Chapter 228 Cleanup
Mary and Lena have no nationality, or to be more precise, they don't know which country they belong to.
In childhood they were Europeans, in adolescence they became bears, and now they can also be Indians.
If they had not met Lady Elizabeth, they might not have had such troubles.
Marie only remembers being born in Switzerland, with no siblings. Both her parents were artists: her father a painter and her mother a soprano.
She remembers her childhood as the happiest time of her life.
My creative parents are very popular. In that multi-ethnic country, poets, musicians, actors, and artists all like to gather at her house.
Mary naturally learned several languages in her life and speaks each one fluently.
She also spent a lot of time learning her favorite arias from her mother, and in her father's studio, she watched him use all his favorite colors and shapes to create incredible pictures on the blank canvas.
One day, her mother received an invitation from the Vienna Theater to perform there.
The whole family went out, planned the route in advance, and prepared to enjoy a long-distance self-driving tour.
When they were almost at their destination, they were hit by a sudden snowstorm and the car ran off the road. Dad died and Mom was trapped under the car.
Mary cried helplessly, and then Lady Elizabeth appeared. She took Mary away and set the car on fire, burning her mother and her body underneath to ashes.
Lena's situation was even worse. Her entire family was killed just to cover up the fact that she was taken away.
All this happened right in front of her. Her family was a farmer near Brno, Czech Republic. When the gunshots rang out, the area for miles around was deserted.
They were taken away for training and learned various skills, with Lady Elizabeth serving as their instructor.
A few years ago, the two were sent to Brazil to carry out a mission. Just as they were approaching their target, they suddenly received news of the disintegration of the north.
Mary and Lena escaped, and Lady Elizabeth sent people to hunt them down. They were able to escape with the help of Luca.
Later, Lady Elizabeth herself became a rootless duckweed, and her former subordinates disappeared one after another.
In desperation, she relied on her previous connections to start a palace business in Delhi, and then because she was involved in a political murder case, she moved to Mumbai.
Mary and her friends also came to Bombay after hearing the news of Lady Elizabeth's fall from power.
As Ron saw, everything that happened next is now settled.
"What are your plans for the future?" he asked.
"I don't know." Mary lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling and shaking her head.
"Mumbai is nice, I like it here." Lena said heartlessly.
She no longer has a home and is a wanderer wherever she goes.
"Then stay in Mumbai for now. You guys love Bollywood, don't you?"
"We don't have anything else to do right now." Mary shrugged.
"Sun Entertainment is your business, well, our business." Ron nodded affirmatively.
Mary and Lena laughed, giggled, laughed happily.
They exude a sense of relaxation from the inside out, and can even stare at the ceiling and daydream for a few minutes.
"By the way, speaking of Bollywood, there seems to be some trouble with director Chopra." Mary said.
"What's the trouble?" Ron also relaxed and lay between them.
"Regarding the music cassette, it seems they couldn't reach an agreement with a record company due to copyright issues."
"Okay, I'll go check it out in a couple of days." Ron stood up.
"Where are you going?" Lena was about to score a second goal.
"There's still some cleanup to do." Ron put on his clothes and left.
The famous imperial palace was burned down, and the matter will not end so easily.
The people may have thought that this was an accident during the carnival, or that the palace had angered some mobs.
But the bigwigs don't think so. They are well-informed, and anything that can change the city's situation will attract their strong attention.
There are tens of thousands of people there, no one can remain calm in the face of such power.
The first person to call Ron was the Shiv Sena leader, Thackeray.
His power came from his thousands of Shiv Senas, who were willing to do anything for him at his command, like the mob storming the palace.
Look, now a smaller Shiv Sena has been born and Thackeray immediately feels threatened.
He asked bluntly as Ron walked in.
"Did you do anything about the palace?"
“They didn’t chant my slogan.”
How can such a thing be admitted directly? In Mumbai, Thackeray is the biggest.
"Many people have called me to complain about the current security issues in Mumbai. People have a narrow vision. They can't see the overall situation, can't distinguish right from wrong, and are easily incited."
"I understand. Mumbai cannot do without the Shiv Sena. Fortunately, those people did not harm innocent people. They were just dissatisfied with the palace." Ron deliberately lowered his posture and explained softly.
"That place is filthy and a blasphemy to Lord Shiva." Thackeray's face was full of disgust when he mentioned the palace.
He is extremely conservative and adheres to Hindu culture. In his opinion, Indian women should wear veils when going out and look down at the ground when talking to strangers.
In Thackeray's view, the shocking practices in the palace were heresy and everyone should be hanged.
Even without Ron, the Shiv Sena would have destroyed the place one day.
It was precisely because they shared similar values that he turned a blind eye to the affairs of the palace and turned a blind eye to Ron.
Of course, Ron personally came to explain the matter, which gave him enough face.
"Not only the palace, but also those Bollywood films that cross the line should be destroyed. What bad habits have young people picked up now?
