Chapter 211 People!

Looking at the corpse in front of them, Ron was speechless and Ratan felt depressed.

They didn't expect that the King of Mirzapur would react so quickly and decisively.

Don't you want the murderer? This is it.

They even brought the so-called "criminals" to justice without anyone else's help.

A life for a life, nothing could be fairer in Uttar Pradesh.

The Mirzapur police station also quickly closed the case because the guru was indeed at the crime scene that night.

The villagers testified that there was someone else? That doesn't exist. It was too dark, so you must have seen it wrong.

Killing Guru directly was a brilliant move, and Ron and the others didn't even have the chance to interrogate him.

With the cooperation of Mirzapur police station, the Lucknow headquarters has accepted their application to close the case.

Yadav's assistant also called and asked him to stop making trouble. Apparently, the Tripathi family had also made connections in Lucknow.

"Damn, that bullshit king is so despicable!" Ratan cursed angrily.

"This matter has to end here." Ron also sighed.

Morally speaking, the Tripathi family has already given an explanation to the Sur family.

If they continued to pursue them, it would make the Suer family seem unruly.

It was just a worker who was injured, but the Tripathi family was willing to severely punish the murderer, and no one would have any objection to this.

Otherwise, how would other forces and officials in Uttar Pradesh view the Sur family?

As for the flawed case-closing process, has anyone in Uttar Pradesh really paid attention to this?

Only poor people go to the police; the rich have long since jumped out of the system.

"We underestimated that Kalinbai. He is known as the King of Mirzapur. He is very capable."

"I'd rather have a fight with him." Ratan was so angry that he had no place to vent his anger.

He was impulsive and irritable, but he was not stupid. His intention to pick a fight with Karinbai was completely unfounded.

"He's a tyrant. We've already become enemies. We need to be extra careful with him in the future." Ron didn't like this; it was too passive.

"I will be stationed at the mine from now on. It suits my wishes that he dares to come." Ratan planned to put his hemp sideline business aside and hand it over to his family members.

This is a large project worth hundreds of millions of rupees and there is no room for error.

The family will send more descendants over in a couple of days. This is a critical period for the expansion of power, and everyone must do their best.

"I will stay for a while before returning to Mumbai, at least until the situation has completely calmed down." Ron planned to continue to stay in Mirzapur.

The construction of the mine is proceeding in an orderly manner. The construction team comes from Odisha, which is the state with the richest mineral resources in India.

They have extensive experience in construction, including laying roads, power grids, and water pipelines.

The mine tunnels have reached the ore vein, and if mechanical efficiency is not pursued, manual mining can be done.

The foundation of the cement plant is solidifying, and the construction of the factory building will only be faster in the future.

Ron expects to be able to try artificial cement production next month, and one or two thousand tons per month will not be a problem.

The cement plant will not be officially put into use until the second half of the year.

This kind of large-scale project is much more complicated than Sur Electric Appliances. No wonder only the government and big investors could handle it in the past.

Be patient, it is already January 1994, and he will start his road to success by the end of the year.

The Muna family has been in a gloomy mood recently, and their lives are getting worse day by day.

Raja's unexpected death dragged this family, which was just about to "rise", into the abyss again.

The most realistic problem facing them is that they have no money to repay the usurious loans.

The groom died before the bride was married, and the Yadav family broke off the marriage the next day.

In fact, on the night Raja was shot, the bride ran back home in fear and she didn't even enter Munna's house.

Since the marriage did not take place, the dowry must be taken back.

Muna's grandmother, Old Rutu, threw a tantrum and acted like a spoiled child, but it was no use.

Yadav was not someone they could afford to offend, so they returned all the 5,000 rupees in brand new notes, the Hero bicycle, and the thick gold necklace.

Without this generous dowry, the tea shop owner's usury would certainly not be possible.

As soon as the Yadav family left, the tea shop owner came to collect the debt.

No one can hide the affairs of Kana Village from anyone.

Muna's family could not come up with 3,500 rupees, so the tea shop owner asked Muna to work for him to pay off the debt.

Of course this is not possible, Muna is now the hope of the whole family. He has found the best master in the world, the big boss of the mine!

As long as his job is there, the family has hope of rising.

If you lose your job, everything is over.

But the tea shop owner was very tough and he wished Muna would lose his job.

A country mouse actually dreams of becoming famous?

It’s better to go back to the tea shop and let him hit you on the head with a big spoon dipped in syrup!

The tea shop owner does not allow the people of Kana Village to break out of the cage, and servants should be servants for generations.

Old Rutu hoped that Muna would ask Ron for help again, but Muna refused.

He had already asked his master for help regarding his brother's matter. How could a servant cause trouble to his master every day?

He frowned and thought hard, looking for a way to solve the problem of usury.

If all else fails, I can just give my entire 300 rupee monthly salary to the tea shop owner.

With compound interest, he may have to pay back the high-interest loan for many years, but at least there is still hope.

The family would have to go back to the hard life they had before, with no income, no savings, and barely enough to feed themselves.

In the end, it was Ron who discovered his abnormality and found out the whole story after asking a few villagers.

