Chapter 245 Betrayal
The new factory was asked to make rectifications by law enforcement authorities just a few days after it started operation. It sounds like a joke.
The bigger joke is yet to come. Just a few days after the boiler and pressure vessel inspector left, a new security inspector came.
Even Ron didn't know what this security inspector was doing.
As usual, the other party entered the factory and went straight to the destination. Finally, they seized the opportunity that the workers were not wearing masks and issued another stop-work notice.
Damn, when did Indian workers become so particular? They even wear masks. Many people don’t even know what they are!
When Ratan heard the news, he was so angry that he wanted to drag the man over and beat him up, but fortunately Ron stopped him in time.
Those who can become civil servants in Uttar Pradesh are not from low castes.
The Suer family is indeed in a good momentum now, but it is not yet at the point where it can fight against everyone.
What’s more, the other party is a government law enforcement officer. So, are you planning to use force to overthrow the government?
Ron sent the security inspector away after handing him a thick envelope.
"Brother, these people are treating us like fat sheep to be slaughtered." Ratan felt very aggrieved.
"That's not the way to slaughter a fat sheep." Ron noticed something unusual.
"Isn't that Yadav very happy to take the money? What's going on recently? There must be someone who doesn't buy his account, right?"
"I'm going to make a phone call." Ron went straight to the cement factory's office.
If it was just the inspector mentioned above, it would be fine. There is no need to go to the Chief Minister for such a small matter. It is not worth it.
But having people come to your door and ask for money one after another is another matter.
Of course he could continue to give money to send people away, but where would the Sul family put their face?
There is nothing new under the sun. If this gets out, people will think he is easy to bully.
Being labeled like this in Uttar Pradesh would be a terrible thing, like fat meat falling into a wolf's den.
Two minutes later, Ron put down the phone with an expressionless face.
"What do you mean?" Ratan asked.
“No.”
"Um?"
"His office assistant said that Yadav went to inspect the place."
Ratan's expression turned subtle, this statement was pale and powerless.
"Excuse?"
"This possibility cannot be ruled out."
"What are you going to do?"
"I will go to Lucknow again in the next two days."
Ron needs to talk to that Yadav and at least find out what the problem is.
This makes absolutely no sense. They have a tacit understanding and have just collaborated to win a government infrastructure project, even agreeing on the proportions.
It's not that Ron didn't suspect the Tripathi family, but given their methods, they wouldn't be so gentle.
He is in the arms business. If he really wants to engage in a business war, it is possible that he will use hot weapons to fight.
The mine was well-defended, so Ron wasn't worried about that.
Or did Yadav reach some kind of deal with them in private?
If that were the case, there would have been no need for Yadav to give the government project to the Soor Cement Plant.
This kind of business is very profitable, there is no need to give it to those who are about to be kicked out.
Putting aside his doubts, Ron encouraged the workers to produce at full capacity, as the Sur Cement Plant had no shortage of orders.
He was planning to go to Lucknow the next day, but he didn't make it.
After the Vigilance Inspector came the Chief Inspector.
As expected, the Sur Cement Plant received another suspension fine.
Now Ron couldn't hold it anymore. He didn't have to come here every day to beg for money, right?
Damn, they did it on purpose.
After sending the people away, Ron immediately found Goyle.
"Don't you see the problem?" he asked.
"Mr. Soul, you mean corruption?"
"No, corruption is not a problem in India. How come these inspectors always find reasons to stop work? They just don't make up stories."
Once can be considered a coincidence, twice, three times... even a fool would know there is a problem.
"Mr. Soul, you suspect..."
"Who has access to the places where the inspectors pointed out problems?" Ron narrowed his eyes.
"I'll go back and investigate immediately." Gore also knew the seriousness of the matter.
"No, just give me my list."
Gaur was stunned for a moment, then nodded. He knew what to do; he was also from Uttar Pradesh.
Ron sat in his brand new, damp office, tapping his fingers, his face expressionless.
The cement factory was targeted before its business even started.
Uttar Pradesh, this damn place, is truly a lawless place.
He now understood Ratan's thinking a little bit. It didn't really matter what kind of business he did here.
Whether it is hemp or cement, perhaps violence is indispensable.
"Master." Muna stood at the door and poked his head in.
"What's up?" Ron let him in.
"I met a guy in town the other day."
"Um?"
"He is Mr. Gower's apprentice, Gudu. I only saw his back, and it seemed that he was heading towards the Tripathi family."
Ron paused his tapping fingers, then sat up straighter.
"Muna, tell me everything you saw at that time. Don't miss any details."
"Yes, Master." Muna was a little embarrassed. He and Doji didn't do anything good that night.
However, since his master had instructed him, he certainly would not hide it. He even revealed the fact that he and Doji had hired a Nepalese girl.
"Don't tell anyone about this, not even Doji."
"Yes, Master, I will inform him right away."
Half a day later, Gore handed over a list.
