Chapter 448: Counterfeit
The manager slammed the door shut, but the blonde woman in the room still didn't look at Barum.
He had just mustered up the courage to sit next to her when there was another loud knock on the door.
"When you hear a knock on the door like this, it's over. Got it?" It was the manager's voice.
"knew!"
Barum moved closer to the woman on the bed, who neither resisted nor showed any affection.
He touched her hair and pulled it gently, asking her to turn her face towards him.
She looked tired, as if exhausted, and there were bruises around her eyes, as if someone had hit her.
She gave him a smile that Barum knew all too well: the smile a servant gave to his master.
"What's your name?" she asked in Hindi.
This one speaks Hindi too! There must be Hindi schools for girls in that country.
He can swear!
"Barum."
She laughed. "It's an unusual name. It has something to do with water."
"You're right. My family lives by a tributary of the Ganges, and we used to be fishermen there," said Barum. "That's the name my father gave me."
She laughed out loud, a high-pitched, silvery laugh, and her golden hair swayed up and down as she laughed.
Barum's heart was pounding, and her perfume was going straight into his head.
"Let me tell you, my family also gave me a name when I was little. In our language, that name means 'stream'. That's how my family treated me too!"
"Wow." Barum said and sat cross-legged on the bed.
They chatted and she told him that she hated the mosquitoes and the manager of the restaurant the most, and Barum nodded.
They chatted for a while, and she said, "You're not ugly, and you're quite likable."
Then she ran a finger through his hair.
At this moment, Barum suddenly jumped off the bed and said, "Sister, why are you here? If you want to leave this restaurant, why don't you go? Don't worry about the manager, I'm here to protect you! I'm your biological brother, Barum Nishatuo!"
Well, the above is the scene in Barum’s imagination of a hero saving a beauty.
What he actually said was:
"Seven thousand lovely rupees for only twenty minutes! Time to start!"
These are his actual words.
He got on top of her and with one hand pulled her arms behind her head. Then he lowered one hand and with the other stroked her blonde hair.
Just then, Barum suddenly screamed. Even if you put a gun to his head, his scream would probably not be much louder than that.
"What's the matter, Barum?" she asked.
Barum jumped off the bed and slapped her.
An even louder scream suddenly spread out.
My god, these foreigners are so scary when they shout.
The door opened immediately and the manager walked in, as if he had been eavesdropping outside, with his ear pressed to the door and a stupid grin on his face.
Barum grabbed the girl's hair and yelled at him, "That's not real blonde."
The roots of my hair are black! This blonde color is dyed on!
The manager shrugged. "It's only 7,000 rupees. What do you expect? Real blonde hair would cost 40,000 or 50,000."
Barum lunged at him, grabbed his chin, and slammed his head against the door.
“Give me back my money!”
The woman screamed behind him, and Barum looked back.
He made a big mistake. He shouldn't have been distracted and should have taken out the manager on the spot.
He fell into the trap of making a feint to the east and attacking in the west.
Ten minutes later, Barum rolled out of the hotel door with a bruised face and nose, and the door slammed shut behind him.
Vitiligo didn't wait for him, so he had to take the bus home, rubbing his head all the way.
Seven thousand rupees, he really wanted to cry!
Do you know how many buffaloes you could buy with that much money? He could feel his family members' fingers pulling at his ears.
After an hour-long traffic jam on the road, he finally returned to his Windsor apartment.
Barum washed the wound on his head in front of the public sink and then spat more than a dozen times.
To hell with that, he scratched his butt and then walked listlessly towards his room.
He kicked the door open and was stunned.
There was a person in the mosquito net, and he saw the silhouette of a person sitting cross-legged.
"Don't worry, Barum. I know what you've been up to."
A man's voice. Who cares? At least it's not his family coming to collect debts. This was his first thought.
Satya lifted a corner of the mosquito net and looked at him with a cunning smile on her face.
"I know exactly what you've been doing."
"gentlemen?"
"I called your name, but you didn't respond, so I came down to check. But I know exactly where you were. The driver, the one with the pink lips, he told me everything."
Barum's heart was pounding and he looked down at the ground.
"He said you went to the temple and prayed to the gods for my health."
"Yes, sir." Barum was relieved, sweat running down his cheeks. "He is right, sir."
"Come into the mosquito net." He lowered his voice, and Barum entered the mosquito net and squatted beside him.
Satya looked at the cockroaches crawling above his head. It was his first time here.
