Chapter 158 Characteristics of Uttar Pradesh
"Is this curry chicken?" Mira looked at the food on the plate with some hesitation.
"Only when you are full can you have the energy to film." As a Brahmin, Ron took the lead and took a bite of the fragrant roast chicken.
Asking him to be a vegetarian is harder than asking him not to eat grass in his own yard.
Ron was just pretending to eat in front of others, and no one knew how much steak he ate in private.
Seeing him eating with hearty appetite, Urmila felt eager to try something else.
She was surprised that Ron had thrown aside his vegetarian precepts, but at the same time she was secretly drooling over the delicious food in front of her.
Urmila has very fair skin, big, shining eyes that seem to be able to speak, and slightly plump lips, which is very beautiful.
"Here, try it." Ron picked up a piece of chicken and put it to her mouth.
"Ron." Urmila looked around subconsciously. This was a high-end restaurant and very private.
Mary and the others were sent away by Ron, who also informed director Shiv not to delay Urmila's scenes that night.
Now it was just the two of them, and they wouldn't run into anyone they knew in Varanasi.
Facing Ron's gentle gaze, Urmila opened her lips slightly and gently bit the chicken.
"How about it?"
"It was delicious."
Urmila felt sweet in her heart. It was the first time she was treated like this.
After all, India is a society where men are superior to women. Even women of high castes have little status in the family.
Ron is a Brahmin. He has built his own business at a young age and is well-known in Mumbai.
Such a man would attract countless actresses in Bollywood, not to mention that he has a handsome face.
Urmila was only nineteen years old and it was difficult for her to resist such an attack.
She knew it was rash to sneak out at night to date Ron, and she also knew that the crew would definitely whisper behind her back.
But her joyful mood made her ignore all her concerns. When she was obsessed with love, it was difficult for others to persuade her.
"By the way, Ron," Urmila hesitated to speak.
"What's wrong?" Ron asked her softly.
"I heard from the director that the movie will have restricted scenes."
Ron couldn't help laughing. "You know what restricted scenes are in Bollywood."
Adult film? You're overthinking it.
Even in films rated restricted by the Film Censorship Board, there are no scenes of nude women.
If anyone dares to do something so taboo as to offend the world, being boycotted is the least that can happen. The director and actor may even be beaten to death by angry people.
This is a religious taboo. Both Hinduism and old pastors are extremely opposed to women exposing themselves.
They would literally riot over a single cinematic shot, no joke.
Therefore, the so-called restricted shots are nothing more than the actress wearing a sari and her body getting wet.
That's all. Compared with adult films from island countries, it is pure and innocent.
What's puzzling is that even this kind of shot often causes male audiences in the cinema to breathe rapidly.
The third brother is like this, everything can be associated with glue.
"Besides, your character doesn't have this kind of scene. It's another incarnation of Durga."
After listening to Ron's explanation, Urmila finally felt relieved.
She took on this role because of Mary and the others.
Fortunately, nothing happened to embarrass her.
"Speaking of movies, I'll tell you about the play later," Ron said seriously.
"You know how to act?" Urmila was a little surprised.
"I've spoken to other actors in Bollywood and this kind of thing can only be taught through words and actions."
Well, he and Manisha had many in-depth conversations.
After practicing the technique, it was time to practice it on Urmila.
Ron arrived at the set very late the next day. He and Urmila were exhausted after reading the luminous script all night.
When we got here, we saw Lanka busy in the kitchen of the B&B with a broom and mop.
The way he gritted his teeth looked as if he had a deep hatred for the kitchen floor.
"What happened?" Ron asked producer Agarwal.
"The crew's lunch meal was cheese curry and vegetarian dumplings."
"Then what?"
"He took a bite of the vegetarian dumpling and found half a cockroach nestled inside."
"Ouch!" Ron had a slight toothache.
"And then there were worms in the cheese curry."
"Hiss~" Ron gritted his teeth.
Lanka comes from a well-off family and pays more attention to the details of life than most people in the crew.
But he has a bad habit of repeatedly fiddling with the food and putting it into his mouth while eating.
Because of this, he was ridiculed many times by producer Agarwal on the set.
Lanka learned his lesson. He had just gotten rid of his bad habits in the past two days, and then he encountered this kind of thing.
So when he stormed into the kitchen to start a hygiene campaign, the producer rarely made fun of him.
Lanka stopped panting only after the kitchen floor was scrubbed until it was shiny.
Ron guessed that from today onwards, in addition to being a production manager, he would also have to take on another responsibility on the set: cleaning.
Urmila, who was hiding on the side watching the fun, shuddered with disgust.
Fortunately, she and Ron had lunch at the hotel today, otherwise who knows what would have happened.
Faced with Urmila's soft and pleading eyes, Ron immediately went to find the B&B owner.
The rural drama of "A Tribute to the Inaccessible Mother" was filmed here. Considering that the other party waived the venue fee, Ron simply handed over the crew's meals to this B&B.
It was at least to take care of the business, but finding cockroaches in the food was really unacceptable.
