Chapter 252 Truce
"Is this the army?" Ron subconsciously lowered his voice.
"No, it's the State Armed Police Force." Ratan stared down.
The convoy coming from afar was extremely arrogant. They sped and fired at the same time, as if warning both sides not to act rashly.
One unlucky guy was accidentally hit by a heavy machine gun, and his whole body exploded, with his arms, legs and torso flying all over the sky.
This horrifying scene instantly frightened the mob to death.
They screamed and fled in all directions, ignoring even the orders from the microphone in the armed convoy.
Karin and Tilaka also realized that something was wrong, so they quickly jumped into the car and drove away.
"Let's go too!" Ron immediately led Ratan back down the hill.
Are you kidding me? This is the armed forces, not a child's game.
"Damn, this is so exciting." Ratan kept looking back.
The state armed police were scattered around chasing gangsters, and no one noticed them here.
"Why is the federal armed police force dispatched?" Ron's heart was beating fast.
"Who knows, maybe this is just too big a scene!"
“Has there been a gunfight of this scale in Uttar Pradesh before?”
"No, this is a battle involving five or six hundred people! Even the anti-government forces don't have that many people."
"Damn, playing with violence is really dangerous." Ron couldn't help but swear.
This is why he has always refrained from using violence, as India is ultimately a united country.
No matter how many differences there are within it, or how many languages there are, or how different the cultures are, unity is unity.
At least in terms of the military and government, it can sometimes reflect the will of the state.
This is just the state police armed forces. The so-called overlords and gang bosses are like chickens and dogs in front of it and collapse quickly.
I still have to think about it carefully in the future. My arms and legs are so fragile now that they can't withstand any damage.
"Ron, what should we do next?" Ratan was not satisfied yet and felt unwilling.
"Behave yourself for a while, that Yadav might get mad."
Who can mobilize the armed forces in Uttar Pradesh? Of course, the Chief Minister.
Sure enough, not long after Ron returned to the cement factory, he received a call from Lucknow.
The assistant minister's tone was rather unfriendly. In short, he asked Ron to go to Lucknow immediately.
The news of the war between the Tripathi family and Tilaka finally alarmed Yadav.
Ron didn't need to guess to know that Yadav asked him to go for this very reason.
The meeting took place not at Yadav's private residence but at his chief minister's office.
He was wearing traditional Indian kurta and a Gandhi boat hat, looking very formal.
When Ron arrived, Kalin and Tilaka were already sitting here, both looking unhappy.
Especially Karim Tripathi, who is in his forties, has a thick beard on his chin and looks quite dignified.
But that look of prey that destroyed that grace.
Apparently he had learned about the destruction of the family arsenal and was now almost furious.
That was one of the Tripathi family's most profitable businesses, and now it has been turned upside down.
Unfortunately, he couldn't determine who the murderer was for the time being because there was no one alive in the factory and even no witnesses nearby.
But it doesn't matter. The person who did it was either Tilaka or someone from Varanasi in the north.
Apart from these two families, Karin couldn't think of anyone else.
Perhaps it was Tilaka's strategy to lure the tiger away from the mountain, or perhaps the people of Varanasi took advantage of the opportunity to invade.
However, Ron is the biggest suspect because he was not present during the fight.
So when Ron walked into the office, Karin stared at him intently.
"Are the only things people from Varanasi do that are sneak attacks?"
"What did you say? I don't understand." Ron frowned.
He has great acting skills and he portrays the displeasure and confusion just right.
No one knows about this matter, and no one will admit it even if they are beaten to death.
Anyway, you have no evidence, so you can guess whatever you want.
He ignored Karin and instead greeted everyone with a smile and a namaste, seemingly not noticing the solemn atmosphere here.
What does the gang fight have to do with him? He is just a passerby.
Karin really couldn't say it openly, because the military factory's business was not to be done openly, and this was a serious crime.
But he was unwilling to give up and turned his attention to Tilaka.
But before he could speak, Yadav looked at everyone with a bad look.
"Are you trying to turn the East upside down?"
No one spoke, and the best response at this time was silence.
"Everywhere else is busy harvesting sugarcane and mangoes, and you're performing a gun show in the fields?"
"Mr. Minister."
"Shut up!"
As soon as Tilaka opened his mouth, Yadav retorted.
"First there was the gunfight in Chandali, then the firefight in Sonbhadra. If the police force had not gone there, would you have been preparing to attack Lucknow tomorrow?"
Yadav picked up a stack of newspapers and threw them in front of the group.
"Look, the newspapers are all about your gunfight, and there are calls from New Delhi."
This is what really makes Yadav angry. Uttar Pradesh has made a fool of itself this time, and the rule of the Socialist Party has been tarnished.
"Didn't I tell you? I don't want violence! Next month, when the New Delhi people come to inspect, if anyone causes trouble again, I'll make him into a flagpole and hang him outside!"
After venting his anger, Yadav finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Cease the fighting immediately from now on!" He looked at several people and forced them to express their stance.
Tilaka shook his head in agreement.
Although Karin was extremely reluctant, he nodded in agreement.
Finally it was Ron's turn, and he shrugged innocently.
"I'm a businessman and prefer cooperation to violence. I completely agree with the Minister's proposal, but I have a small request."
"You say?" Yadav snorted.
"I have to transport coal from Sonbadra and cement also has to go through Mirzapur. My goods must flow smoothly in both places."
"No problem, it's a reasonable request." Yadav agreed on his behalf.
"What about you?" He turned to look at the other two.
