Chapter 159 Magical Brain Circuits
Although Nilav is just a small village official, he can get a lot of benefits.
Take reselling grain for example, you can easily make 100,000 rupees.
In order to get the free benefits provided by the government, the villagers had to bribe him.
He was a big landlord himself, and he earned even more by growing some cash crops like hemp.
It can be said that landlord Brahmins like Nirav live a more luxurious life than many small bosses in Mumbai.
They never thought of moving to Delhi or Mumbai as their roots were in the village.
Nirav took Ron to visit his village office, which was one of the few brick buildings in the village.
There were some plastic chairs and a fan in the reception area, and milk tea was constantly leaking from the base of the tea bucket used to entertain guests.
There is a light yellow notice board on the wall outside the office, which lists all the public construction projects in the village, including the costs of road repairs, maternity and infant clinics, new wells, and the construction of recreation centers.
Nirav told Ron that the numbers above were just filled in randomly.
The villagers can't read at all, they do this to show it to the people above them.
The actual project funds were all pocketed by the Suer family.
Yes, his uncle's family was an official in several other villages. Some projects required cooperation between two villages, such as roads and clinics.
These government grants were divided among the brothers. Public infrastructure? Anyone who believes this is a fool.
This is the case throughout Uttar Pradesh, it's not just the Sur family who does this.
The uncle and nephew had just talked for a while when another woman came over and cried.
She was a widow in the village, her husband had just died, and in order to obtain subsidies from the Indian government for the elderly, the weak, the sick and the disabled, she tried every possible way to bribe the village committee officials.
How to bribe? With your body, of course.
As a result, those guys refused to admit their mistake after pulling up their pants. The widow had no choice but to ask the Brahmin master for help.
Nirav called those people over and gave them a good scolding, then asked them to promise in front of the widow that they would complete the procedures tomorrow.
He is a corrupt official with integrity, and it is only natural for him to take money to do things.
Well, speaking of collecting money, Nirav still owes the villagers a lot of food.
But it doesn't matter. He plans to give some of the coarse grains for his cows to the villagers.
They are all food and won't kill people. You can't say he went back on his word.
The other landlords and Brahmins were not as kind-hearted as him. They just took the money without any compensation and didn't care about the lives of the villagers.
Compared to this, the reputation of the Sul family is still not bad!
After hastily dealing with two disputes in the village, Nirav drove Ron and the others to the city.
His family owns a Tata car, which looks barely drivable.
Including Anil, Ron had three bodyguards, all crammed into the back seat.
Nirav was amused by this and told Ron that there was no need to do this.
No one in the entire city of Varanasi would dare to cause trouble for the Sur family, so they are very safe.
"Have you seen what Ratan has in his hand?" He made a "gun" gesture with his hand.
"I've seen him. The day he picked me up, he pointed his submachine gun towards the sky." Ron couldn't help laughing.
"That thing works well," Nirav said, but he didn't laugh. "Last month, Ratan used it to kill two men."
"What?" Ron's smile froze.
"Those two men dared to whistle obscenely at your cousin. They were teasing Eve. Ratan took his men and fired a volley of bullets at them in front of the whole street. He was right to do that."
In India, teasing Eve refers to harassment of women, which can be divided into two types of behavior: verbal and physical.
Ron's cousin was a Brahmin, and being whistled at in the market was a great humiliation.
After she went home crying and told the news, Ratan came to her house with guns and men without saying a word.
The two thugs hadn't even left the market yet. They didn't even have a chance to beg for mercy before Ratan shot them in public.
Not only that, their father, who was working in the fields, was also shot in the head.
Their sisters-in-law, older sisters, and younger sisters were all raped to death.
Afterwards, Ratan stayed in the police station for a symbolic three minutes before being released on bail by his uncle Prash.
A month later, he was still alive and well and had not been involved in any lawsuits.
This kind of thing happens everywhere in Uttar Pradesh. Have you seen it in the news?
"You have to teach those untouchables a lesson. Now no one dares to look at the women of the Suer family casually."
Nirav admired Ratan's methods, saying that this was how a Brahmin master should be.
He talked non-stop all the way. When he arrived at his second uncle Adia's house, he was told that a superior officer would be inspecting today, so he hurried out.
So Nirav turned the car around and headed straight for a reservoir.
"Do you know where Uncle Adia is?" Ron asked.
"Of course it's at the reservoir. There's a group of foreigners who have been wanting to come for a long time."
"Foreigner?"
"Yes, it's said to be an international development fund. They allocated funds to the city of Varanasi to build four dams to solve the farmers' irrigation problems."
“Uncle Aditya is in charge of this project?”
“He’s one of the key guys, so he has to be there.”
Nirav was obviously well aware of the matter and he drove his car directly to the vicinity of the dam without caring at all that there were officials inspecting there.
