Chapter 190 Each Takes What He Needs
After coming out of prison, Ron took old Dutt to Thackeray's villa.
Before he left, he called Thackeray, who agreed to the meeting.
Old Dutt did not leave empty-handed, there was a luggage bag in the trunk of the car.
Not a backpack, not a suitcase, but a large canvas bag for long journeys.
In addition to these, old Dutt also made a few phone calls, he was determined to satisfy Thackeray's vanity.
For the sake of his son, he risked his own reputation.
The car drove along the seaside avenue, and the huge movie poster in front caught Ron's attention.
That is Sanjay's new film "Villain" released this year, which has grossed over 20 crore rupees.
If nothing unexpected happens, this will be the highest box office this year.
Sanjay plays a killer hired by the gang. The film's promotional poster reads: "A perfect interpretation of 'Léon: The Professional'."
It's ironic that this "killer" is in jail and they are on their way to get him.
This was the peak moment of his acting career. This guy is so unlucky.
Ron had no psychological burden in saving such a person.
All the MPs in Uttar Pradesh are murderers. Compared with them, Sanjay is nothing.
The car drove into the gate of Sacre Villa. After undergoing security checks, Ron took Old Dutt into the living room.
Thackeray was waiting there. When he saw the big luggage bag in old Dutt's hand, a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Sir, I did something wrong before!" Old Duterte bent down, touched the big feet in front of him, and said while crying.
Thackeray was startled by his action, and then an extreme sense of comfort surged from the bottom of his heart, making him almost groan.
"You shouldn't sympathize with those herdsmen." Thackeray sat still.
"Yes, I was blinded by them before, but now I see clearly." Old Dutt burst into tears.
"Sit down." Thackeray touched his shoulder and completed his blessing.
"I saw Madam the moment I entered the room. She made me understand all this."
Old Dutt stood up and bowed in front of the portrait of Thackeray's late wife in the living room.
Just when Thackeray thought the two were about to get to the point, Dutt's next move left him stunned.
He took the oil lamp from his attendant, lit it, and walked step by step to the portrait.
He whimpered, held the oil lamp in his hand, and moved it in circles clockwise in front of the portrait, muttering to himself.
"What are you doing?" It took Thackeray a long time to react.
"I'm begging for Madam's forgiveness. It was she who brought me to my senses. I'm begging her to protect my son, who has been framed and is now suffering in prison for nothing."
Old Duterte cried bitterly, with a pious expression as if he was talking to God.
Thackeray turned his head, his eyes questioning.
Ron next to him spread his hands, indicating that he wanted to do this himself.
Well, Thackeray felt relieved again.
He was about to speak when the servant came to announce that two producers were visiting.
They were looking for old Dutt, as a film was waiting for his decision.
Thackeray waved his hand and asked the two producers to wait outside.
"Dute, you can come and sit down."
After enjoying the fire sacrifice of old Dutt, Thackeray finally leaned back on the sofa with satisfaction.
"No, sir, I must pay enough respect to my wife." Old Dutt cried and circled again and again in front of the portrait of Thackeray's wife.
There were already seven or eight producers waiting for him outside. They were extremely anxious but did not dare to come in and disturb him.
"Okay, now we can talk about your son." Thackeray felt his sincerity.
"Thank you so much for your help." Old Duterte wiped his eyes and handed the oil lamp to his attendant.
"The verdict made by those guys in the court is really unreasonable. They convicted someone based on nothing more than a disassembled rifle. It's simply outrageous.
There are so many herdsmen gangs in Mumbai, who doesn't have a gun? Why don't they convict those people?
Thackeray and the Bombay court are also at odds. Judge Patel is not only pursuing the bombing case, but he is also holding on to the Shiv Sena's atrocities in late December last year.
This completely infuriated Thackeray, but the Shiv Sena's forces could not enter the court, which was a different system.
"Sir, what you said is that Sanjay was completely framed by Kamal. He has nothing to do with this incident. He was still filming abroad when the explosion happened." Old Dutt hurriedly explained.
"I heard about your competition with Kamal. That guy is really unreliable." Thackeray nodded.
He has no good feelings towards the people of the Congress Party. As for whether he will include the person in front of him, it all depends on his sincerity.
"Only you can save him. That child has never done anything bad. Normally, you wouldn't even dare to step on an ant."
"I'll call the police station and your son will be able to go home tomorrow." Thackeray waved his hand nonchalantly.
He is indeed qualified to say this, and Thackeray is the only one in Mumbai who is above the law.
"Sir." Old Duterte wanted to cry again.
Luckily, Ron gave him a look, saying, "Enough is enough, man."
Next, Ron played the role of a go-between, and Old Dutt told a lot of secrets about the entertainment industry, which made Thackeray laugh.
Thackeray is a typical Mumbaikar: entertainment first, politics second.
