Chapter 225 Decision
Kama Compound, which is the office buildings in the northeast corner of Sul Electric Appliances, has been very restless recently.
First, the owner suddenly changed, and the previous annoying landlord put up a notice on the door.
The tenants in the building took a quick look and no longer cared. As long as the rent remained the same, they didn't care who the landlord was.
Some people even felt gloating, wondering which sucker dared to take over the house here.
If he dreams of raising the rent, then we don’t mind teaching him a lesson. The Rental Law is their amulet.
Strangely, the new landlord did not mention the rent increase when he arrived, but he posted another notice at the entrance of the building.
There is a lot of content, dozens of items in total, all of which are various requirements for tenants.
What's the latest time you must enter, how many guests you can bring in, where should billboards and air conditioner units be placed, and how loud your voices should be.
The tenants who were watching were immediately furious. They were so angry that they wanted to find the landlord to argue.
Coincidentally, Amor was standing behind them with a group of people.
"Who are you?" the tenant who found himself surrounded shouted.
"We are the property manager here, and Kama Compound will be under my management from now on." Amor smiled.
"Property management?" The tenant was confused.
"Did you see the notice on the wall? This is the property management's job. We are entrusted by the landlord to maintain the living environment of the building."
Well, properties in other places provide services to residents.
When he arrived in India, Ron decided to rebel against Tian Gang, because the property management and the landlord were in cahoots.
Anyway, there is no concept of property in India now, so the right of interpretation belongs to him.
Amor is now the property manager of Kama Compound. There are fifty or sixty of them in total, all wearing khaki uniforms, which looks very intimidating.
"You don't have the right to do this?" someone from a law firm immediately objected.
"Really? Then go ahead and sue me," Amor said nonchalantly. "Does the Rental Law say landlords can't make such a rule?"
The lawyer was speechless. Of course, the law would not include such trivial matters.
"Listen carefully! The rules will be enforced today. Anyone who disobeys will be punished with a stick."
As soon as Amor finished speaking, the dozens of uniformed men beside him all raised the iron and bamboo sticks in their hands.
Boom! The dull crash startled the tenants and they subconsciously took a step back.
This is India, six sticks per second is no joke.
The tenants were in disarray and did not dare to confront Amor in person, so they decided to go back and discuss a strategy slowly.
Looking at the backs of these people leaving, Amor smiled contemptuously and asked, "Do you really think no one can deal with you?"
The Rental Law regulates rent, not housing management.
Of course, not all of the demands put forward by Amor are reasonable.
But this kind of thing is the most difficult to argue about, and even the police won’t file a case.
Besides, Ron has taken care of everything he needs to, so he is not worried about these tenants causing trouble.
So under the extremely harsh new regulations, the tenants in Kama Compound became extremely uncomfortable.
Many training classes have strict limits on the number of participants and cannot start too late. Once it is past 3 pm, uniformed property management personnel will come to cause trouble.
They were armed with iron and bamboo sticks and threatened to stop the class. The students immediately ran away when they saw this scene.
Before long, students dropped out of the class one after another.
That’s not all, Amor also allowed a group of special tenants to live in the building.
That's the cow dung cake vendor from the slums, yes, the cow dung cakes pasted on the wall.
People in the slums cannot afford gas or kerosene, so cow dung cakes become a good fuel.
There are people who specialize in this business. They will cover all available open space around their homes with cow dung cakes.
One can imagine what will happen after they move into the building.
The corridors, balconies, exterior windows, and all places where the sun could shine were soon occupied by black, fragrant cow dung cakes.
How can you expect people in law firms and accounting training classes to endure being surrounded by feces all day long?
They angrily complained to Amor, but it was useless.
Others are also residents. Why do you want to drive them away?
What? The other party occupied the public space?
Okay, first remove the water pipes and air conditioner outdoor units that you installed randomly before you say this.
Those people looked at each other, and finally the complaint was left unresolved.
They finally realized that the property management was forcing them to leave.
The other party's methods are very dirty, but it is difficult to prosecute.
As a result, within a month, law firms and accounting training classes moved out one after another.
They can't receive guests in such a place, and no one would be willing to come to such a place to hire a lawyer. It's disgusting.
It was clearly an office building, but Amor turned it into a smelly slum.
According to his estimation, in another month, most of the people here will leave on their own initiative.
But just as Amor was about to arrange more troublemakers into the building, Ron called him over.
"How many tenants are still there in Kama Courtyard?"
"About 40%. Those methods are very effective." Amor said with a smile.
