Chapter 188 Eating Watermelon

"What was he arrested for?" Ron had just returned from Uttar Pradesh and didn't know much about Bollywood entertainment news.

"You know, he likes guns and collected some at home. It just so happened that the bombing happened at that time." Anu tried to explain.

But Ron knew that things must not be that simple, otherwise the Bollywood actor would not be arrested so easily.

He was born into a film family. His father, Sunil Dutt, is a national treasure-level film actor and director in India. He is also a member of the Congress Party and a member of the Senate.

Even with so many dazzling halos, he was unable to save his son. This shows that Sanjay Dutt's case was definitely not a misunderstanding.

"Miss Chandra, did someone ask you to find this place, or..."

"No, it's me." Anu waved his hand quickly, "Sanjay has always treated me as a sister. Our two families have been in contact for a long time."

Anu's family are all elites, including writers, journalists, and directors. They interact with Sanjay Dutt's family, which is not surprising to Ron at all.

What's more, Anu's husband Vinod Chopra is also a film director. They are both in Bollywood, so it is normal for them to have a good relationship.

"Director Vijay Kaushal said he met you at Thackeray's villa and you had a great conversation," Anu continued.

Well, Ron had some recollection of it. He had met Vijay Kaushal when he was dealing with the electrical appliance factory in Bania, and they had even exchanged business cards.

The connections in Bollywood are so damn complicated. They have connections everywhere they go.

But isn't this exactly what he wants now? Sun Productions is still too weak.

The film "Halala" only allowed him to step half a foot into the circle. If he wants to truly integrate into Bollywood, he has to work with big directors.

Only with their leadership will Sun Productions have the opportunity to truly participate in the investment of Bollywood blockbusters.

You can't always invest and shoot by yourself. What if you make money this time but lose money next time?

Ron is not familiar with Bollywood movies, so he can't cheat even if he wants to.

"Anu, tell me the truth, is Sanjay involved in the bombing?"

"No!" She shook her head firmly.

"Ron, I can guarantee this as well." Vikram nodded at him.

"OK, I think I know."

Ron had to get their guarantee that he couldn't get involved in such matters casually.

If he came forward and Sanjay was eventually found guilty, wouldn't that be embarrassing?

"Sanjay has a bad temper and smokes weed, but he would never kill innocent people," said Anu.

"I heard his mother was a herdsman?" Ron asked again after getting Mary's hint.

"Yes, that's Sanjay's trouble. The police don't trust him," Anu admitted.

"It's really troublesome." Ron thought thoughtfully.

Sanjay Dutt's father is a Punjabi Brahmin and his mother is a herder. This combination is a bit too strange.

According to North Indian tradition, the two sides have nothing to do with each other.

Bollywood is essentially a Punjabi and Sindhi monopoly, taken over by refugees from the partition period. It was once a lowly industry that was looked down upon by the powerful in Mumbai in the 1940s.

In this sense, Bollywood is to Punjabis what Hollywood is to the Squidward Man.

There are still a large number of practitioners from Punjab in Bollywood, such as Anu's husband Vinod Chopra, which explains why they are on good terms with the Dutt family.

Since we are fellow countrymen, it is normal for us to be geographically close.

Even Ajay's father, Lal Sr., who is also a Punjabi, is also a Bollywood director.

Many Punjabis are descendants of Aryans. The men are tall and handsome, and the women are fair-skinned, beautiful and have long legs.

Ron's appearance also falls into this category. If he changes his style slightly, he will be mistaken for a foreigner.

Now that Sanjay Dutt, who is half Punjabi and half Sindhi (Muslim), is in trouble, his fellow Bollywood natives are trying their best to help him.

In fact, they could have gone directly to Aj Lal, after all, he was half Punjabi.

Well, just kidding. Given Ajie's personality, he probably won't pay much attention to these people.

"I can't guarantee it, I can only try." Ron left himself enough room.

"That's great, Mr. Sur." Anu thanked him gratefully.

Ron had gained a lot from today's tea salon. He was still capable of helping with some connections.

He had no intention of going directly to Thackeray to plead for mercy, as that would not be appropriate.

At least he needs to understand the background details of the matter first. If he relies solely on Anu and Vikram, what they hear may be biased.

Considering Sanjay's father Sunil Dutt's status as a member of parliament, Ron secretly called Mumbai Mayor Shavan.

Sure enough, a very important piece of information was overlooked.

Sunil Dutt is a member of the Congress Party and Bal Thackeray is a leader of the Shiv Sena, so the two naturally do not get along.

Unable to tolerate the atrocities committed by the Shiv Sena, Sunil Dutt resigned from his position as a Member of Parliament in anger.

He married a Sindhi woman and was quite popular among the herdsmen.

Many herders have made it clear that "I will vote for whichever party Sunil Dutt is in."

What is this? This is my mortal enemy.

As a member of the Congress Party, Shavan can be humble in front of Thackeray, but it is difficult for Sunil Dutt.

He has expressed his dissatisfaction with the Shiv Sena in front of the media more than once and resigned because of this.

Even if he was willing, Sacre might not cooperate, so the two sides were at a stalemate.