Ron called Muna over and asked him.

"Your family owes usury?"

"Master, I didn't spend money recklessly or gamble. The reason for the usury is..."

"I know," Ron waved his hand, "How much did your brother owe for his wedding?"

Muna breathed a sigh of relief. If his master mistakenly thought that he owed usury from gambling, that would be the end of him.

"Three thousand five hundred rupees. I could have paid it back for my brother's wedding, but..." Muna suddenly stopped.

"Here's three thousand five hundred rupees." Ron handed him the money.

"Master?" Muna was stunned and didn't know what to say.

"Consider it my loan, but there's one condition."

"You say!" Muna's eyes flashed with determination.

He had made up his mind, and he would not hesitate even if it meant killing someone.

"Live well." Ron said with a smile.

"Master." Muna was suddenly speechless.

"I have a mission for you. Get as many people in Mirzapur as possible to support the Sur Cement Factory. Let's start with Khanna Village."

"Yes, Master!" Muna said loudly.

He left the mine and walked towards home, but suddenly burst into tears.

He couldn't control himself and tears streamed down his face.

He suddenly understood a truth.

The master never treated him as a servant, he just treated him as a human being.

A person!

It was the first time Muna was so close to this word, and he would never forget it.

Muna paid back the high-interest loan from the tea shop owner, but the disappointment in the other's eyes did not make him feel much pleasure.

He returned to his shack-like home, rummaged through the drawers and finally found the cloth bag he had hidden.

The bag was covered with dust and had holes of various sizes gnawed by insects and ants.

But the things inside were still there. Muna carefully opened the cloth bag, and the yellowed pages made his heart tremble.

Yes, he has been educated and he should be able to read.

Rural areas in India are very poor, but there are still government public schools.

My teacher at Muna Primary School was a fat man who loved chewing betel nuts and always spit out the red betel nut juice.

Three walls of the classroom were covered with his spit, like a layer of low red wallpaper.

He often took a nap at noon, and the students would secretly steal betel nuts from his pocket and share them among themselves.

They chewed betel nuts, imitating their teacher, putting their hands on their hips, bending their waists slightly backward, and exhaling with a "puff!"

Three of the dirty walls were covered with betel nut juice, which they took turns spitting. On another wall was a mural of Buddha sitting under a tree, surrounded by several sika deer and squirrels.

Over time, the murals have become dim and mottled. This is the only wall that the teacher spared.

He is not competent in his job and often embezzles funds allocated by higher authorities.

The government once had a program to provide students with three raitas, yellow lentils and pickles for lunch every day.

But Muna and his friends had never seen any pancakes, yellow lentils, or pickles, and everyone knew what was going on.

The teacher pocketed their lunch money, and he had a plausible excuse for the embezzlement: he hadn't received his salary for six months.

This is a fact and everyone knows it.

You can't expect teachers in Indian public schools to be very responsible. They will adopt Gandhian protest methods to demand their wages, that is, they will not work until they are paid.

Of course, he was also afraid of losing his job, because although the income of state-owned enterprises in India was very meager, he could make a lot of extra money.

Once, a truck delivered the government-issued uniforms to the school, but they didn't even see them.

A week later, the uniforms were seen being sold in a neighboring village.

No one blames the teacher. You can't expect a person to come out of a cesspool without stinking.

Everyone knew that if they were in his shoes, they would do the same thing. Some even admired him for his cleverness, his cleanness, and his ability to avoid being caught.

One can imagine the academic performance of students studying in such a school.

But Muna is different from them, he likes reading.

One day a man in a blue hunting jacket walked towards their school. The clothes he wore were the fanciest ones Muna had ever seen.

Khaki uniforms pale in comparison.

They crowded at the door, staring at his clothes. He had a cane, and when he saw the students gathered at the door, he waved it so hard it made a loud whizzing sound.

The students rushed into the classroom, opened their textbooks and sat down. This was a surprise education inspection.

The man in the blue hunting jacket, who should be called the supervisor, tapped the hole in the wall with his cane and knocked on the red wall. The teacher was so scared that he kept saying, "I'm sorry, sir, I'm sorry."

"There's no dustpan, no chairs, and no school uniforms. Damn it, how much teaching funds did you embezzle?"

The supervisor turned around and wrote four sentences on the blackboard, then pointed his cane at a student and said, "Read!"

Several students who were called up just stared at the blackboard.

"Sir, let Muna try. He is the smartest in our class. He is good at studying."

So Muna stood up and said, "We live in a beautiful country."

"Yes," the supervisor said, "compared to these scoundrels and idiots, you are truly a smart, honest, lively and lovely student."

That day, the supervisor gave him a book as a gift, "The Life Story of Mahatma Gandhi - A Reader for Youth Education".

Muna has treasured this book to this day and it is the shining gold in his heart.

Unfortunately, his father died of illness and the family lost its income.

Muna had to drop out of school and work as a waiter in a tea shop, earning a meager income to support his family.

He has always kept in mind the task assigned by his master today.

His intuition told him that if he wanted to win the hearts of the people, he must first be literate!

(End of this chapter)