Chapter 169 Complaint
Ron had met Thackeray a few months ago.
He didn't know why the Shiv Sena leader remembered him again, but he had to meet him eventually.
No reason, just because the other party is now the real boss in Mumbai.
His words can even cancel the celebration of a traditional festival.
Although the Shiv Sena is not a political party, its existence is no different from a parallel government.
The services of the Mumbai Municipal Corporation had declined to the point of being dispensable, and the Shiv Sena had replaced it and become the necessary bridge for the people to obtain public welfare.
Each Shiv Sena branch building located throughout Mumbai is manned by a leader.
They sat behind their desks, listening to requests from the people like the princes of the past.
Instead of being perfunctory, they tried their best to coordinate various conflicts and worked until very late.
There are disabled people applying for typist jobs, residents hoping to have electricity in their homes soon, and quarreling couples seeking mediation...
There is also an ambulance parked outside these buildings, and there are hundreds of them distributed throughout the city.
Drivers are on standby to take critically ill patients from the slums to hospitals for a nominal fee.
Honestly, this approach of the Shiv Sena is more reliable than the public sector of the Mumbai government.
They won the support of a considerable number of people and made Thackeray's prestige grow day by day.
Ron suspected that Thackeray's men's worship of him was even more intense than religion.
Indians love to create gods and are often easily trapped in blind worship.
It's not just ordinary people, but also government public departments, parliamentarians, and police.
The increasing number of police cars in front of the villa deep in Karagel Road is proof of this.
The second time Ron visited here, there were more police officers and their level was also higher.
Various vehicles were parked outside the villa gate, including police cars, luxury cars, sports cars, and ambassador cars.
As usual, there is a security check before entering the door, and bodyguards like Anil were directly blocked outside the door.
The weather was too hot, and under a big tree in the yard, there were many bodyguards, drivers and other entourages hiding. They were all big shots who came to visit Thackeray.
No matter you are a member of parliament, a businessman, or no matter how rich and powerful you are, you have to abide by the rules when you come here.
Waving his hand for Anil and the others to do as they were told, Ron walked up the white marble steps alone.
Before I entered the living room, I ran into a figure rushing out.
"Hello, Dr. Soul."
"Mr. Shah? Hello."
Ron was surprised at first, then smiled and shook hands with him.
"Soul Electric is the pride of Mumbai. Thank you for your contribution to this city." Shah smiled warmly and spoke in a friendly tone.
"This is also thanks to the government's support. We benefit from each other and are all doing our part to contribute to the stability of Mumbai."
"That's right," he patted Ron's arm affectionately. "There's a party at the racecourse next Friday. Are you free?"
"Of course, with great pleasure."
"Then we'll talk again then." Shah said hello and turned to leave.
His assistant and driver trotted out from under the tree to the door so he could open it before Shah arrived.
Chandra Shah, the current mayor of Mumbai, is also a member of the Maharashtra Congress Committee.
He is a Shudra, a native of Maharashtra. His rise to mayor of India's largest city was entirely due to the "caste equality" policy implemented by the Congress Party in 1990.
Otherwise, a low caste would never be able to climb to the position they have today.
If these alone were not enough to surprise Ron, Mayor Shah had another identity: a member of the Congress Party.
As we all know, the Shiv Sena and the BJP are close comrades, and the former is almost the latter's spokesperson in Mumbai.
But now a member of the Congress Party came to visit Thackeray's villa.
Tsk, the power of this Shiv Sena boss is growing stronger day by day.
Led by the servant, Ron entered the living room, where a young woman was waiting.
"Dr. Soule." She came over to greet him, coming very close.
"Hello, Ms. Thackeray."
This young woman was Thackeray's daughter-in-law, whom Ron had met once.
She is a charming woman, and whenever she looks at you, she seems to be winking at you.
Ron moved away unnoticed. He always felt that the other party was too close and too enthusiastic.
The rumors between the father-in-law and daughter-in-law have almost become an open secret.
He had no interest in getting involved with this young woman. Apart from Thackeray's power, Ron himself had plenty of girls to hang out with.
Aren't Urmila and Manisha attractive? Their looks are countless times better than this promiscuous woman.
"Is Mr. Thackeray free now?" Ron got straight to the point, to prevent her from rambling on.
"My father-in-law is in the study. He said that there is no need to wait when Dr. Soul comes. We can go in directly."
"Thank you." Ron followed her into the study.
It was the same reception room as last time, and the thin Thackeray was sitting behind the desk.
There were two eye-catching nameplates on the table, one smaller white and the other larger gold.
Written in Marathi, they roughly translate to, "Called to fight, and victorious if you fight, you'll win my heart!" and "If you dare not obey my orders, you'll never see me again."
This is a true military style that is worthy of the reputation of the Shiv Sena.