Oh yeah, Valentine's Day! I'm going to ban it next year, just wait and see. They'll never do it again, and I'm going to tear up those Valentine's Day cards.
What is Valentine's Day? It's ridiculous! College students have a few dollars in their pockets, and their fathers give them pocket money, and they don't know if it's legal or not.
Oh my god! I need to enjoy life with my girlfriend. Girls these days are like that too. What do the newspapers call this generation? The Coke Generation, right?
Whether it's Coca-Cola or Pepsi, they all wear jeans!" Thackeray gestured with disgust. "Jeans!"
This big guy might be old, and the topic strayed from the conversation.
He is, after all, a tired, aging dictator who, after each angry outburst, would chuckle and appear less threatening.
He would also joke with Ron about people in the film and television industry, and at first glance he looked quite kind as he smoked a cigar.
However, Ron did not forget that the person in front of him was the boss of Mumbai's parallel government, who could remotely control most things here.
"Those people are right next to your factory, you have to keep them under control." Thackeray turned around and instructed him.
"They'll settle down, I promise." Ron nodded.
There are some things that everyone knows tacitly.
Ron would not tell the world what he had done to the palace, but he had to let the necessary people know what kind of power he could mobilize.
Thackeray confirmed that this would not pose a threat to him, so he let it go and even chatted and laughed with Ron.
The rights of the people are what they strive to fight for and protect with all their might.
Coming out of Thackeray Villa, Ron chuckled.
There are not many people in Mumbai today who can make him feel intimidated, and Thackeray is one of them.
He is no longer the little man who was treated as a "horse", and the palace is his best stepping stone.
It's true that he is a businessman, and it's also true that he values harmony, but that doesn't mean he can be slaughtered at will.
Those who want to target him, especially gangsters, would better think twice before making any decisions in the future.
Thackeray was not the last person Ron wanted to see. After all, the fall of the palace was too eye-catching.
Lady Elizabeth worked very hard to run it and had a considerable network of connections.
Even though she had become mentally retarded, those frequent visitors to the palace or those who had leverage over her were all very nervous about this matter.
So the next day after meeting Thackeray, Ron went to visit Maharashtra Chief Minister Pawar.
"Why do you always like to make big news?" Pavard looked unhappy.
"What do you mean?" Ron said innocently.
"What happened in Kama Court?" Pawar handed him the newspaper.
The report was about another riot in Mumbai.
Hundreds of small companies in the Kama compound were driven away by the swarming mob. Those people only had time to pack up their valuables, while everything else, including office supplies, was snatched away by the foreign mob.
Who are these thugs? Ron said he didn't know them.
"Mr. Minister, I am also a victim." He even complained.
"How did you become a victim? Those people came from the slums next to your factory." Pawar said angrily.
"There are slums next to the World Trade Center, but who can say they are related?" Ron pretended to be dumb. "Besides, they robbed my house."
"Your house?" Pawar was puzzled.
"Yes, I bought it a while ago. I was planning to renovate the building, but now it's all occupied by slum dwellers."
"It's a bit troublesome." Pavard frowned.
"Of course it's troublesome. There are more than 30,000 people there. Forcing them will only arouse public outrage."
"What are you going to do?"
"Oh, forget it. For the sake of Mumbai's stability, let's leave those houses to them." Ron said with a righteous look on his face. "Although 200 rupees a month is not much, at least I didn't leave empty-handed."
"That's it?" Pavard looked strange.
"That's it. The original tenant will just have to suffer. There's no way they can get the house back now."
"I have never seen a Brahmin like you. You are more Vaisya than Vaisya." Pawar finally couldn't hold it in anymore.
Did he really think he didn't know about the palace? The mob had coincidentally set fire to the palace, then rushed straight to the Carmen Courtyard, taking another city.
This series of dazzling operations would be a miracle if there was no one behind the scenes leading them.
It's easy to guess that this is a deal, not to mention who the mastermind is.
However, Pawar did not care about the destruction of the palace, and even hoped that it would burn more thoroughly.
It is said that Lady Elizabeth secretly took many photos of political figures having fun, and no one knows where they are hidden.
Now is the perfect time to burn it cleanly and thoroughly without leaving any trace.
The reason why there were no police or firefighters on the day of the fire was because many people hoped the fire would get bigger.
Of course, Pavard wouldn't say these words directly, let alone thank Ron. As a superior, it was normal to give him a proper warning.
"At least I eliminated a slum of 30,000 people. They are now official residents of Mumbai and hold 30,000 votes," Ron hinted to him.
"Just focus on your Sur Park and don't make the headlines anymore." Pavard's eyes flashed.
"No problem." Ron agreed briskly.
Look, everyone has something they want.
The people in the slums want a stable home, and Pawar wants votes.
What did Ron want? He wanted to eat at the table!
(End of this chapter)
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