Chapter 402 Ravi
At the end of October, Isa was due to give birth.
One after another, it even made Ron feel a little unreal.
Before the novelty of being a father wears off, another one comes along.
When he received the call, Issa's water had already broken.
When the plane landed and she arrived at the hospital, she had already been pushed into the delivery room.
"How's it going?" he asked Isa's sister, Rafe.
"It's been over four hours, but the doctor said it's normal for Isa to take longer since it's her first child."
"Okay." Ron stood still.
This time is much longer than Kavya's. It seems that Isha's physical fitness is a little weaker.
He took out his cell phone to talk to someone, but he didn't know who to call.
Fortunately, after more than half an hour, the door of the delivery room was pushed open.
Isa closed her eyes, and Ron's heart skipped a beat.
"Madam has exerted too much energy and is now unconscious. Congratulations, Mr. Soul, it's a boy," the doctor explained.
Phew, Ron breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank you." He nodded to the medical staff and then came to the bedside.
The little guy was sleeping soundly, just like his mother.
He has a very light complexion, a straight and upturned nose, and fair and tender skin, probably inheriting Isa's features.
"Oh! What a cute little guy!" Velma's heart almost melted.
As the Chief Justice, he usually wore a serious expression. Even Ron had never seen him smile like a mischievous child before.
"By the way, Ron, what are you going to name him?" Velma asked eagerly.
"Ravi!" Ron blurted out.
"Uh" Wilma stopped talking.
"What do you think?"
"It means the sun in the Rig Veda, very good." Verma nodded pretentiously.
"As a father, I have to have some kind of ceremony with my first child. When Isa and I have other children, you can name them."
"It's settled then." Wilma finally showed a happy expression.
What could he be dissatisfied with? His youngest daughter found a good family and gave birth to a boy.
Not only will you live a worry-free life in the future, you won’t have to worry about being bullied for not having a son.
The preference for sons over daughters is not just a prejudice among the lower classes. India is a patriarchal society, and the elite, in particular, place greater emphasis on family inheritance.
In fact, they had checked the gender a few months ago, so they were not too surprised now.
Isa didn't wake up until the next day, and then she looked at the little guy next to her and giggled.
It was her first time being a mother, but she herself seemed like a girl who had not grown up, so the feeling was very strange.
"Don't be silly. You have no dignity as a mother at all."
"That's your job as a father. Mom's only responsibility is to love you." She stretched out her finger and touched Ravi's nose carefully.
As a result, the little guy opened his mouth and started howling, which scared Isa so much that she was completely at a loss.
"Ron, hurry, what should we do?" She picked up the child in a panic.
"Maybe he's hungry." He guessed.
Fortunately, there are 24-hour supervisors here. They are experienced and know what is going on after just two glances.
As soon as the small bottle is put into the child's mouth, the world becomes quiet in an instant.
"You're really hungry." Isa exclaimed in surprise.
"Come on, you're the mother." Ron put his hand on his forehead.
"I just have no experience." She smiled at the child again.
Okay, you'll get used to this kind of thing later.
Ron wanted to spend some time in New Delhi with Isa and her son, but his current status meant he had no time to spare.
The wine tycoon Vijani Mallya came to him again.
He had inquired about it several times in Goa in the past few months.
Now, for some unknown reason, he has also come to New Delhi.
When Mallya was a child, he lived with his mother in Kolkata, while his father worked in Bangalore all year round.
Because of his mother's love and lack of his father's discipline, he has been acting in a high-profile manner since he was young.
When others were still wearing open-crotch pants, he was driving a Ferrari children's car around his doorstep.
As soon as I became an adult, I was racing on the streets in a turbocharged Porsche 911.
Before he took over his father's business empire, there were quite a few gossips about him in the newspapers about his luxury cars and beautiful women.
At the age of 27, he was pushed to the front without any preparation.
No one was optimistic about him, so Mallya wanted to prove himself.
Just a few days after he took over the family business, he made many blind investments.
He opened a chain of pizza restaurants, created his own cola brand, and invested in a telecommunications equipment manufacturer, but nothing worked out.
After getting married, his wife and children lived in San Francisco most of the time, and he would stay there for a month or so when he had time.
He also bought a vineyard, a craft brewery and a newspaper in San Francisco, and his collection of classic cars grew.
This was thanks to his beer business. After his marketing skills, which his father did not have, came to the fore, the beer business flourished.
He gradually realized the drawbacks of blind expansion and began to focus on the wine industry, selling or closing down the pharmaceutical, fast food and other businesses he had previously expanded.
Mallya's most brilliant move was to resuscitate the moribund Kingfisher Beer, turning it into India's national beer and a staple in curry houses around the world.
Young people don’t go to the bar and say “Give me a beer”, but “Give me a Kingfisher beer”.
Mallya doesn't care about outside comments about his previous youthful arrogance, and even sneers at them.