There were two people standing in front of Thackeray's desk, one of whom was Senator Kaplan, whom Ron had met before.
Another middle-aged man with brown skin, who looked familiar.
Seeing Ron come in, he clenched his teeth and made a creaking sound.
The resentful look in his eyes seemed as if he wanted to eat the person in front of him alive.
Ron was puzzled. How much hatred did this guy have for him? Was it necessary to do this?
etc…
"Dr. Soule, I heard there was some unpleasantness between you?" asked Thackeray.
"Who?" Ron looked at the two people beside him. "Except for Councillor Kapur, this seems to be the first time I've met this gentleman."
"Su Er, what a great thing you did!" The middle-aged man finally exploded, "You destroyed my factory!"
"What are you talking about!" Ron frowned. "As soon as I walked in, you asked me to be responsible for your factory. Why do I look like a sucker? I don't even know your name!"
"Who else but you? Everyone in Mumbai knows we're rivals!"
"Soul Electric has no rivals. You think too highly of yourself."
"you…"
"Quiet!" Thackeray interrupted angrily. "Do you think this is a market? Why are you making so much noise?"
The people in the room were silent. Ron thought to himself that they had come to seek justice from Thackeray.
Thackeray's daughter-in-law came over with a cup of milk tea and fed him a sip herself before Thackeray spoke again.
"What's going on, Dr. Soule? Did you have anyone destroy his factory?" he asked.
"Of course not! I don't even know this gentleman's name. This is the first time we meet." Ron denied it flatly.
"Bania, what do you mean, is this the first time you're meeting each other?" asked Thackeray.
"Yes, but there is no one else involved in this matter except him!" Bania insisted.
"Where's the evidence? I can't just accept whatever you say." Ron spread his hands.
“The workers in my factory can testify that they were heard shouting your slogans.”
"My workers can even prove it wasn't me," Ron laughed. "It's really incomprehensible."
Thackeray glanced at them and said seriously, "We must have evidence for our actions and words. Otherwise, what's the difference between us and those idiots in the court?"
"I agree!" Ron nodded. "The police have to follow the rules. I still don't even know what happened in Mr. Bania's factory."
"It was smashed by a group of thugs!" Bania stared at him angrily.
"And then? You suspected me? There must be a reason."
"I just said, we are competitors, and my factory is just about to launch" Bania stopped.
Ron looked at him with a half-smile, "Are you talking about the water-cooling unit that imitates Soul Electric? Honestly, I didn't take it too seriously."
Hearing Ron say this, Thackeray suddenly remembered the recent reports in the newspapers.
"You are such a loser for plagiarizing other people's work! You have brought shame upon the Indian nation!"
"I" Baniya stammered and couldn't speak.
"Stand up straight! What's wrong with you? Have you become stupid?" Thackeray scolded.
Baniya lowered his eyes, not daring to look at him.
This tiger is so powerful that he can make Baniya have no place to stand in Mumbai with just one word.
The laws of Mumbai are of no use to Thackeray. The police in the entire state of Maharashtra follow his orders. He is like the emperor of Maharashtra.
"Dr. Soule, you really have nothing to do with this matter?" he asked.
"Lord Shiva has guaranteed that my workers have not left the factory, and I have not instructed anyone to destroy Mr. Baniya's factory."
"Okay, I believe you. Dr. Sur is a good man." Thackeray nodded.
Baniya on the side was anxious, "Those people were clearly shouting the slogan of the Sun God, no, it was Sur's name!"
"Bad guys pray to Lord Shiva before doing evil things. Does that mean Lord Shiva is also responsible for it?" Ron immediately retorted.
"That's the truth," Thackeray pointed to the newspaper on the table. "So many people regard Dr. Soul as a saint. Does that mean that if they do something bad, Dr. Soul will be held responsible?"
"But" Bania wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Thackeray.
"Dr. Soul is a hero of Bombay. He wouldn't do such a thing. What you're saying is just a sign of your guilty conscience. You don't even have a single shred of solid evidence."
Baniya trembled twice, still unwilling to give in.
"Do you have anything else to say? Do you want me to do things according to your ideas?" Sacre glared.
"Of course not, Mr. Thackeray! It's just my factory. It's the work of my life!"
Bania was in tears. He had suffered so much from being a poor boy in the countryside to where he is today.
As a result, an unexpected disaster destroyed most of his wealth. How could he be willing to accept this?
In order to promote his own water air conditioner brand, Bania spent a lot of money, with bribes and advertising fees alone amounting to millions of rupees.
Now
"Forget it. For Mr. Thackeray's sake, I have a proposal that everyone can accept." Ron's acting skills burst out, and he pretended to be sympathetic.
Thackeray and Bania both raised their heads and looked at him in surprise.
(End of this chapter)
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