Chapter 446 Sunshine Hotel
The Sunshine Five-Star Hotel has been open for more than a week, and all of its 25 floors and 400-plus rooms, including 32 master suites, are fully booked.
The location of this place is so good that customers flocked to it on the first day of opening.
Look at the trained waiters, who are almost immediately busy serving breakfast, afternoon tea and happy hour drinks to guests.
Some of the guests are businessmen passing through Delhi, while others live permanently in the expensive business suites with narrow corridors far from the luxury bars.
Every evening, the sun slowly sets, sweeping across the parliament building, the magnificent villas of entrepreneurs and politicians.
These people would sit in the lounge, leisurely holding a glass of black label whiskey on ice, quietly enjoying the scenery outside the window, and smilingly tasting the food and drinks prepared for them by the waiters.
They were chatting or playing with their phones.
In order to get timely news from the Capitol, some businessmen booked business suites in the Sunshine Hotel for six months at a time.
For example, arms dealers are so dependent on political brokers in New Delhi that they simply set up their offices in hotels.
They sat in twos and threes in plush, soft armchairs, relaxed and talking quietly, surrounded only by the clinking of glasses and the attentive waitresses.
Many people commented on this newly opened hotel, and judging from their expressions, they were quite satisfied.
"This place is alright, isn't it?"
"Yes, it's very close to the parliament. It only takes ten minutes to get there."
"I stayed at the Qutub Hotel in Bangalore and the waiters there were all dark-skinned girls."
"After all, it's a five-star hotel with government investment, so we have to ensure a certain level of caste correctness, you know."
"So I'm very pleased with the staff at this hotel. They can actually speak English, you know."
In recent years in India, whether in Delhi or other cities, you will often notice that the waitresses in cafes, restaurants and retail stores are becoming more and more "international".
Most of them are in their twenties, speak softly and fluent English.
You can tell they are from northeast India by their eyes, cheeks and smooth skin.
They are polite but a little shy.
If you say hello to them and tell them that you also grew up in the Northeast.
Then they will be more relaxed and pay extra attention to you when serving you.
They do not come from urban families. They are country girls from rural Northeast China. They left their hometowns and came to Delhi just to make money.
They typically come from Nagaland and Manipur, leaving behind poor and violent families to live in cosmopolitan cities in the interior.
The step they took was longer and more difficult than any journey taken by ordinary urban people.
Although there are thousands of such girls in Delhi, in a sense they are all alone.
They can be seen everywhere in shopping malls and restaurants, but the rich never take them seriously.
Sunshine Hotel hires the best of these girls, who are well educated and start with a bachelor's degree.
Not only can they speak English, but their skin color is generally lighter and their personalities are gentler than most Indian girls.
Just like the stereotype of Biharis, people have the impression that girls from several northeastern states are waitresses.
They are more East Asian, with the light skin that drives Indian men crazy.
Many of those businessmen and arms dealers are from high castes, and they don't like dark-skinned Indian waitresses.
The Sunshine Hotel's meaningful arrangement is very much to their liking.
There are also gyms, bars, swimming pools and entertainment centers, and the facilities are very comprehensive.
Of course, if you look closely, you will find that the "Sur element" of this hotel is too strong.
Air conditioners, televisions, refrigerators, washing machines, and even the kitchen appliances in the restaurant are all from Sur Electric.
Those invisible places, such as cement, steel bars, and construction teams, are also supported by companies under Sul.
The construction cost of the entire five-star hotel is very advantageous, at least 30% lower than that of similar brands.
The hotel not only attracts a large number of Indian businessmen, but also many foreigners.
For example, Boeing, McDonnell Douglas, General Dynamics, Boeing, and Northrop Grumman.
They all have offices in the Sunshine Hotel or have opened special suites.
Because they all want to get as close as possible to politicians, bureaucrats, businessmen and defense officials and strike huge arms deals with them.
India's military equipment budget is relatively low by U.S. standards, but it still amounts to tens of billions of dollars.
Data from the US Pentagon shows that India is expected to purchase $1 billion worth of weapons and equipment from various US arms companies this year, which is enough to rank among the top ten countries for US military trading.
As the biggest boss of the group, Ron naturally has his own suite office in the hotel.
With admiration and surprise in her eyes, Satya followed the elegant waiter and quickly came to the door of Ron's suite.
The waiter knocked on the door cautiously, and after hearing a response, he turned the handle and motioned Satya to come in.
The office is luxurious, with a lounge area that depicts a future Delhi, all trees, neon lights and granite buildings.
Ron was sitting behind his desk, papers neatly arranged around his computer and fax machine.
Satya's attention was quickly drawn to a low shelf in front of the desk, on which were placed some small models that looked like toys.