The ancestral skills of the third brothers are clean and hygienic, but you don’t want to try it on yourself.
Lanka followed Ron with all his might, ready to strike back if the B&B owner didn't agree.
He was fed up with potatoes and the dead insects that ended up in his food.
Finally, the B&B owner promised to check the ingredients carefully in the future and waived their food expenses for today.
To be honest, Ron was skeptical about his promise, as it was too easy to agree to it.
Moreover, the general public in India is also very tolerant of hygiene requirements. Looking at the entire crew, only Lanka cares the most about this matter.
No one else, including the director and producer, took the cockroaches seriously.
Oh, Urmila also cares, but she is a girl, so she can understand.
"Did you manage to coax Urmila last night?" Mary came up to him at some point.
"Don't talk nonsense, I just took her there to practice her skills." Ron defended seriously.
Mary gave him a look of disdain. "Everyone in the crew knows what's going on. We're not blind."
"Is it that obvious?" Ron shrugged indifferently.
So what if he knows? As an investor, sleeping with female celebrities is normal.
Besides, he and Urmila were in love with each other, and there was no insider trading.
"It's Lena and I's turn tonight, and you're not allowed to be lazy." Mary warned him.
"Okay, okay," Ron waved his hand. "Get ready for the die-hards."
He is always busy wherever he goes, and the people around him all say that the things they use are good.
He was chatting and laughing with Mary and the others, which made Urmila, who was secretly watching them from a distance, feel a little jealous.
Ron Baba is so popular with women.
According to her own observation, the second and third female leads in the crew all secretly have a crush on him.
Fortunately, Ron didn't like dark-skinned Indian girls, which made Urmila feel less stressed.
To be honest, Mary and Lena never minded Ron looking for other women.
What’s more, they helped to make plans and provide cover when attacking Urmila.
As a woman from the civilized Western world, this is unbelievable.
Ron was too lazy to think about it. In a place like India, it was not surprising that so many incredible things happened. His threshold had already been raised.
He ignored the crew's trivial matters. After letting Mary comfort him for a few words, Ron hurried away again.
He hasn't had a good talk with the uncles of the Suer family yet.
He has been back for several days. If he wasn't busy with the crew, he would have sat down with them to discuss how to buy the land.
Ron first went to his third uncle's house, who lived in the next village. He was both a landlord and an official there.
In rural India, high castes often hold multiple roles: they are masters, landlords, village leaders, and grassroots officials.
Brahmins hold almost all civil service positions in the public sector, which is particularly evident in backward rural areas.
But the situation is changing. In the early 1990s, Singh of the Congress government decided to reserve 27% of government jobs for low caste groups.
That is, take away one-third of the civil service quotas held by the upper castes and allocate them specifically to the Shudras and Dalits.
This decision was met with fierce and stubborn resistance, and riots broke out in various states.
The daily riots on the streets of New Delhi, with upper-caste students protesting, were broadcast across the country on television.
Because of the Congress Party's move, the original high-caste groups within the party have turned to the BJP.
The trend of division was inevitable and Singh's coalition government began to collapse.
Editorials in newspapers also implicitly attributed last year's Indo-Muslim conflict to Singh's policy.
In big cities like New Delhi and Mumbai, more and more low-caste people have begun to enter the public sector, but it is difficult for them to penetrate the rural areas.
Because the caste system is still deeply rooted here, any breakthrough can only be made through force by the state government.
Obviously, Uttar Pradesh will not be so crazy. Ron's Sanbernilav is still the head of the two villages under his jurisdiction.
When he arrived at the other party's office, Nirav was scolding his two subordinates.
Ron listened for a while before he realized what had happened. The two men had lost the village's food ration book and the public property registration book.
This is a welfare measure of the Indian government, which allocates a batch of free food specifically for the poor.
The poor people in the village can get such a registration book with proof of their origin and then go to the village committee to receive free food rations.
There are also public properties allocated by the city hall, such as tractors, buffaloes, fertilizers, seeds, etc.
They were all registered, but now they can't be found and there is no evidence.
"You can't even keep the two pieces of paper safe, you idiots! What's going on?" Nirav cursed.
"They were eaten by the village sheep." The two hesitated.
Ron almost laughed out loud. Could an excuse like "The dog ate my summer homework" be used here?
Nirav obviously didn't believe it either, as he knew too well the moral character of his men.
Those public properties must have been taken to the black market and sold secretly by them.
Because they were worried about being investigated by the police, the two had to come up with this lame excuse.
Nirav did not punish them, but just scolded them a few times and let them go.
"There are only 100 to 200 kilograms of public grain in the granary, and they can't sell it for much money."
"What?" Ron was stunned.
"The other ten tons all flowed out of my hands. I always have to give my subordinates some benefits." Nirav explained.
Ten tons? Outflow?
It turns out that the one who actually resold public property is you, Third Uncle!
"It's just that some of the problems with the villagers are hard to explain. I collected 400 rupees from each of them, but now I can't provide them with food." Nirav was a little distressed.
Ron was numb, he had discovered it.
Everyone in their Suer family is a villain.
(End of this chapter)
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