Chapter 191 Exile
"Man, I didn't expect you to be so brave." Ron looked helpless.
"You should have known me a long time ago." Aijie packed his things with an expressionless face.
"But you can't say it so directly. It's just asking for trouble."
"Ron, this is my creed, since the first day I joined the police force."
Thackeray's call went directly to the Mumbai Inspector General of Police, and no one dared to disobey his orders.
Less than half an hour after Ron and Old Dutt left his villa, Ajay received a call from his superiors.
The officer made it clear to him that if he gave a slight tilt when submitting Sanjay Dutt's interrogation report, he could easily get fifty lacs.
He said, "Don't touch this man. He has a strong backing. Mr. Thackeray has personally inquired about it, and someone is willing to bail him out for 50 lacs. I'm not asking you to do anything illegal, but I'm asking you to be careful with your wording when writing the report."
Ajie's response was typical of his style. He said, "Sir, I was trained under you. If you weren't my superior today, you would be the one I would target."
He refused to release the person and refused to tamper with the interrogation materials, and at the same time offended two big bosses.
One was his superior, the other was Bal Thackeray. The result can be imagined.
Aij has been transferred and is no longer in charge of the bombing case, even though it is nearing completion.
India's civil service system protected him; even Thackeray had no power to remove an inspector but could only transfer him.
Ajay will return to his original jurisdiction of Bandra and will vacate the office here in South Mumbai.
"I know you called Thackeray and pleaded for me. Thanks, brother." Aij put away the personal belongings on the desk one by one.
"I can't just sit there and watch you get transferred away from Mumbai. Who knows when you'll be back next time." Ron shrugged.
Thackeray's initial order was to transfer Aaj away from Bombay Island and completely drive him to the countryside of Maharashtra.
After Ron learned the news, he had no choice but to call Thackeray again to plead for mercy.
Ajie is his friend, so after all, he is also responsible for the bullying he suffered this time.
Of course, Ron had other considerations. A young inspector like Ajay would definitely be an important figure in the Mumbai police force in the future.
The investment has just begun, how can we just watch him being marginalized?
"Come to think of it, I've never seen a policeman like you who doesn't take advantage of others." Ron leaned against the door and looked at him.
"The moment you take the money, it influences your subsequent decisions."
"Have you never thought about yourself? Even if there is a very legitimate reason."
"What do you mean? Falsified invoices? Man," Ajay said, picking up the bill on the table and shaking it. "I'm probably the only government official in India who pays my own phone bill. Six hundred rupees a month!"
"It's easy to lose friends like that," Ron joked.
"You're right," Aijie glanced at the office outside, "Everyone in the police force either hates me or is afraid of me."
If he doesn't take it, how can others take it?
"Isn't there anyone who can try to bribe you? Many Mumbai gangs were involved in the bombing." Ron asked curiously.
"You know, when I first became inspector, for ten days people lined up in front of my office with baskets of expensive fruit and preserves.
It wasn't money, just fruit and champagne. Everyone else in the force, including my superiors, accepted the gifts.
They were worried that my naiveté would make them look bad, so they earnestly advised me: "You have to be more realistic in life."
"Did you finally take it?" Ron asked.
Aijie smiled but said nothing.
He was born in Mumbai into a wealthy family and belonged to the true elite.
However, when he first joined the police force in 1981, he was posted in a police station in another district. His salary was 750 rupees and he lived in a police dormitory.
The rooms there were bare, with nothing on the walls. He loved to eat meat, but he had no money to buy it, so he had to go hunting with his gun.
Ajay stayed in that godforsaken place for two years before being transferred back to Mumbai. He managed to get through it without using any family connections.
Those new players on his team had already returned to big cities like New Delhi, and he was the only one who foolishly went through the internal transfer application process.
Do you expect such a person to bow down to a few bottles of expensive champagne?
"My future jurisdiction will still be in Bandra, and several of my men will be transferred there as well." Aij suddenly remembered something.
"So?" Ron asked.
“You know, housing is very tight in Mumbai.”
"Huh?" Ron still didn't understand.
"I'd like you to help arrange them in your area."
"Wow, you mean..." Ron's eyes widened.
"Yes, they have nowhere to live. Maybe your slums can provide them with space?" Ajie seemed a little embarrassed.
"Of course, no problem at all! I will help them solve the water and electricity problems." Ron agreed without hesitation.
The selfless Aggie rarely asked for help, so how could Ron refuse?
He was just a little curious. Aijie's current position was not low. Could it be that he couldn't arrange for a few people?
Ajay told Ron that Mumbai has about four police officers for every 1,000 people. Based on Mumbai's current population, there are about 60,000 police officers in the city.
The salary of an ordinary police officer is 2,000 rupees, which is not as high as that of a worker at the Sur Electrical Factory.
