could certainly design them for others.
Just consider it as a chance to accumulate experience. Once they are ready, they will surely become an important mobile phone manufacturer in the Tokyo market.
Ron doesn't care about the market of the University of Tokyo. His attention is now focused on India.
The first priority for Sur Mobile is to expand its market share as much as possible. Once it has a majority market share, it can consider selling chips.
He not only wants to make money from ordinary consumers, but also wants to take money out of the pockets of other electronics manufacturers.
Even how much money is made is secondary. The focus is on controlling the domestic mobile phone manufacturing industry through chip channels.
Of course, this goal is still a bit far away.
Ron was busy with another thing. The "Golden Quadrilateral" road project promoted by the Vajpayee government was a huge piece of cake.
This infrastructure project will connect the four major cities of Delhi, Mumbai, Chennai and Kolkata, with a total mileage of more than 5,800 kilometers.
According to Surki Real Estate's estimates, the budget for completing such a huge project would be at least 600 billion rupees, or about US$13.4 billion.
The cake was so big that even Ron couldn't help himself.
Of course, he didn't expect to complete all of them. Such a long mileage would inevitably be divided into countless small projects.
Not to mention other places, but he must at least take a large piece of the area within his sphere of influence.
For this purpose, Ron has flown back to New Delhi in person.
After hearing the news, Satya in Uttar Pradesh also rushed to the center of power.
The Socialist Party's days there became increasingly difficult.
No, to be precise, except for the BJP and the Progressive Party, other small parties are now being squeezed hard.
Mr. Sur's business covers almost the entire Uttar Pradesh, and people cannot do without it from birth to death.
The invisible influence is permeating all the time, which has led to more and more people joining the arms of the Progressive Party, even if it is just to seek peace of mind.
As more people join the Progressive Party, more people naturally leave the Socialist Party and the Popular Socialist Party.
Yadav can still hold on by relying on his huge caste advantage, but the Bahasa Samajwadi Party, which is mainly composed of Dalits, is in trouble.
All the things Mayawati promised you can easily achieve if you can enter Mr. Sur’s industry.
As for the scarce civil servants, with hundreds of millions of people competing for a thousand positions, the probability is too low.
So, for the sake of their own stomachs, those who originally supported the Popular Socialist Party have now thrown themselves into the arms of the Progressive Party.
Satya is very aware of the crisis and he is ready to talk to Mr. Sur.
Whether the Socialist Party and the Progressive Party form an alliance or secretly rely on each other, they must strive to gain some benefits for their own parties.
Otherwise, if he can't even paint a big picture, how can he appease his subordinates?
Unfortunately, it is now more difficult to see Mr. Sur than before. Satya went there several times and was told that the appointment was scheduled for two weeks later.
He didn't dare to leave and could only wait, enjoying the colorful world of the big city at the same time.
It must be said that after Mr. Sur's business was fully expanded in Uttar Pradesh, everyone benefited to some extent.
Now Satya has a considerable amount of savings, enough for him to enjoy the rest of his life.
If he were to ask what attracted him most about Delhi, it would of course be the blond big horses.
No Indian man can resist this, it is a temptation from the heart and blood.
Satya also likes this. He got to know the broker here who can provide this service.
Usually his servant, Barum, would drive him to a place in Greater Keshra, the upper-class residential area of Delhi.
Barum couldn't remember the maze-like route, and every time he had to turn a corner, the broker or Satya would tap him on the neck.
In this way they directed Barum all the way to their destination, which was as big as a small palace, with white marble columns in front of the door.
However, just from the garbage thrown outside the wall, you can tell that fashionable and wealthy people live inside.
The broker began making phone calls, leaving the car door open while he spoke.
It was a Sur brand mobile phone, and its golden body was very popular among the nouveau riche Indians.
I don't know when this magical mobile phone started to become popular in New Delhi.
In short, even the servant Barum knew what a mobile phone was used for, which was amazing for a low-level person who could not read a single word.
Five minutes later, the broker slammed the car door, and Barum began to sneeze because of a strange perfume that filled the back seat of the car.
"Boy, stop sneezing and drive us to the Jiangpula area."
"I'm sorry, sir."
The broker was a fat man. He turned to the girl who had just gotten in the car and said, "Please say hello to my friend Satya in Hindi."
Barum glanced in the rearview mirror and saw the girl for the first time.
Wow! The fat guy was right in boasting, this is indeed a beautiful white girl.
She was tall and straight, but the most striking thing about her was her hair, which was smooth and shiny golden, just like what you see in shampoo commercials!
"How are you, Satya?" Her Hindi was perfect, and she reached out and held Satya's hand.
The fat man laughed. "Look, India is also globalizing, isn't it? Even she can speak Hindi now."
He patted her thigh. "Your Hindi has improved a lot, dear."
Satya leaned back and asked the fat man across the girl, "Is she a hairy bear?"
"Satya, don't ask me, ask her. Don't be shy, she's a friend."
"Ukrainian," she said, her Hindi accented this time, "I am a Ukrainian student studying in India."
Barum watched intently the entire time, making a mental note: I must remember this place, Ukrain. I must go there someday!
"Satya," the fat man said, "don't sit there like an idiot. Touch her hair. It's the real deal. Don't be afraid. She's a friend."
He smiled again, "See, it won't hurt you, will it, Satya? Say something in Hindi to Mr. Satya, dear. He's still a little afraid of you."
"You are very handsome," she said, "don't be afraid of me."
"Driver," the fat man leaned forward and clinked his cold wine glass with Barum's, "Are we almost in the Jiangpula area?"
"Yes, sir."
"There's a restaurant on Qingzheng Temple Road with a giant neon X sign on top. Send us there."
Barum had them there in less than ten minutes, and he made sure he didn't miss the restaurant this time, for the large X sign on top of it was flashing like a beacon in the darkness.
Satya went in with the blonde in her arms, and he couldn't wait.
He has to hold the reins tightly and spur the horse to gallop.
Barum was so restless in the car that he even started chewing on the steering wheel.
He also likes foreign horses, but the difference in status makes him helpless. However, the fire rises and burns in his heart, with no sign of extinguishing.
The wall outside the hotel was decorated with stained glass to prevent thieves from climbing over it. Whenever a car's headlights shone on it, the glass pieces would glow and the wall would turn into a colorful monster with a glass backbone.
Barum's Adam's apple kept moving, sweat was pouring down his forehead, and all kinds of thoughts were mixed together in his mind like a raging sea.
Suddenly his eyes stopped at the rearview mirror and he saw something on the back seat of the car.
Barum got out of the car and closed the door carefully. Then he opened the back door and got in, feeling around on the leather seat.
He ran his hands back and forth across the leather seat three times before finally finding what he was looking for.
He held it up to the light.
A blond hair!
It was deeply imprinted in Barum's heart.
(End of this chapter)
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