Chapter 244 Unusual
"Do you want to learn how to drive?" Doji looked at Muna in front of him with amusement.
“I can pay for my tuition.”
"Your last name is Harvey, and you're a candy maker. How can you learn to drive?"
"There's no law that says someone with the last name of Halvey can't drive a car."
"How can that be done?" Dorje spat out the betel nut residue in his mouth fiercely. "That's like making ice on a charcoal stove. Driving is like taming a wild horse. It takes a brave man. You have to be a bit more courageous. Sindhis and Sikhs have the blood of warriors. They are the ones qualified to be drivers. Do you think a candy maker would dare to drive around in fourth gear?"
Doji was pretending to shift gears with his hands, and his face looked very proud.
He is the second driver of the Sur family. When Yi Shang is away for something, he becomes the successor.
For example, now Ishan is far away in Varanasi, and when Ratan needs to go out, Dorje has to drive him.
When he heard that Muna also wanted to learn how to drive, he felt so proud.
Weren't you very capable a few days ago? You stole the show in front of the young masters.
Now? A country mouse is a country mouse.
Doji was ready to make some Muna, but at six o'clock the next morning, the stove started making ice.
Munna paid double the tuition fee, six hundred rupees, plus a month's foot-touching ceremony.
The offer was so much that Doji couldn't refuse.
They practiced with the trucks that were everywhere in the mine. Whenever Muna shifted into the wrong gear, Doji would slap him on the head and say, "Why don't you go home and make candy?"
After every hour of driving practice, Muna would stop to work for three hours. He was responsible for training the workers and explaining the rules of the place to them, while also learning to repair cars on the side.
He was busy until night every day, and then would crawl out from under the car like a pig from a stinky ditch, his face covered with black grease and his hands covered with shiny engine oil.
In less than a week, he was able to drive a truck fairly well and even make two trips to the mine to transport goods.
"Listen," Doji came over after Muna had basically mastered the basics. "Just knowing how to drive isn't enough. You have to be a real driver. You have to have the right attitude, understand?"
"What?"
"If someone tries to overtake you on the road, you do this," Doggie said, shaking his fist. "Call him a son of a bitch. The rules of jungle survival also apply to roads, you know? A competent driver must roar and curse all the way forward."
“No one overtakes at the mine.”
"Silly! I'm talking about when I'm on the road, driving for my master."
"I don't know how to drive the master's car." Muna was embarrassed.
"You're a candy maker, you know nothing," Dorje cursed. "Cars are all the same; trucks just have bigger shells. You make halva and palm sugar, but just because they have different names, does that mean they're any less sweet?"
"I see."
"Well, for the sake of tuition, country mouse, I'm going to give you a little treat today!"
Doji pulled him and walked towards the town.
"Where are we going?"
"Let me show you the world."
"But the master's place."
"The young masters have returned to the manor to rest, so now is the perfect time."
Dorje walked in front, and Muna followed behind. It was already late when they reached the town, and they walked through the dim streets and dark markets.
After walking for about half an hour, everything around them was completely dark. But suddenly, there was light in front of them, as if they had entered a place where fireworks were blooming.
The doors and windows on both sides of the street were colorful, and behind each door and window there was a young girl looking at them with a smile.
Red paper ribbons and silver foil glittered and fluttered on the rooftops, and teapots at roadside stalls sang merrily.
At this moment, four people suddenly rushed over and blocked their way. Doji asked them to go away because this was Muna's first time.
"Let him open his eyes first and take a good look at these beauties. This is the most important thing!"
"Of course, of course," the men said, walking back. "We just want him to have a good look."
Muna followed Doji forward, staring at the charming and beautiful women, his mouth wide open, completely forgetting how to close it.
They laughed at Muna teasingly behind the window panes, teased him loudly, and begged Muna to take care of their business!
Doji introduced the ins and outs of this business to Muna in detail: the woman sitting on the windowsill in that house, whose legs were clearly visible to both of them, was called an "American lady."
They wore short skirts, platform shoes, carried pink handbags, and had English names written on the nameplates on their chests.
These girls are slimmer and more toned and are suitable for men who like western tastes.
In this corner, the door is wide open, and the one sitting on the threshold is the "traditional type".
They are fat and stocky, draped in saris, and are more suitable for men who want good value for money.
There were several male concubines sitting in one window, and several young girls sitting in the window next to it.
Muna turned his head and saw a boy's face flash by a woman's waist and then disappear.
A blue door opened, letting in a blinding light. Four fair-skinned Nepali girls in pretty red dresses looked their way.
Muna suddenly stopped and for a moment forgot to follow Doji in front of him.