They were all people who worked beside him, some were his subordinates, and some were interns.
Ron only took a quick glance and knew what was going on.
"Rambai, this is the latest information from the factory."
"Very good, Gudu. How's the other thing going?"
"Uh," Gudu said with a troubled look on his face, "Those guys refused to take the bait. They are all lackeys of the Soul family."
"It's okay," Ram said, hugging his shoulders affectionately. "No one will dare to bully you in school, and your sister's dowry won't be a problem either."
"Thank you, Rambai! Thank you!" Guddu kept bowing.
"Have you figured out the daily routines of the two people in the Sur family?" Ram asked again.
"They have been living in the Casa family's manor. There are many guards there, and I dare not get close."
"Besides the manor and the mine, don't they go somewhere else?"
“Sometimes I go back to Varanasi to reunite with my family, but no one knows my specific itinerary.”
"Good," Ram nodded, "Soon, the Tripathi family will clear the way, and Mirzapur will have only one king."
"Long live Tripathi!" Guddu quickly bent down and touched Ram's toes.
"Go ahead."
Gudu left happily with a look of joy on his face.
His family lives in the town of Mirzapur, and his parents are laundry workers.
Not only are they living in poverty, but they are also often bullied.
Gudu is the only hope of the family. In order to support his college education, his sister is already 25 years old and still unmarried.
At this age in Uttar Pradesh, she is already considered an old girl.
Therefore, the man's family asked for a huge dowry, which was completely beyond the ability of the Gudu family.
This included a gold watch - a Seiko automatic watch, a new bicycle, an expensive suit, and some cash.
The family couldn't get all these things together, my sister cried secretly and my parents sighed.
Gudu knew that it was time for him to step up and take responsibility for everything.
Since he started school, he wore the best clothes in the house, was the first to sit at the table for meals, and didn't have to work.
My elder sister has remained unmarried to this day in order to help support the family. She has never been educated and is reluctant to buy a new sari.
My parents are over sixty years old, and their hands have been soaked again and again from washing clothes.
He couldn't pretend not to see it, he had already interned and now it was time to pay it back.
He owes them this, this is his life.
In order to quickly collect the dowry, Gudu had no choice but to take risks.
He thanked Mr. Sur for the job, but after all, Mirzapur was Tripathi's home.
He doesn't plan to go back to the factory tonight, he plans to go home and take a look.
Rambai gave some money, and Guddu bought a bottle of chadar whiskey at the corner of the street, which his father never bought.
Flower Street was as lively as ever. He licked his lips, feeling a little eager.
But before he could take that step, Gudu suddenly froze.
"Muna?"
"Hello, Gudu."
"Why are you here?"
"Waiting for you." Muna replied with a smile.
"Wait for me?" Gu Du was stunned.
"Yes." Muna moved aside.
Anil, Doji and others slowly walked out from the shadows.
Gudu's face turned pale and his legs trembled uncontrollably.
"I advise you not to act rashly. We know where your family lives," Anil reminded him.
Gu Du trembled and wanted to say something, but finally lowered his head dejectedly.
"Take him away!" Anil tilted his head towards his men.
Bang! The new bottle of Chadda whiskey fell to the floor and broke into pieces.
Snap! Snap! Snap! The sound of the whip hitting flesh was terrifying.
Ratan threw down the whip panting, still feeling unsatisfied, he walked forward and slapped him hard.
Gudu's head was knocked to the side, but he was too weak to scream.
He was tied to a chair, his body covered in blood and flesh, unable to do anything except turn his head.
"Tell me! Why did you betray the factory?" Ratan grabbed his collar.
"I'm sorry, sir." Guddu cried bitterly.
"We pay you, arrange a dormitory for you, and treat you respectably. Is this how you repay the Suhr family?"
"gentlemen."
Snap! Ratan shut him up with a slap.
"Have you ever seen the workers in the mines? They dream of being in your position."
Gudu's mind pictured the miners working like mules, two-legged mules.
He shook his head desperately, not knowing whether it was regret or fear.
"Besides the information about the factory, what else did you share with the Tripathi family?"
Guddu recalls what Ram had said to him on the steps and fear flashes in his eyes.
“I swear in the name of Surya, the sun god, that your family will not be involved in this matter.” Ratan looked at him.
"He's trying to find out about your whereabouts and schedule," Gudu finally said.
He couldn't ignore the safety of his family, he couldn't do it.
Ratan took a deep breath and slowly stood up. He looked down at the dying Guddu, his voice cold.
"You have failed everyone's expectations. You want to destroy this factory and the Suhr family."
"Sir, please! I won't dare to do it again. I can be your informant!" Gudu struggled and begged.
"Latan." Ron, who had been sitting in the back chair, wanted to speak.
"Ron, you don't need to get involved in this matter. I'll handle it according to the rules of Uttar Pradesh."
Ratan's breath smelled of blood and fire.
(End of this chapter)
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