Chapter 453 World Trade
When Ravi got out of school, Ron went to pick him up.
He couldn't recognize his son at first glance among a group of children wearing white school uniforms and of different skin colors.
For the first time in his life, he was just like everyone around him.
Ron was overjoyed, his heart overflowing with the pride of being a father.
Ravi attends the pre-primary class at the International School of Bombay, their family's own school.
In the past, international schools were a twelve-year system and did not have preschool classes.
But by the time Ravi was about to go to school, he had it.
Agalon was taken to Chennai by Kavya, where he will spend his kindergarten days.
The elderly people in the south were particularly reluctant to let him go, especially Jayalalitha, who kept lobbying Kavya to let Agallon receive some Tamil cultural education.
It won’t be too late to come to Mumbai when he starts primary school, at least so that he can learn how to speak Tamil.
Kavya agreed, there are very famous schools in Chennai too.
In addition, she is pregnant again, and she feels more comfortable staying in her hometown where her family can take care of her at any time.
Ron would often go to Chennai on business trips and stay there for a while, but this did not affect the relationship between their families.
Ron understood their idea, which was simply to have Agalondo show up in Chennai to consolidate his status as the South Indian heir.
There was no problem with that, he had already planned his future arrangements in his mind.
Now here in Mumbai, only Ravi is here, and Ron soon discovers his uniqueness.
They came out of school and a little girl named Komo chatted with him in Marathi.
She told Ron that her grandmother was coming to visit her soon and asked Ron to help her put the tattoo sticker on the back of her hand.
She pulled her treasures from her bag and showed them to Ron: a potato shaped like a porcupine and filled with matchsticks, her coloring book, and small crafts that had been cut into strips at one end and could be folded loosely into interesting shapes.
Cuomo also seriously asked Ron to tell Isa that a certain store was a good place to buy shoes for Ravi.
Ravi tried to talk to her and the other children nearby, but no one understood English.
"Don't you speak Marathi?" Ron asked him.
"I can only speak a little." He explained to Ron in a gentle voice, "Dad, can you send me to an English-speaking school?"
"This is it." Ron was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
"Then why don't they speak English?"
“They are still young and have just started learning English. They grew up speaking Marathi.”
“Why don’t they speak Hindi, you and mom both speak Hindi.”
“Because my father and mother spoke Hindi when we were young, that’s in the north, which is different from here in Mumbai.”
Ron patiently explained to Ravi how complex the language of this country was.
But English is a bridge. After all the students in the school speak English, everyone can understand it.
For the first time, he was able to describe in detail what he had done at school. He used a small pepper as a paintbrush, dipped it in paint, and drew on paper.
Then he made crafts, built a small house and the sun, did a puzzle, and ate "square rice cakes." Isa told him that "square rice cakes" are called donkra, a traditional snack in Mabang.
Ron listened to Ravi's childish talk with a smile. Before he went to school, he had no such urge to share his experiences.
Even if you are rich and can afford a top-notch private tutor, you should not separate your child from the group.
On Ravi's first night at the Bombay International School, his classmate's mother came to Isha and said that a child in their class had a birthday on Saturday and asked if they wanted to attend the birthday party.
The next day, Isha went to pick up Ravi from school and met another mother. Her family had just moved back to Mumbai from South Africa and was preparing to take their children to Chongshan Club for swimming.
The club was once open only to white people, but now all Indians holding foreign passports can enter, including certain powerful elites.
Ron's family was quickly sought after and invited by the parents of their classmates.
Before Ravi started school, no one had an excuse to invite them to birthday parties or bring their children over.
To them, the Ron family was too high-end and too international, just like foreign aristocrats.
Birds of a feather flock together, so as these "internationalized" people integrate into high-end social circles.
It belongs to the wealthy, English-speaking elite of Mumbai or returned Indian expatriates.
After several years of fermentation and sedimentation, most of the students at Mumbai International School are descendants of industrialists and even royal princes.
The education Ravi received was far superior to what Ron received as a child. At least in India, he received the best elite education.
The Mumbai International School has overtaken its competitors by relying on its financial resources and is no worse than the two famous schools, "Cathedral" and "Scottish".
Ravi will spend his carefree childhood among children from wealthy families, which is much more colorful than their parents'.
In Mumbai, it is difficult to make the leap, but it is equally difficult to humble yourself.
The mothers at Bombay International School truly have nerves of steel, and they meticulously plan their children's birthday parties.
Ravi had been to one of them, at a luxury apartment on Kraft Avenue.
All party elements were imported from Dubai, and professional entertainers were invited to let well-trained puppies perform basketball shooting.
Ravi was presented as a guest with three sets of imported crayons and watercolor pencils, luxuries Ron had called “dip pens” as a child.
