Chapter 352 Emergency

At the end of December 1996, Ron hurried to Tamil Nadu again.

There has been another twist in the case surrounding Jayalalithaa, and this "Auntie" has been arrested!

The arrest of the former chief minister and AIADMK leader was a major event that shook the South Indian political arena.

After receiving the news, Ron hurriedly flew to Tamil Nadu without Kavya's urging.

He had invested in so many projects during Jayalalithaa's tenure and he had to make sure they would not be affected.

The most important thing is that he needs to have a clear understanding of the political situation in Tamil Nadu, which is related to his future career layout.

Why was his "amma" arrested? Is there a chance for a comeback? How will he interact with the DMK in the future?

He had to confirm all of these personally, and of course it was only natural for him to show some concern for Kavya.

It was only right and reasonable for Ron to go to Tamil Nadu.

"What? On what charge was your aunt arrested?"

“Unidentified assets, insider trading.” Kavya was worried.

"Huh?" Ron asked, puzzled.

When did India's judicial system become so efficient? Don't cases like this usually take three to five years to resolve?

"It is the DMK that is targeting her. You know, with the Chief Minister pushing for it, the court will handle it as quickly as possible."

"I can understand unidentified assets, but what do you mean by insider trading?" Ron had helped her clean up her mess the last time he came.

"When an industrial company owned by the state government was first traded, many of its assets were sold at a low price."

"How much money is involved?"

"More than 300 million rupees."

"What's the status of the case? Is the evidence solid enough to allow an arrest so quickly?"

"No, the key officials involved in the case haven't reached a conclusion yet. More importantly, the public is very dissatisfied with the unexplained wealth."

This was something Jayalalithaa could not explain no matter what. The one rupee salary she claimed was now a slap in her face.

DKM's old rivals deliberately exposed these problems, allowing the media to report them extensively, and angry people took to the streets to protest.

In order to calm the situation, the Supreme Court had no choice but to issue an arrest warrant.

And they plan to conduct a preliminary hearing on the case next month, in January 1997.

"It's a bit troublesome." Ron sighed. Public grievances are the most difficult to deal with.

"I'm worried about my aunt. She's never been to a place like a prison."

Jayalalithaa was almost fifty years old and had lived a life of luxury since childhood. She had never experienced the horror of a prison cell.

"Don't worry, she has a special status, the police and the court won't be too harsh on her."

"But how long will this case be tried? Does that mean my aunt will be locked up forever?"

"What about the rest of her party, who didn't manage to get these lawsuits resolved?"

Ron didn't believe that the officials in Tamil Nadu were honest. The entire Indian official system was rotten to the core.

"The AIADMK suffered a crushing defeat in the general elections in the first half of the year, and most of its key figures were kicked out of the government. They have no connections to use."

"That means there's no hope for Tamil Nadu now." Ron frowned.

"Yes." Kavya was dejected.

She was worried that if time went on, the officials involved in the insider trading would not be able to hold on.

Once you plead guilty, the consequences will be even more serious.

"It seems we can only seek external help."

"Foreign aid?" Kavya's eyes lit up.

"Yes, the police and courts in Tamil Nadu are in favor of the current Chief Minister. In your aunt's case, an arrest warrant cannot be issued without conclusive evidence."

"Yes! That's right!" Kavya said excitedly, "But how do we explain all that property? If we can't explain it to the people, there's a high possibility of accidents."

"It's simple. Just find the way for them to come."

"Huh?" Kavya was puzzled.

"Gift, you know?" Ron chuckled. "What's wrong with a niece giving some clothes and shoes to her aunt? It makes perfect sense, right?"

“But I don’t have that much money…”

"Stupid! You don't have it, but I do."

"Hey, you mean..." Kavya began to understand.

"See? It's just an excuse."

"Wow, Ron, if you do that, the outside world will definitely not suspect anything."

"How are you going to thank me?" He impatiently used his Dragon Claw Hand.

"Wait a minute, where will the external help come from?" She protected her chest.

"I'll go to New Delhi and at worst ask the Supreme Court to put pressure on the Tamil Court."

“You’re so nice.” Kavya softened.

Ron didn't hesitate and threw her onto the bed.

"Oh! Is something missing?" She felt something was wrong.

"Never mind. We don't have time to look for an umbrella now." Ron turned on the full automatic mode.

After a night of joy, Ron accompanied Kavya to visit Jayalalitha the next day.

To their great surprise, the police did not treat Jayalalithaa harshly, but they did not give her preferential treatment either.

She was imprisoned in an ordinary cell, only two meters square, with nothing in it except a toilet and a faucet.

A fat rat was rummaging around in the corner, oblivious to the surroundings, and cockroaches as big as fingers were crawling not far from Jayalalithaa's feet.

She looked haggard, her eyes glazed over, and it took a while for her eyes to refocus after Kavya came in.

It can be seen that this imprisonment was a great blow to her. Perhaps she never thought that she would have such an ending.

Leaving aside the process of the aunt and niece pouring out their hearts to each other, Ron roughly told her about his plan.

"I know how to deal with the judge, but those officials outside..."

"I'll take care of it. As long as they're not stupid, they'll know what to do."

"Ron, thanks to you." Jayalalithaa said gratefully.

She has fallen into this situation, but there is no one in the party who is capable of turning the tide, and she has not been granted bail to this day.

Ron's arrival made her both happy and touched.