Shawan also told Ron that Sanjay's arrest was most likely framed by Sarad Kamal.

This man is also a member of the Congress Party and is in a fierce competition with Sunil Dutt for the post of party leader.

Unfortunately, Sunil Dutt's approval rating is extremely high, so the former can only think of some unconventional tricks.

As soon as Sanjay was arrested, his father's reputation was damaged and his support rate plummeted.

Damn, there are too many twists and turns here.

Sanjay, his father (Congress), his father's political enemies (Congress), Thackeray (Shiv Sena), and his Bollywood friends and family.

Everyone has their own motives, and it seems natural from their point of view.

Even Ron wanted to win some favor and take the opportunity to let Sun Productions take root in Bollywood.

It’s nothing more than a word “profit”.

Well, Ron is also a mortal, and he plans to visit Aj Lal.

Aj Lal has been promoted again. He is now a deputy inspector and is in charge of hundreds of police officers and detectives.

Bandra, Juhu, parts of South Mumbai, including Ron's Sur Electrical, fall under his jurisdiction.

The ability to rise as fast as a rocket is, of course, thanks to the investigation into the bombing.

Dawood's charges have been basically proven, and the Indian government has issued a deportation application to Dubai.

This former Mumbai gangster may be feeling anxious now.

Also implicated in the bombing, Sanjay Dutt was one of the 186 suspects arrested personally by Ajay.

He is indeed a selfless policeman. No matter who calls, Ajie ignores them.

This includes his immediate superior, as well as a mess of other officials.

Then Ron came.

Aggie was sitting in his garden drinking tea. When he saw Ron, he immediately nodded and motioned him to come over and have tea with him.

"Here's the information about Amor, the person you asked me to help you investigate last time." Aijie handed him a document.

"What do you think? That guy is a Brahmin, but he lives in a slum. It's so abnormal."

"No problem, probably because of his father's involvement." Aijie waved his hand.

Ron flipped through the information and glanced at it, and he understood a little.

It turned out that his father had committed murder in his hometown, and the victim was also a powerful person.

Their family's power was not as great as the other party's, so they could only hide in Mumbai.

Well, after experiencing the baptism of Uttar Pradesh, Ron no longer cares about such trivial matters.

"By the way, you arrested Sanjay Dutt?" Ron asked.

Ajie turned his head, put down the cup, and stared at him.

"Are you here to beg for mercy too?"

"Someone came to see me," Ron shrugged, "but they didn't come to ask for favors. I just wanted to ask about the situation."

"That guy is a bad guy." Aijie concluded.

Perhaps according to his moral standards, out of the 14 million people in Mumbai, 13.99 million are bad.

This is a city of sin, and the people in it are in cahoots with each other.

Ajay checked Sanjay Dutt's information in great detail, from childhood to adulthood.

He told Ron that Sanjay had been extremely rebellious in his youth.

He started by smoking marijuana, then switched to white cigarettes. He made the excuse that the deaths of his mother and wife had left him with a deep emotional trauma.

Not only did he smoke, he later also sold it, hanging out with a group of Sindhis all day long.

Fortunately, this guy didn't fall too far into addiction. He took the initiative to ask his father to send him to a drug rehabilitation center in Mississippi, USA, where he stayed for two years.

He came out with a new look and made a comeback in Bollywood thanks to his father Sunil Dutt's connections.

"But this guy is not honest, you know, he has several 'guitars' hidden in his house."

Aijie gestured with his hands, making the gesture of holding a submachine gun.

"Uh" Ron didn't know what to say. He actually had quite a few guitars.

"If that was all, he wouldn't have been involved in the bombing," said Agee.

"Is there something else going on?" Ron asked curiously.

“Those guns were delivered to Mumbai by express delivery after Sanjay called Dawood’s brother Anis and deputy Abu.

They hollowed out a Suzuki car, refilled it with submachine guns and grenades, and drove it from Babayang to Bombay.

They naturally couldn't unload the goods on the main road, so they thought of using Sanjay's garage. And Sanjay, like countless people in the film and television industry, was full of curiosity and yearning for gangs.

Now you know why he was arrested, right? Even if he didn't participate in the bombing, he was still charged with being an accomplice."

Hiss, Ron is numb. As a spectator, he always gets new news.

None of those people's intelligence was reliable. Some of them were missing arms or legs.

"Didn't they say that Sanjay was framed by his father's political enemies?" Ron asked again.

"That's not wrong. After the incident, Kamal, the political opponent, promised Sanjay's father that as long as Sanjay pleaded guilty, he would get him out of prison within two weeks.

So old Dutt believed it, and he asked his son who was filming in Mauritius to come back, saying that he would only stay in the police station for two hours at most and then go home.

But my orders were to take 200 armed police officers to the airport, and the moment Sanjay came down the escalator, that was the end.”

Damn, these politicians are so shady.

“Will Sanjay be sentenced?”

"He can't escape. It will take at least eighteen months."

Ron frowned, looking helpless.

"Well, I won't get involved in this matter, and I won't ask for it. But I might take someone to see Thackeray. You know that tiger, right?"

"Of course, it's okay, he can come." Aijie said with a faint expression.

(End of this chapter)