They can't afford to buy houses and can only live in police quarters. But Mumbai's police quarters can only accommodate 60% of the police force, and the other 40% have to live in slums.
Not everyone is even eligible to wait for government housing allocation. You need to have a resume of more than ten years to get in line.
Low-level police officers usually don’t get much benefits. They have to support their families, and a salary of 2,000 rupees means they can only live in slums.
And there is a local tyrant in every slum, most of whom are involved in illegal businesses.
So the question is, how do the police who uphold justice deal with the local tyrants who are outlaws?
The police officer had no choice but to go to the local boss of the slum and tell him, "Others pay you 10,000 rupees in annual rent, and I will pay you 5,000 in installments."
Can you expect a police officer like this to stand upright against the local tyrants?
It's very difficult!
Ajie also has his own capable subordinates, most of whom are as incorruptible as he is.
With a boss like this, there won’t be enough space for them in the police dormitory for ten years.
After much thought, Aijers decided that only Ron could help him.
It just so happened that Suhr Electric was within his jurisdiction, so it was very suitable for his men to live there.
Ron plans to place Aggie's men in legal slums, where the environment is much cleaner than in illegal areas.
There are tens of thousands of people living in a slum, so there might be some daring and reckless people. A few policemen might be able to scare them off.
After coming out of Aggie's office, Ron went straight back to Sur Electric.
He was running around a lot these past few months, from June to October, busy with other things.
It was the rainy season at that time, sales of water air conditioners were sluggish, and the factory's power supply was also bumpy.
He returned to Mumbai and looked at the financial reports of the past few months, which he could only describe as so-so.
In July, August and September, both production capacity and sales were affected, with shipments only about 60% of the pre-rainy season level.
The total profit for the three months was almost 30 million rupees, and the sales volume of electric fans basically maintained the previous level, 20,000 to 30,000 units per month.
Since its establishment, Sur Electric has generated a total revenue of approximately Rs 80 million, excluding labour and operating costs.
Honestly, this achievement is quite remarkable.
After converting into US dollars, Ron is already a real millionaire.
In less than a year, the changes have been earth-shaking.
Just at the beginning of the year, he was still racking his brains for the travel agency's business and running around to meet all kinds of strange requests from tourists.
Now, the tourism business is almost in a semi-abandoned state, relying entirely on travel agencies for support.
The March bombings were so devastating that his travel company was devastated, but he seized the opportunity.
The support from "Doctor Sur" made Sur Electric Appliances, which had just started, take off immediately.
In more than half a year, he saved up 80 million rupees from nothing.
Of course, some of this money was spent.
For example, the semi-automatic transformation of the production lines. As of the end of October, all five production lines that have been built have completed the major upgrade.
Suer Electric's daily production of water air conditioners has increased from more than 2,000 units to nearly 5,000 units, which is a huge improvement.
The two electric fan production lines at the Jinbul factory were also renovated, with equally significant improvements.
All of this costs money, and Ron invested 20 million rupees in it.
A new water air conditioner and electric fan production line is also under construction with a budget of around Rs 1 crore.
There were also bribes given to various officials, which added up to several million.
Ron has about 40 million yuan in his account that he can actually use.
He has great use for it, and now is not the time to squander it.
Back in the office, Ron asks Laju to find Ashish.
"Boss, you called me?" He nodded and bowed happily.
"How's the thing I asked you to do last time going?" Ron was closing his eyes and enjoying Lazhu's massage.
"The slum land?" Ashish reacted. "I measured it. It's 200 acres!"
One acre is more than 4,000 square meters, which is equivalent to more than six acres of land in China.
200 acres is more than 1,200 acres of land, which is very large and enough for Ron to build a comprehensive industrial park.
"I'm going to buy all the wasteland in the north."
“All of it?” Ashish gasped.
"All of them!" Ron nodded.
Hiss! Ashish shuddered.
"Boss, this might cost a lot of money."
"I know, but this is a rare opportunity. Land prices in Mumbai are at their lowest point in recent years."
Ron thought about it for a long time and decided that this deal would be a sure win in the long run.
Mumbai's population will continue to grow in the future, and the city will become increasingly crowded. It is almost certain that land prices will rise.
The shadow of the explosion has not completely dissipated. If we don’t catch him now, we may not have such an opportunity in the future.
"Boss, what do you need me to do?" Ashish quickly got into the role.
"You go and mobilize the people in the slums." Ron was very satisfied with his attitude.
Ashish felt a headache, but nodded vigorously and agreed.
These people have finally found a home, and it is very difficult to ask them to move away now.
But since he is half the boss of the slum, he is the only one who can take the lead in this matter.
Ron wanted to say a few more words, but then a phone call came in.
"Ron, remember I said I needed your help?" It was Hela's voice.
(End of this chapter)
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