"Auntie, how could they do this to you? I'm going to protest in the newspaper. They should at least find you a clean place." Kavya's eyes turned red.

"It's useless. They have countless excuses to shirk responsibility." Jayalalithaa said calmly, "You have to listen to Ron. He won't be wrong."

"Yes, of course I listen to him. Who else can I rely on besides him?" Kavya wiped her eyes.

"Okay, I'll be in New Delhi soon, I promise." Ron put his arm around her shoulders and comforted her.

This little girl is really good at acting like a spoiled child now. When she squeezes her tears, she looks so weak.

They chatted a few more times and left the cell.

Before leaving, Ron called the prison guard over. He just said a few words lightly, and the other party nodded hurriedly.

The cell was deliberately set up by DMK people to harass Jayalalithaa, and Ron did not insist on changing this arrangement.

However, it is still possible to hire someone to clean the house every day, cook some delicious meals, and provide clean beds.

Even without his instructions, the prison guard said that a newspaper would be delivered to Jayalalithaa every day.

This won't change anything, but it will greatly relieve her stress.

The prison guard was very perceptive and knew Ron's identity, so he was very enthusiastic.

No matter who sits in the Chief Minister's chair, one thing remains unchanged: they will always need money from businessmen.

Jayalalithaa seems to be in trouble, but now she has someone to protect her, so it is not impossible for her to make a comeback in the future.

After leaving the police station, Kavya was still angry.

"They say India is the largest democracy, which is complete nonsense."

"Who said that?"

"Newspaper!" she said angrily.

"You're the one who wrote the newspaper."

"You guy." She was speechless.

"You know the situation in India." Ron shrugged indifferently.

"These are all historical issues. When the British left, they left behind a huge mess. Ambedkar rewrote the country's constitution, but he was unable to change the country's judicial system.

To the British, fighters for India's freedom and independence, people like Tilak, are all terrorists. When there is a discrepancy between our Constitution and the way it is enforced, it's all nonsense."

She was angry at India's corruption, the incompetence of the judiciary, and the fact that her aunt was arrested without any evidence.

Ron was embarrassed to say that your aunt is the biggest corruption boss in Tamil.

People are all like this. They subconsciously talk in the direction of their buttocks, completely forgetting that the things they were angry about before are happening to them again.

Ron didn't think there was anything wrong. This is India. Do you expect to be a white lotus?

With a plan in mind and after giving Kavya a few injections, he packed up and flew to New Delhi.

Tsk, he has hardly had any leisure time in the past two years. Flying around over the Indian subcontinent is his normal routine.

He had planned to visit Gujarat at the end of the year, where there was also a lot of business, but his itinerary kept changing.

New Delhi remains the same, with streets always crowded.

Ox carts, motorcycles, cars, and bicycles all rushed onto the road, quickly blocking it.

The dirty and thin people on both sides of the road were still squatting there, not knowing what they were waiting for.

There was no place for them here, not even on the roof of the bus.

They may have come to Delhi from a filthy land in search of light, but now they still live in darkness.

There seemed to be hundreds of people on both sides of the traffic jam, and the traffic jam seemed to have no effect on them at all.

Did they realize that there was a traffic jam on the road? The people on this road seemed to live in two worlds, inside the black egg and outside the black egg.

Cars are like black eggs, they are airtight and isolate the polluted air and harsh noise outside.

Ron was sitting in a black car, and the person who came to pick him up was his cousin Vijay from his second uncle's family.

He is the Sur family's mobile personnel stationed in New Delhi. He usually has nothing to do but to eat and drink with officials from all walks of life and to inquire about news.

If there is any news or policy changes, Vijay will inform his hometown in Uttar Pradesh in time.

His father, Ron's second brother Aditya, now holds a ministerial position in Uttar Pradesh.

Vijay has been influenced by him since he was a child and his political talent far exceeds that of his peers.

If nothing unexpected happens, Vijay will take over from Aditya and inherit his political legacy.

Putting him in New Delhi now is also a conscious way to train him.

If Vijay can build his own network of personal connections in New Delhi, it will surely be beneficial to him in future elections.

"By the way, Ron, a lot of people have been asking about you recently." He smiled.

"What?"

"You know, those ancient families with a long history. They are very interested in your current situation."

"Status?" Ron was puzzled.

"Marital status." Vijay finally laughed out loud.

Ron rolled his eyes. It seemed like he was the one being targeted.

"But brother, at your age, it's time to talk about marriage."

In India, if a young person is over 25 and not married, it is considered unpatriotic.

Some extremist believers even regard this as blasphemy.

Ron was about to turn 24, and in the eyes of many people, it was time for him to get married.

Family members also think that he should find a suitable wife at his age.

"Forget about arranging a blind date. Wait until I finish what I have on hand."

Blind dates also exist in India, and they are very formal. Both families will attend the event in a grand manner, and both believe that it is a matter of reputation for their families.

Ron really has no interest in blind dates. He already has more women around him than he can handle, so why would he need a blind date?

It’s just that since the Sur family entered the political arena in Uttar Pradesh at the beginning of the year, more and more people have noticed him.

The more they learned about him, the more they were attracted to him. Ron not only had strong connections in Uttar Pradesh, but was also a super-rich man.

This kind of rich son-in-law is definitely a hot commodity. There are countless people who come to Vijay to test the waters.

Ron had no interest in meeting them; marriage was a piece of cake for him.

(End of this chapter)