"Too slow," Ron sighed.
"Mr. Sur?" Amol was puzzled. This was considered a very fast progress in Mumbai.
Even Kellner, the "demolition king" of the municipal committee, is not so efficient. It would take at least three to five years to clean up a slum.
In less than a month, they forced out 60% of the tenants, and the property management group achieved a gratifying result.
"We don't have to do the next thing ourselves." Ron's eyes showed determination.
"Mr. Soul, you mean..."
"Kama Compound is not just for us, they should also do something." Ron stood up and walked to the office window.
Standing here, you can see the slums to the north stretching for miles, interspersed with bustling business.
The number of residents inside has continued to expand from the initial hundreds to thousands, and now to tens of thousands.
It is like psoriasis that parasitizes the city, getting worse day by day and becoming incurable.
The men and women living there are free. They are unrestrained, smiling, and enjoy everything in the slums.
Ron whispered a few words to Amor, who had a flash of shock in his eyes, but quickly nodded in agreement.
When the office was empty, Ron opened the drawer and took out a light pink envelope.
It had his name on it, and inside was a photograph of Lady Elizabeth in a white evening gown.
This one was just delivered, and it's different from the one given to Hela last time.
In the photo, Lady Elizabeth rarely smiled, a reserved smile that no longer looked down upon her.
Ron knew what this meant. Mrs. Elizabeth was showing goodwill, at least on the surface.
She probably wanted to invite Ron to the palace, either for peace talks or to explain what had happened before.
It's too late, Ron just wants her dead now!
Sometimes the lion has to roar, just to remind the horse of fear.
What Khad Khan said made sense, and he decided not to be a horse anymore.
Ron studied the photo, then gently let go.
The photo fluttered down, then was picked up by a gust of sea breeze, swirling into the sky, flying over the Sur Electric Factory, and finally disappearing in the curling smoke rising from the slums.
In early March, the streets of Mumbai are becoming increasingly crowded. Holi is approaching, and people are eager to experience the excitement.
Holi, also known as the Red Festival, is one of the most important traditional festivals in India.
It will be a carnival of color that sweeps across the country, with colorful powder flying all over the sky and pouring down like a rainstorm.
On this day, the lower castes can tease the higher castes as much as they want, and the class barriers are temporarily broken.
Amol is also preparing for Holi, going out early and returning late to shuttle through the alleys of the sprawling Sur slum.
His wife was the first to notice something was wrong and became very worried.
"Are you planning to go after La Foda again? Isn't a good job like Soul Electric enough to keep you here?"
"You know shit!" Amor waved his hand impatiently. "Do you want to live in the slums forever?"
"What do you mean?" His wife was stunned.
"I'm a Brahmin. I can't stay here forever. See that?" Amor pointed to the northeast corner. "That building! That's where we should live."
His original ambition was not big. He just wanted to have a large enough area in front of his house to build a balcony.
But step by step, he has come to this day and can no longer stop.
He had read the recent Mumbai newspapers and saw that "Sur Park" had almost become a celebrity word.
The Chief Minister, newspapers and television stations are all discussing this industrial park plan to "revitalize" Mumbai.
Amor had studied, even economics, and he knew what this meant.
When you are on the cusp of the trend, you can’t stop. Just lift your foot and you can soar to the top.
Amor told himself to seize this opportunity.
This might be his last time doing "La Foda".
On March 6th, Holi, the streets outside had already turned into a boiling palette of colors.
Magenta, emerald green, bright yellow, and indigo pigments collide in the air, and the crowd's shrill laughter intertwines with the fierce drumbeats.
Waves of noise came, spreading through the crowd and the streets in all directions.
In the Sur slums, women and children were all excitedly dressed and ready to go, clutching all sorts of paints, ready to join the street carnival at any moment.
The men watched all this with smiles on their faces, but their eyes were more focused on the figure in the front.
Amol was the organizer of the celebration. After looking at the huge team, he nodded to Anand in the corner, then waved his strong arms and set off!
The crowd began to move, drums, flutes, and trumpets joined in, and the loud and wild music began.
This is music unique to the ghetto, harsh and noisy.
Amor led the way, followed by the musicians. The crowd surrounded them and they walked slowly and solemnly out of the slums.
Groups of children were jumping around, dancing wildly without any restraint, almost hysterically.
Some of the children struck dance poses from their favorite movies and imitated the stars' walk.
Others leaped about like acrobats, or indulged in spastic dances of their own choreography.
The team is huge, tens of thousands of people!
A carnival is about to begin!
(End of this chapter)
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