"Okay," Doggie turned around, "I like these ones too. I just like foreign girls."
Muna was pushed into the door. Doji picked one of them first, and the other one took Muna into the house.
Half an hour later, Doji and Muna staggered out of the street as if they were drunk, but in high spirits.
"How do you feel now? I taught you how to be a driver and how to be a man. It's worth the tuition, right?" Doji sighed with satisfaction.
Muna didn't answer, he stared straight at the other end of the street.
"Hey! Are you fooled by the girl?" Doji pushed him.
"The guy in front." Muna pointed to the distance.
"Hmm?" Doji stretched his head and saw only a figure. It was too dark to see clearly.
"It seems to be someone from our mine." Muna muttered.
"Are you sure? Why is he running here so late? Could it be..." Doji grinned evilly.
"He went to the other side." Muna pointed his finger along the street and suddenly stopped.
"Don't worry about it. Maybe he's out on a date with his lover." Doji yawned.
Muna hesitated for a moment, but in a flash, the figure disappeared.
It was late at night and he could not see anything clearly. He had no choice but to go back with Doggie.
The next day, Muna woke up early to study, and after finishing, he climbed into the truck and prepared to make two trips to the mine.
No one told him to do this, and the job Ron assigned him was just to train workers.
Well, brainwashing in short.
But Muna still works diligently every day and never allows himself a moment of rest.
The Sur Cement Plant is operating at full capacity and workers are working hard to prepare stocks.
I heard that the owner received a large order for the factory, enough to keep everyone busy for a year.
Everyone is very motivated. As long as there is work to do, there will be salary to be earned.
Muna had just finished a load of goods and had not had time to unload the truck when a group of people rushed into the factory gate in a menacing manner.
They were in uniform, holding batons, and ordered everyone to stop working.
The leader claimed to be a boiler pressure inspector. He said the factory's equipment safety did not meet regulations and that production had to be suspended for rectification.
Muna didn't understand what boiler pressure was, but he knew who to turn to at this time.
After quickly dialing the phone number in the manor, he immediately told them the situation there.
In less than ten minutes, Ron drove over.
"What's going on?"
"You can't start work before you get safety clearance." The inspector said in a businesslike manner.
"Sir, is there some misunderstanding? Our factory has just been built and all the equipment is new."
"We'll know after we investigate." The inspector walked straight to the factory. "Where is the rotary kiln?"
"I think some information may have been missed. The Minister just came here to attend the groundbreaking ceremony a few days ago." Ron hinted to him.
"If an accident happens, will the Minister be responsible for you?" The inspector remained unmoved.
Ron had no choice but to ask someone to take him to inspect the factory.
These inspectors are extremely difficult to deal with. They are the law enforcement officers of the industrial sector. Although they seem to have little power, they are actually a big trouble for factories.
If they find any non-compliance, even a minor administrative issue, they have the power to shut down the entire factory.
Giant companies like Tata also suffered from them 91 years ago.
After the economic policy was liberalized, most factories abolished the inspector system.
However, such positions are still retained in the energy and infrastructure industries, which have strong state-owned assets.
They are on the payroll and can issue fines at will without regard to the reputation and status of the company.
So like most of India's public sector, abuse of power breeds corruption.
If everything is not done properly, the inspectors will keep delaying the work.
Ron had just hinted at it, but it was no use.
This is unusual; the Sur Cement Plant is no unknown entity.
"Has this guy been here before?" Ron, who was a little behind, asked Muna.
"No, Master, I've been keeping an eye on this place."
"Then why does he insist that there are safety issues with our equipment?"
The inspector over there was checking the pipes near the rotary kiln with a meticulous look on his face.
The general manager Gao Er kept explaining something on the side, and the two sides seemed to have some disagreements.
"Sure enough, judging from the records from the past two days, your pipeline pressure is very unstable."
"Sir, that's because of the trial production. We are debugging the equipment."
"No, we have to wait until we have thoroughly investigated and confirmed that there are no problems before we can start work."
Goyle wanted to say something else, but Ron walked over.
"Let's talk for a moment," he said, pulling the inspector aside and slipping an envelope into his hand. "The Chief Minister just inspected the site. If we stop construction now, how will others judge his vision?"
The inspector hesitated for a moment, but finally accepted the envelope and said, "Please rectify the problem as soon as possible."
Looking at the other person's back as he left, Ron frowned.
Logically speaking, these inspectors would never come to your door.
They could not have been unaware that the Chief Minister was championing the Soor Cement Plant.
Unless Yadav condoned it, there was something wrong. They had just concluded a deal, so there was no reason for him to cause trouble right away.
(End of this chapter)
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