But these are clearly not, they are scaled-down models of products sold by arms dealers.
There is an armored personnel carrier and a battle tank, both sand-colored, indicating that their combat environment is in the desert.
There was also a strange ship that Satya didn't recognize.
"This is a littoral combat ship," Ron put down his pen. "It was given to me by an arms dealer. My son Ravi likes it very much."
Well, probably only Mr. Sur’s children can use military models as toys.
"Sit down."
"yes."
Satya's butt was pressed against the leather seat, and her body was subconsciously tense.
"What's up?"
“Mr. Sur, you haven’t been back to Uttar Pradesh for a long time.”
"Hmm?" Ron looked up. "I've been busy with business outside for the past two years, so I haven't been back to Uttar Pradesh very often. But that's our base, so everything's going well, right?"
"Yes, of course. It's just that it's getting harder and harder to be a socialist these days."
"How do you say that?"
"The BJP is too powerful, especially after last year's general election, when many Yadav MPs joined them. Uttar Pradesh has always been dominated by caste politics, but now it's in chaos, with growing conflicts between different ethnic groups."
Satya didn't say anything more. It's not just the BJP that is strong, the Progressive Party is not much behind.
The caste-based political parties that were once clearly divided are now showing a tendency towards integration.
From the perspective of India's political landscape as a whole, this is a good thing. It can break down barriers and further strengthen national cohesion.
But for caste parties in Uttar Pradesh, this is digging up their roots.
Once the barriers of caste communication are broken, what else will they do?
“Satya, in principle, this is good for the development of Uttar Pradesh.”
"Of course, but..." Satya looked embarrassed.
Honestly, he would be very uncomfortable if Uttar Pradesh gets better.
If Uttar Pradesh has no castes and no poor people, can it still be called Uttar Pradesh? Can it still be called a place of outstanding people and beautiful scenery?
Well, Ron also felt that the taste was wrong.
"Let me put it this way. I'll talk to the state legislature and ask them to add one or two Socialist Party ministers. Also, when the Sur Real Estate Company recruits workers, you'll be allocated some quotas."
"That's great." Satya agreed quickly.
Mr. Soule was indeed generous. He not only gave the Socialist Party more say, but also gave them greater popularity among the people.
Nowadays, everyone in Uttar Pradesh knows that workers in the Surda Group are well treated, almost second only to civil servants.
If the Socialist Party can get the allocated quota, it will be equivalent to having bargaining chips to promise voters.
The future of a political party is influenced by these two factors. No one will follow you if there is no benefit.
The reason why Ron agreed to Satya was not only to appease him, but also because he took into account that the BJP is indeed in its heyday.
Winning two consecutive general elections has made their foundation more solid.
It’s hard to say about other places, but he must keep Uttar Pradesh in his hands.
When the BJP was declining and local caste parties were strong, he formed an alliance with the BJP.
Now that the BJP is strong and local caste parties are declining, he supports small parties.
In short, Ron has learned the style of the British troublemaker to the letter, and he will help whoever is weak.
As a master of keeping things balanced, he is also professional.
"By the way, Mr. Sur, those people in the state also want to see you recently." Satya said mysteriously.
"Which people?" Ron was confused.
“The group that is allied with the Socialist Party is the herders in the north.”
"What do you want to say?" Ron looked at him strangely.
"They have nothing to do, they just want to see you. Oh, by the way, they will also organize a team of pastoral girls to visit you. Knowing that you like light skin, they will all be white-skinned girls, very fresh and tender." Satya danced with joy.
"Comfort delegation?"
"Yes, absolutely clean, all are virgins. They are trained to please men. Of course, if you prefer other tastes, that's no problem. We have young, mature, married, and breastfeeding girls, and we have everything."
"roll!"
"Ah?" Satya was stunned.
"Just focus on your Socialist Party and don't think about these messed up things." Ron said unhappily.
"Yes! Yes!" Satya kept nodding and bowing.
The Socialists and the herders are allies, and he simply wants to use his position to give Mr. Soule some new tricks.
You should know that many Hindus actually have this kind of unorthodox idea in their hearts, which is to severely rape the herder girls.
It is best to wear the traditional costumes of herders, veils, headscarves, and robes. Then take them off one by one. The visual enjoyment is unparalleled.
The herders in Uttar Pradesh also did not refuse to show goodwill to Ron, and they were eager to establish such a relationship.
Besides, "Good Doctor Sur" has no prejudice against herders, which is a consensus across India.
But Ron scolded Satya rudely. Who was Satya to do this?
If he really wanted to, what kind of woman wouldn't have it?
Instead of focusing on the dirty tricks, it is better to think more about business matters.
Well, it’s time to ask about the Golden Quadrilateral Highway project.
(End of this chapter)
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