"Barum, you did a good job. I was too hard on you before. I never knew you lived in a place like this."
"That's all right, sir. I'm used to it."
"Barum, I'm almost done with my affairs. I still have some finishing work to do. Once I'm done with this, next time we come to Delhi, I'll find you a new place to stay."
Barum just smiled but didn't say anything.
"What are those red spots on your palms? Did you pick them yourself?"
"No sir, it's a skin disease. I also have it behind my ears. Look, these pink spots."
Satya subconsciously leaned back to avoid it, but quickly recovered.
He moved slightly closer, and the scent of his perfume filled Barum's nostrils.
"I've never noticed this before. Is your disease contagious?"
"No, sir. It affects many people, even poor people."
"Can this disease be cured?"
"No, sir. The diseases of the poor can never be cured. My grandmother had tuberculosis and died of it."
"It's the 21st century now, and any disease can be cured. Once this is done, you can go to the hospital and I can reimburse you."
"Thank you, sir," Barum said gratefully. "Are you going anywhere now?"
"No, it's nothing. I just came down to check."
"Sir, let us go upstairs, I beg you. This is no place for a noble man like you."
"It's nice to relax. You know, I finally met Mr. Soul recently. He was very generous, and my business was successful. And those girls... In short, all my efforts over the past few days have finally paid off."
"You need to eat something, sir. You look tired."
Satya smiled, that bright baby smile that believed in everyone.
"Barum, you always think of me. Yes, I want to eat something, but I don't want to go to a big restaurant anymore. I'm tired of those restaurants. Take me to where you eat."
"What did you say?"
"I want to try a new flavor. To be honest, I'm curious about what you usually eat." Satya was in a good mood and rarely acted unconventionally.
"Yes, sir."
They went outside and Balum led him across the street into a tea shop.
"Barum, you come and order the food. Just order something that ordinary people eat."
He ordered okra, cauliflower, radish, spinach and dal, enough to fill a poor family or a rich man's stomach.
Satya ate, burped, and ate some more.
"This is delicious, and only twenty-five rupees! You guys are eating so well!"
When he was full, Barum asked for another portion of yogurt.
He smiled as soon as he took a sip, "I love eating the food you guys eat!"
Barum also smiled and thought: I also like to eat the food you eat.
And there was the blonde woman, whom he never got to enjoy.
Ron will stay in New Delhi during this period, firstly to wait for the Golden Quadrilateral Highway project to be finalized, and secondly because the Sunshine Smart City is about to open.
The first phase of this 350-acre commercial district was officially completed after 27 months of construction.
The next step is for brands to move in and for the store to be decorated, and it will open in three or four months at most.
Calculating the time, it is around September or October in the second half of the year.
Actually, the construction of Mumbai's business district started earlier, but the official opening may not be until the end of the year.
Because when the land was first acquired, there were still several abandoned factories and staff dormitories standing there.
The demolition alone took a long time to mobilize, and the demolition of abandoned buildings was also a major project.
It’s not like New Delhi, which is a suburb with large areas of open space and wasteland, so there is no need for so much trouble.
Since he had nothing to do anyway, Ron simply began to slowly inspect the operations of the Sunshine Hotel.
He came in a hurry and hadn't taken a good look around the place in the more than a month since it opened.
The five-star hotel in Varanasi opened at the beginning of the year, but Ron never had time to go back.
New Delhi is more important, location determines everything.
To be honest, when building this hotel, Ron didn't really care about profits.
Based on the initial investment of nearly 200 million US dollars, it may take more than ten years to recoup the investment.
This is because the Sunshine Hotel is located near the Capitol, which is a prime area.
If you put it anywhere else, you will definitely lose money, and the maintenance costs alone will be huge.
But when Ron does business, he doesn't focus on immediate profits.
For him, or for the entire Sur Group, a five-star hotel is more used to receive customers or partners.
The most important thing is to give those officials convenience. When they spend money at the Sunshine Hotel, they can just record it directly in the bill.
As for whether or not to pay in the end, does it matter?
Ron doesn't need that little bit of money, it would be better if he didn't give it to him, otherwise where would the favor come from?
To put it bluntly, for him, five-star hotels are simply supporting facilities to support his business and also a form of invisible bribery.
It doesn’t matter whether you make money or not; what matters is serving your customers well.
Wow, he put a lot of thought into the construction of the Sunshine Hotel.
(End of this chapter)
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