When Ron and the others got off the car, they saw Second Uncle Adia accompanied by a group of foreigners, pointing at the unfinished dam in the distance.
He saw the two of them, just gave them a wink, and then concentrated on dealing with the task at hand.
“Your uncle Aditya is going to perform a magic trick.” Nirav suddenly became expectant.
"What?" Ron was confused.
"Just watch, it's coming soon."
In the distance, Aditya and the group of foreigners got on the bus. They left, but not completely.
Because the car just circled the sugarcane field and came from the other direction.
Aditya got out of the car and took the foreigners to point at the same dam.
He was full of passion, as if he was facing some incredible masterpiece, but the expressions of those foreigners were extremely strange.
A few minutes later, they drove off again, circled another cornfield, and then changed direction to drive to the dam.
This confusing behavior was repeated about three times, and Ron was completely confused.
The group of foreigners finally burst into laughter, the kind of laughter that was so absurd that it left people speechless.
Nirav also laughed, and he laughed with great joy.
“Aditya promised them four dams, but only one was built.”
"One?" Ron slowly came to his senses.
"Yes, there's only one. To get the job done, Aditya had to take them to the dam via three different routes, hoping the foreigners would get lost and not recognize it was the same dam."
this.
This is fucking hilarious.
Ron couldn't hold it in anymore.
No wonder those foreigners had such ridiculous expressions on their faces.
They couldn't even feel angry, they were just speechless and laughing.
They felt that their intelligence was being trampled upon by the Indians, which was a horrible sight.
Finally, a foreigner who was in the lead said a few words in a serious manner, and then left angrily with his group.
Aditya looked gloomy and unhappy.
"It's all your fault, Nirav and Ron."
"Huh?" Ron was confused. Why did he have to take the blame?
"If you hadn't been standing here, those foreigners wouldn't have recognized that this was the same dam."
Holy shit! My second uncle has a very unique way of thinking.
Ron didn't even know how to refute it; he was speechless.
Then, just like Bernie Love III, Ron started laughing and couldn't stop laughing.
"Okay, we should go back." Adiya waved and walked back leisurely.
"Is it okay? What happened today?" Ron asked curiously.
"There's nothing to worry about," Aditya said fearlessly, "At most I'll get scolded."
India has many strange laws. In addition to the "Rental Act" that allows inheritance of rental housing and the "Labor Act" that prohibits the dismissal of employees, there is also a law targeting civil servants and officials.
The content comes from Article 311 of the Indian Constitution, which roughly means that if you want to dismiss or demote a civil servant, you need to go through a series of complicated procedures.
No other agency except the Executive Branch has the right to interfere with the appointment of officials.
The people in the Administrative Bureau are all officials. Will they investigate themselves?
It goes without saying that not only is firing possible, but even demotion is out of the question.
So even if Indian officials make mistakes, they are fearless because they know they will not be punished.
This is a real iron rice bowl, so iron that it cannot be any ironer, so iron that it is protected by the Constitution.
The ultimate dream of most Indians is to become a civil servant. Passing the civil service exam in India is truly hellishly difficult.
There is no need to talk about the treatment of civil servants. Ron's cousin Ratan is a vivid example.
For ordinary families, especially those from lower castes, passing the civil service exam is like truly soaring to the top and becoming a phoenix.
Of course, for a Brahmin of this era, becoming a civil servant was too easy.
Aditya is both an official and a municipal commissioner, holding multiple positions.
Incidentally, more than half of the state legislators in Uttar Pradesh have committed murder.
Murder, hiring a killer, and rape are all serious crimes. Those who only commit corruption are actually rare good people.
The entire Uttar Pradesh is ruled by a group of criminals. You can imagine the situation here, and the story is still long.
On the way back, Aditya took the initiative to talk to Ron and the others about the dam.
The fund allocated 6 million rupees to build the dam, but Indian officials are corrupt.
Aditya and his friends only kept a little over 1 million to build a dam for decoration, and divided the rest.
It's that simple, not even surprising.
"By the way, Ron, I heard you are going to buy a piece of land in Varanasi?" asked Aditya.
“I have set up a factory in Mumbai and now I want to set up a branch factory in Uttar Pradesh.”
"Soul Electric! Have you seen the advertisement on All India Television?" Nirav boasted while driving.
"Of course I did. Drive your car carefully," Aditya scolded. He was the second child and Nirav's elder brother.
His family lives in the city and he had bought a TV a long time ago. He had seen the advertisement of Sur Electric Appliances more than once.
But who knew it was Ron's company, who never informed them.
"But this name is great, very great!" Aditya shares the same aesthetic taste as everyone else.
"I want to exchange the land in the village for one in the city," Ron said.
"No need to go through so much trouble, at least not now." Aditya said confidently, "Let's go meet some key people."
He suddenly had a great idea that could offset the negative effects of the dam.
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(End of this chapter)
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