Karin wanted to say something, but in the end he kept silent.
Tilanka was somewhat gloating, as he suffered no loss and had even avenged himself.
The longer it drags on, the better it is for him.
However, he looked at Ron with more caution than before, and this "ally" did not appear throughout the whole process.
However, the armed police force has arrived, and it is hard not to suspect whether there is any connection between the two.
"Mr. Minister, can I go now?" Karin clasped his hands together.
Yadav shook his head, and several people stood up consciously.
"Sul, please stay for a moment."
Ron paused, then sat down again under the meaningful gazes of the other two.
"Have you forgotten what I told you? No one should die and no one should be reported in the newspapers!" Yadav stared at him.
"This is a war between Tripathi and Tilaka." Ron spread his hands.
"I don't know what you did in this? But I know you must have been involved!" Yadav was very sure.
He is the Chief Minister of Uttar Pradesh, the leader of the Socialist Party, and has extensive experience in political struggles.
Some things don't require evidence, just intuition is enough.
"I don't have the energy because someone's been causing trouble for the cement factory lately." Ron looked at him. "He wants to destroy my factory, but he can't succeed because I'll make him suffer a huge setback!"
"So?" Yadav remained calm.
"Mr. Minister, I'm a businessman. If you're not satisfied with the price, we can still negotiate. How about 20%?"
“All infrastructure projects in Uttar Pradesh.”
"make a deal!"
"My assistant will tell you the bidding details for the Kanpur Expressway we mentioned last time."
"It's a pleasure working with you." Ron smiled this time.
After the work was done, he stood up and said goodbye, and the office became quiet.
"They are all complete bastards!" Yadav cursed inwardly.
He was short of money and wanted to buy a helicopter to use in the next general election.
This kind of thing can only be imported and is very expensive. Most commercial helicopters with five to seven seats cost close to tens of millions of dollars.
That is a whopping sum of 300 million rupees, which he cannot possibly catch up with at his current rate of corruption.
So when Kalin came to him and offered the cement factory's 20% commission as a bargaining chip, he was tempted.
A one-time benefit fee is no match for a hen that lays golden eggs.
He did not fully agree to Kalin's request, but he agreed not to interfere in the competition in Mirzapur, provided that no violence was used.
He is a politician who naturally hates violence and wants to keep his image pure until the next election.
Unfortunately, Kalin was not up to the task. Before he could finish the work on the Sur Cement Plant, he turned around and started to fight with Tilaka of Songbadra.
Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, Yadav had no choice but to use the armed forces at his disposal to forcibly intervene.
He is reluctant to do so unless it is absolutely necessary, because mobilizing the state police armed forces will require an explanation to New Delhi and the media.
It is very troublesome and can easily be seized upon by the opposition parties to attack him for being incapable of governing Uttar Pradesh.
People are also very sensitive to such things and will question the effectiveness of Uttar Pradesh's security management.
Karim disappointed him, so Yadav abandoned the former without hesitation and reached a new agreement with Ron.
The 20% bid price for Uttar Pradesh government projects is slightly lower than the 20% stake, but it is acceptable.
Business is politics, politics is business, both are about the art of compromise.
Ron returned to the cement factory and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"How's it going, buddy?" Ratan came over.
“The results were pretty good.”
"Were Kalin and Tilaka killed?" His eyes lit up.
"What are you thinking about?" Ron was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
"They were armed forces. Why didn't they just shoot them all down with heavy machine guns?"
"Yadav went to stop violence, not to create violence."
"What a joke! If there is no violence in Uttar Pradesh, can it still be called Uttar Pradesh?"
"Someone from New Delhi will come to inspect next month," Ron explained.
"Oh, no wonder, it turns out Yadav was just trying to put on a show."
"In short, we need to keep a low profile. You saw the armed forces yesterday."
Ron is still frightened. Compared to that, the gang fight is like playing house.
The most powerful violent organization is always in the hands of the government. Don't cross the line. What happened yesterday is a warning.
"Of course I know. Next time you have to act quickly, accurately and ruthlessly, and don't give the armed forces a chance to deploy." Ratan clenched his palms tightly.
"Is this the experience you've summarized?" Ron was dumbfounded.
"Tilaka is useless, and so is Kalin. They're still so hesitant to start a full-scale war."
"Brother, promise me. If you want to take action against anyone, you must discuss it with me first." Ron made him promise.
"Okay, okay, you're smarter than me."
Somehow, after yesterday's incident, Ratan suddenly became full of confidence.
As for the reason, it was that he had figured out the details of Kalin and Tilaka.
If the armed forces had not been dispatched, he might have killed everyone yesterday.
"Kalin suffered a great loss this time. I don't know if he will behave himself in the future."
"On the contrary, he and Tilaka are already at loggerheads."
Ron knew all about this, and this time he was forced down by Yadav, but Karim was not willing to give up.
Ron had a feeling that things would be settled between him and Tilaka.
As he expected, Karin, who answered the manor, got angry, which was rare.
He pointed his gun at the portrait of Tilaka and fired for a full minute.
"Son, you are still young and should give birth to another heir to the Tripathi family as soon as possible." At some point, Baoji appeared behind him in a wheelchair.
"I understand, Baoji." Karin said in a low voice.
Give him another heir? Do you think he doesn't want to?
The King of Mirzapur is a hegemon in the eyes of outsiders, but what about insiders?
Well, Karin is actually a quick shooter.
His new wife Bina has the most say on this.
(End of this chapter)
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