"My lifestyle has made me a media darling, with my parties and sports cars. I inherited the family business at 27 and did what a 27-year-old would do, but they compare me to Dhirubhai Ambani. It's normal for a 27-year-old to want to drive a red Ferrari, but a 50-year-old might not be interested in sports cars. I'm just being myself at that age."
"So what do you think of Ron Soul? He's not even 25 yet."
Mallya was speechless. "That guy is a freak. I suspect his mental age is fifty. His brain is different from that of an average person. I have to admit that he is better than me in terms of entrepreneurship, even as good as Dhirubhai Ambani, but when it comes to enjoying life, he is far behind me."
Yes, Mallya lives an extravagant life, but there is a clear business logic behind his sensationalism.
Alcohol advertising is banned in India, so liquor merchants can only find other ways to attract customers, some of which include inviting customers to try the drinks for free.
Mallya, on the other hand, chose to promote himself and speak for himself.
“I’m like Richard Branson,” he said. “We’ve integrated our lives with our brands.”
The tactic was effective, with newspapers reporting on the lavish parties he hosted at Kingfisher Villa and publishing photos of him from that year's Kingfisher swimsuit model calendar.
In this way, Kingfisher brand has increased its exposure unknowingly.
But Mallya was not satisfied yet. He had greater ambitions. He felt very early on that being the owner of an airline would be a very cool thing.
In 1993, India allowed private capital to enter the aviation industry, which is an area that urgently needs to be developed.
However, Kingfisher Wine Industry’s business is not big enough yet, and it needs more capital to thrive in the aviation industry.
He had inquired and found that to develop a private airport company, at least $3 billion in capital would be needed.
This figure immediately dispelled his idea, as Dhirubhai Ambani couldn't come up with so much cash.
Unfortunately, the banks have tightened their loan policies. After much deliberation, Mallya decided to make further efforts in the wine industry.
There are several states in India that completely ban alcohol, and Gujarat has always been a place he coveted.
The economic situation there ranks among the top in India, mainly because of its large size.
Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, the conservative BJP refused to give in.
He had thought his chances would be better this year because former BJP senior official Vaghela had quit the party and he was still serving as the Chief Minister.
Waghela formed his own party, but everyone knew that he was affiliated with the Congress Party.
To put it bluntly, it is a case of defection and treason, which is extremely bad and the BJP hates him to death.
Mallya saw an opportunity. The Congress Party was secular, so drinking was not a problem.
It’s a pity that he ran to Gujarat excitedly, but ended up getting a cold reception.
Waghela rejected him and didn't even meet him in person. He just sent someone to pass on a message.
Gujarat is the stronghold of Hindus, with religious population accounting for about 90%.
The atmosphere is very conservative, people strictly follow the traditions of the church and absolutely prohibit alcohol.
Although Waghela rebelled, he had no intention of challenging the religious traditions of his constituents.
If reporters caught him meeting with a liquor tycoon, that would be handing a knife to the BJP, and they would be eager to get him out of power immediately.
With nothing to show for it, Mallya had no choice but to try his luck in New Delhi.
Coincidentally, after learning that the next generation eldest son of the Sur family was born, he immediately wanted to meet Ron.
The reason has been thought of. The Taj Mahal Hotel will soon hold a marketing conference hosted by the Indian Chamber of Commerce.
All well-known businessmen are invited, but whether they come or not is another matter.
Ron has been a little nervous recently because of the noise made by his children. Although they have a nanny to take good care of them, they still live in the same villa.
Little Ravi howled so loudly that he could hear it in the garden.
Sometimes he even thought that it wasn't bad to be busy with work in Mumbai, as home was still too noisy.
So after receiving the invitation, even though he knew it was a fake meeting, he still decided to go and relax.
That Mallya has asked me out several times, and it would be embarrassing if I didn't go.
After all, the other party is a famous tycoon, not an ordinary businessman, so I might as well treat it as making new connections.
Two days later in the morning, he took Anil and a few others to the Taj Mahal Hotel in a low-key manner.
Ron seemed to be really relaxing, and he even chatted with the smiling female receptionist at the hotel for a long time.
The girl was so excited that she almost dug her nails into her flesh. It was the famous Mr. Soul.
Who in Delhi didn't know him? She had never thought in her life that she would be able to talk to such a big shot.
"Master, do you want me to help you arrange it?" Anil asked in a low voice.
"What?"
"I'll ask that girl to get a room, and you can go there quietly later."
Ron looked at him twice, then cursed, "Get out!"
Does he look like the kind of person who would eat anything when he's hungry?
"I thought you've been busy taking care of the children lately and wanted to relax for a while," Anil said with a wry smile.
After all, Mrs. Isa had just given birth to a child, so it was a little inconvenient for her.
"I'm just asking about the hotel. What are you thinking? Besides, women outside are too purposeful. The ones at home are enough." Ron shook his head.
His seeds are now very valuable and should not be circulated among the people.
Entering the banquet hall, Mallya was giving a speech on "luxury goods".
(End of this chapter)
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