If the Indian president comes, he won't go out to greet him, but if Amitabh Bachchan comes, he will definitely make time and look forward to it.
That's why he agreed to help. Dutt is a legendary actor and director in India.
Thackeray was very pleased to have this influential figure in Bollywood grovel before him.
The three chatted and laughed for a while before Ron took Old Dutt away from Thackeray's villa.
"Mr. Sur, Sanjay was saved this time thanks to you." He thanked him sincerely when he got back to the car.
"The person Sanjay should really thank is you as his father." Ron waved his hand and signaled the driver to drive.
"He should have learned his lesson this time." Old Duterte sighed.
He only had this one son and a daughter. But the inheritance of the Dutt family ultimately had to be completed by a man, so old Dutt had to run around for him.
"I don't plan to make movies anymore, but here are a few projects with great potential. I've heard of your Sun Entertainment Company, and if you're interested, you can invest in them."
Old Dutt handed Ron a file containing a carefully selected movie script. With his many years of experience, he knew it wouldn't be difficult to make a profit.
"Mr. Duterte, are you ready?"
"I will focus on public welfare. I don't have the energy to care about Bollywood anymore." He has made up his mind.
Sanjay’s incident this time sounded a wake-up call for him. If you want to gain power in India, you must participate in politics.
So what if he was rich? He had been making movies for so many years, and his family's wealth was enough to provide for several generations.
As a result, he still had to go before his former enemy and bow down to perform the foot-touching ceremony.
This was a great disgrace for him, and only politics could wash it away.
The film project that Old Duterte gave to Ron was his thank you gift.
Although he was planning to retire from the entertainment industry, his status and connections were there. With just one word, Ron could become the financier of these films.
Very good, everyone got what they needed and left a bond of gratitude.
Ron got the information, glanced at it briefly, and put it away with satisfaction.
With all the big directors and big stars, the possibility of this kind of movie becoming a big hit is very high.
It is easy for low-cost movies to make a steady profit, but most of the time the profits are small, and not every time you can be as lucky as "Hymn to the Unapproachable Mother".
If you want to truly become a mainstream force in Bollywood, participating in these big productions is an indispensable step.
Sun Entertainment is moving fast enough, having been established for less than a year.
Being an investor in Bollywood is a completely different experience from being an investor in Hollywood across the ocean.
From its inception to the present, the Indian government has actually always looked down upon the film industry.
It classifies entertainment as a second-class industry, with a priority even lower than that of a small factory.
Under strict government restrictions, producers cannot obtain loans from state banks.
Without money, you can’t make a movie.
The producers had to look for private investors, which was also not an easy task.
With the government taking the lead, businessmen outside the industry are also cautious about investing in movies.
In the end, it was the gang that took on the role of producer.
The gangs have a lot of black money in their hands that they don't pay taxes on and can't deposit in banks.
Investing in movies is a very attractive business. If the movie is a hit, you can not only make a profit, but also launder the money.
Killing two birds with one stone, gangs began to enter Bollywood on a large scale starting in the 1980s.
With this hot money, Bollywood has developed rapidly in recent years.
Movies that gross over 100 million yuan are released one after another, which leads to more people flocking into the entertainment industry.
Nowadays, movies produced by well-known directors are no longer short of funds, and many people are lining up to give money.
Ron was able to get the promise from Old Duterte himself, which was of course equivalent to taking a shortcut.
However, after all, Bollywood has been influenced by gangs for too long and has never been able to get rid of their shadow.
These people are happy to take the money, but there is also a terrifying rule of the game: you can only make money and not lose money.
If you take money from the mafia and your movies flop in a row, losing your life is a common occurrence.
Over time, Bollywood producers have become very respectful to their investors, fearing that they might offend someone they shouldn't.
“You never know who you’re talking to because no one has a sign on their forehead that says who they are,” said a seasoned producer.
In this kind of atmosphere, it is not surprising that Bollywood investors can interfere with the filming of movies.
In short, the right to speak is huge.
Is there such a good thing in Hollywood? It's possible that the investors will be completely screwed.
Ron got what he wanted, and the trip was not in vain.
The tiger has spoken personally, and it may be unlikely that Sanjay Dutt's case will be overturned, but bail should be no problem.
For rich people, what is the difference between being released on bail and being released from jail?
Do you expect the Indian judicial system to hold Sanjay accountable again? Don't be foolish. The Mumbai courts have a backlog of cases that has lasted for more than 20 years.
Many of the parties involved are already dead, and the case files are still gathering dust.
However, what Ron didn't know was that Thackeray did give the order himself, but this time it failed to work.
Aj Lal, the reckless man, refused the order to release the tiger.
He was the only one in Mumbai who dared to ignore Thackeray's orders.
Thackeray was furious.
(End of this chapter)
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