Chapter 248 Uttar Pradesh-style business war

"Brother, do you think that tilaka is reliable?" Ratan asked on the way back.

"He won't miss this opportunity. The one killed by the Tripathi family was his most valued son, who had studied in Europe."

"He wants to use us," Ratan warned. "After driving out the Tripathi family, he will swallow up Mirzapur. Then he will be the biggest gangster in the east."

"Of course I know that, but we want to use him too, don't we?" Ron shrugged.

"So what are you going to do?"

"Just watch the show when the time comes." Ron already had an idea in his mind.

"What a weird thing! When did running a gang become so complicated? Before, people just picked up a gun and started doing it."

"Brother, you have to use your brain even if you're in the mafia. If you act recklessly, you'll easily be used as a tool and die quickly."

"Okay, okay, from now on, leave the gun handling to me, and you just use your brain."

Ratan leaned his head back and began fiddling with his delicate pistol.

Compared to India's homemade pistols, the weapon in his hand can be called a work of art.

"By the way, what should we do before that? We can't just sit and wait. The Tripathi family's military factories are annoying."

"Then give them some trouble first."

"How do you say that?"

"I've been getting a lot of information lately," Ron handed him a piece of paper, "mainly about the operating procedures of the Tripathi family's military factory."

"Barrels, bullets, and shipping channels." Ratan flipped through the pages, confused. "And then?"

"Do you know where their gun barrels come from?"

"Truck parts?" it was written on the paper in Ratan's hand.

“Where are the most trucks in Mirzapur right now?”

Ratan was stunned for a moment, then slowly began to laugh.

Where are the most trucks? Of course, the Sur Cement Plant.

"The only parts that can be used to make gun barrels are certain parts from trucks. The truck parts replaced in the factory will not be sold out. I also cleared out all the parts from the auto repair shops around Mirzapur."

"Wow, this must cost a lot of money, right?"

"On the contrary," Ron chuckled. "Those junks aren't worth anything. One hundred thousand rupees, all for me."

What the Tripathi Arsenal bought were all old parts replaced from trucks. What could such junk be worth?

Ron could spend a million rupees to keep truck parts out of stock around Mirzapur for a whole year.

The Tripathis could, of course, go further afield to buy it, but that would mean a significant increase in cost and time.

They can also buy brand new parts, but again, the cost increases.

The price of a homemade pistol that originally cost one thousand rupees suddenly increased to two thousand rupees. Who would buy it?

Those who use this kind of stuff are poor people who cannot afford the higher prices.

"Why are those auto repair shops willing to sell all the parts to you? They should have a cooperative relationship with the Tripathi family, right?" asked Ratan.

"Which one do you think is more profitable, repairing cars or selling junk?"

"Aha, you are their big customer, they dare not disobey you."

"It doesn't matter who I sell it to. I haven't paid them less." Ron spread his hands.

"A cunning businessman." Ratan hates people who use their brains, except for his own people.

"Of course, I didn't eat all of it. I left some." Ron gestured with his hands.

“Is there something wrong with the goods?”

"Hmm." Ron nodded.

"What will happen if I use it?"

"Bang!" Ron spread his fingers. "It's going to explode."

“Brother, it is really unfortunate for the Tripathi family to have met you.”

Ron shrugged. They deserved it.

His cement factory had just started operations when he was ordered to stop work again and again. Although he paid them off, it would definitely not be good for his reputation if the news got out.

He is a businessman. Since the other party wants to play a "business war", Ron will accompany them.

One evening a week later, two people were waiting outside Tripathi Manor.

One of them had a bloody right hand, and the other signaled him to stay calm.

Soon, car lights appeared in the distance and the two of them quickly stood still.

"Kalinbai!" The leader came to the car window with his hands clasped together.

"What's going on?" asked Karin from the back seat of the car.

"He's one of our guys at Place de Passy," explained the tall, large Magob in the front row.

"Kalinbai, I'm selling guns for you. This man bought a homemade pistol from me, and then..." The person outside the car pointed behind him.

"Brother, as soon as I pulled the trigger, it exploded in my hand." The injured man's face was full of pain.

"So you, bastard, decided to come to my house?" Karin said in a bad tone.

"No! Kalinbai, I didn't want to disturb you, but he insisted on coming." The man who sold the gun hurriedly explained.

"Didn't you try the gun out before you bought it?" Carlin asked. "How much did you pay for it?"

"One thousand five hundred rupees," replied the injured man.

"You think you can buy an AK for that little money? This is a homemade pistol."

The injured man lowered his head and said nothing.

"Magobu, give him another gun." Karin tilted his head back.

Soon, another loaded homemade pistol was handed to the injured man's intact left hand.

"Now, fire another shot." Karin shook his head.

The injured man was trembling. This gun was exactly the same as the one that exploded before.