Hundreds of children came to the party, and the host spent no less than one million rupees, or about 20,000 to 30,000 US dollars.
But in the Bombay Heights community, it's money well spent. It's social training for the kids and a fundamental part of their lives.
What these kids really need to worry about, no matter how old they get, are two questions: Who will invite me to their party? And who should I invite to mine?
The poorer the country, the more enthusiastic it seems to be about parties. Mumbai's parties are endless, and the invitations sent out are full of creativity and eccentricity.
Some were stuffed in woolen gloves, some were rolled up in shot glasses, and some were packed in boxes with pasta, dried mushrooms, and spices.
These invitations were for adults, and they had a high degree of overlap with the birthday party list of the Bombay International School.
At these adult parties, there are many Mumbai girls, who have beautiful faces, hot bodies and cool clothes.
When Ron returned to Mumbai this time, he discovered a new phenomenon: single people over 40 are still living a carefree life.
A playboy explains his unmarried life in a rather crude but matter-of-fact way: "Why buy a cow if you can drink milk every day?"
The "cow" he was referring to was a Mumbai girl in her early thirties. Of course, she always claimed to be 28 years old to the outside world. Because she was single, she was popular with everyone, but also because she was single, she was lonely.
She is the first choice of married men and rich fat guys. Anything is fine as long as there is a hug to spend the long night together.
But from her exquisite makeup and the way she flirts in front of others, there is absolutely no trace of fragility or self-pity.
Married women envied her, but who knew her pain?
The tide of globalization has finally eroded this metropolis, and with it the worship of money.
The phrase "Indians are kind and loyal" is gradually becoming less reliable and credible.
In addition to witnessing little Ravi go to school, Ron also has to take care of his own business.
The most important thing here in Mumbai is of course Soul Electric, which has become a veritable national brand and has a huge influence in the entire Indian subcontinent.
Today, the giant Sur Electric produces almost all the electrical appliances people need in their lives.
From the kitchen to the living room to the bedroom, the Sur logo can be seen everywhere.
As India's economy gets better and better, large appliances such as air conditioners, refrigerators, and washing machines are becoming more and more popular in the market.
Even laptops, after several generations, are now quite famous.
However, the most successful product in the past two years is still the mobile phone.
Since it developed the chip, Sur Mobile has entered an era of rapid expansion.
As of this year, the total number of mobile phone users in India is expected to be around five million, of which 83% use Sur phones.
From less than 100,000 five years ago to 5 million this year, Sur Electric has made great contributions.
Now the second generation of mobile phones has come to market, which are more comprehensive and reliable than the previous generation.
Previous defects and obvious bugs have been fixed, and daily use will become smoother.
If nothing unexpected happens, the next generation of Sur phones will be more mature.
The internal R&D team has gradually taken over most of the design work.
After two years of studying with Huazi, the talent class of Suer Electric Appliances can finally graduate.
As for chips, Ron didn't expect much. Why should he be able to do something that even India couldn't?
Of course, this does not affect the promotion of Sur Electric Appliances.
With the huge sales of Sur mobile phones, the slogan of the Sun God chip was shouted over and over again.
Words such as "self-developed" and "technology" have gradually become synonymous with Sur Electric Appliances.
Ron is finally going to have a stable life in the field of patriotism.
Being the first mobile phone chip company in India, what an honor it is.
Even New Delhi was promoting him, and some of the words even made Mr. Luo feel embarrassed.
But in India, where Bharatiya Janata Dal is prevalent, this is a good thing.
Everyone believes that Sur Electric will achieve greater success and may even gain a foothold in the international market.
Until a piece of news suddenly appeared in the newspapers, India's neighbor, the University of Tokyo, seemed to be about to join the World Trade Organization.
The news spread throughout the business community in an instant, and Indian companies were extremely suspicious, fearing that cheap Dongda products would flood the domestic market.
Indian media are flooded with reports about Todai's umbrella, battery, fireworks and other companies, which will squeeze out local counterparts.
There is no way around it. Indians have extremely complicated feelings about this neighbor.
They envy each other's achievements, but use every possible means to belittle them, as if they don't care.
What India is most powerless about is that the two countries have the same population size and were originally on the same starting line, and India even has a slight advantage.
But they just can't produce the same high-quality and low-priced products as Dongda, even though their labor costs are obviously lower.
The executives of Sur Electric are also very nervous about Tokyo after joining the WTO, because many spare parts still rely on exports from there.
If trade barriers were gone, could the two sides still cooperate as happily as before?
Ron didn't know that when he was about to return to New Delhi, Sunshine Smart City had already opened.
There is no outsider competition for this kind of real estate and business district.
(End of this chapter)
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