"Hurry up." Karin stared at him coldly.

"Brother, I'm right-handed." The injured man pleaded.

"That was in the past. You are left-handed now. From today on, you can only use your left hand to eat and wipe your butt." Karin said, staring at his bloody right hand.

"Big Brother."

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up."

This was the king of Mirzapur and no one in the town dared to refuse him.

The injured man could only raise his gun and point it at the sky. The gun seller next to him immediately hid aside in fear.

"Bang!" Blood exploded.

The shooter fell to the ground with a scream, both of his hands were gone.

Karin in the car looked unhappy. He waved outside and said, "You, come here!"

"Big brother." The man responsible for selling the gun stepped forward.

"Take him to the hospital." Karin stuffed him with a few rupees.

The man was taken away, and Karin's car continued to run.

Puff! The severed finger was crushed under the wheel.

"Magob, the rate of gun explosions has been increasing recently. We have to fix this problem. This is bad for business. Let's go."

"Yes, sir."

The next day, Karin brought his men to the munitions factory. There were still many people there, but it seemed a little quieter than last time.

The sound of hammers banging became less frequent, one of the machine tools had stopped working, and many people were sitting on the ground with nothing to do.

"Fewer people are buying guns lately?" he asked Ubbe, the production supervisor.

"Kalinbai, many customers say the guns don't work well and explode. They want to return them, and we have no choice but to refund them."

"Guns used to explode, but it didn't affect business. And now we use machines instead of manual labor. Do you have any explanation?"

"Kalinbai, the barrel explosion is one thing, and the steel for making gun barrels is also hard to buy recently." Production supervisor Ubi looked embarrassed.

"Hmm?" Karin turned to look at Makob, "Where's Ram? Call him over."

After bringing his son to visit the munitions factory last time, Karin began to slowly let him take charge of some affairs in the factory.

First, the raw materials are purchased, and then the guns are sold. The entire process will be repeated.

"Dad." Ram came down from the office upstairs where he had just been smoking marijuana.

"Has there been anything unusual in the factory recently?"

"No, everything is fine." Ram sniffed and spoke in a relaxed tone.

"Everything's fine?" Karin's face turned cold. "Almost no one dares to use our guns anymore, and you say everything's fine?"

"Dad, it's only 1,500 rupees. I can't sell them an AK, right?"

Karin was so angry that he wanted to hit him, but considering that there were outsiders around, he finally endured it.

"Where are the gun barrels? Ubbe said steel is hard to come by on trucks these days?"

"I sent people to all the auto repair shops near Mirzapur, but they didn't have steel suitable for making gun barrels." Ram looked innocent.

"What do those companies that we used to work with regularly say?"

"No, they said it was bought by someone."

"Who?" Karin asked.

"The guys at the cement factory up north said their trucks broke down so often that they bought up all the usable parts."

"Sul." Karin realized that something was unusual here.

They were causing trouble for each other, and now their own business was encountering the same problem. It was hard to say it was a coincidence.

"Kalinbai." The tall Magob stepped forward, made a gun shape with his hand, and pointed it to the north.

"Yadav promised us not to interfere, on the condition that no guns would be used and the cement factory would not be damaged." Karim shook his head.

His original plan was to use various underhanded means to force the cement factory to stop production.

If the matter is delayed long enough, the Suhr family will eventually go bankrupt.

The other party invested hundreds of millions of rupees, most of which were bank loans.

It won’t take too long, just two months, for the bank to come and collect the debt.

This was a plan he and Yadav had agreed upon, and the bank also received instructions from Yadav.

Once the Sur cement plant was forcibly mortgaged, the Tripathi family could easily take it into their pockets.

As for the engineering order that Yadav promised to the cement factory, it was just to stabilize Sur.

The actual start date of the project will probably be delayed until next year. By then, the cement plant will have changed its owner and everything will be just right.

In order to convince Yadav, Kalin not only offered to take on the bank loan, he also transferred some of the cement plant's shares to the other party.

Humph, a 10% kickback on the project payment?

Sur really looked down upon Yadav's appetite.

But now it seems that the other party has noticed something.

"Are the batch of guns we mentioned last time ready?" asked Karin.

"Ready." Ma Gebu nodded.

"It's better to check again and remove the parts that may explode and the parts that are insufficient."

"Dad, I'll go buy the steel for the gun barrel." Ram volunteered.

"Where can I buy it?"

"Changudali, I know someone over there, and Sur's arms can't reach that far."

Karin turned his gaze and the tall Magob nodded.

"Bring a few more people, the sooner the better."

"Don't worry, Dad, I'll go tomorrow." Ram agreed.

To be honest, he missed the pair of sisters there very much.

He hadn't been there for a long time. The women in the red-light district were so submissive that they didn't interest him.

(End of this chapter)