Chapter 266 Grand Scene
In early November, the weather was slightly cool.
Dutt did not go to the factory in Aurangabad today. He asked the driver to go to West Mumbai and finally stopped at the corner across the street from the Erko Mall.
There was a big show about to happen, and of course he wouldn't miss it.
With the rise of Bollywood, Bandra and Juhu areas have become the most popular entertainment centers for young people in Mumbai.
Various cafes, hotels, supermarkets and department stores are spread out here, making it the most prosperous area outside South Mumbai.
It was the weekend, and there were many people on the street, and even more customers strolling along the counters of the shopping mall.
The time was almost up, and Dutt raised his wrist. Sure enough, a few moments later, several young men in white shirts and blue ties arrived at the mall entrance.
They were clearly uncomfortable, their ties digging into their necks uncomfortably, and the buttons on their cuffs made their movements awkward.
They had never worn such clothes, they were so beautiful and clean that they even felt they were unworthy of them.
The worn-out T-shirts from the factory, which were covered in black dust and smelled of gunpowder, were what the few people were used to wearing.
But Duterte ordered them to dress like this, otherwise the mall security would not let them in.
As for salesmen, which one doesn’t wear a suit and look respectable?
Dutt tailored it specifically for them, and well, that's part of the reward.
After a few people negotiated with the mall security for a while, they were allowed to set up a booth in the lobby downstairs.
This was of course arranged in advance by Dutt. He just had to forge some documents and pay some money, and it was done.
Erke Mall will not verify this information at all. As long as it looks similar, they will stamp it and approve it without hesitation.
This country is full of half-baked people, and the whole country is full of makeshift teams made up of half-baked people.
Everyone just takes things as they come and doesn't take things too seriously.
The promotional booths also looked unreliable, with even the Soul Electric logo printed blurry.
When the venue was almost set up, the modified Sur TV was also placed on the long table.
Those young people started holding up signs and shouting, just like the milk tea stalls outside.
Gradually, more people gathered around, not because their shouts were so beautiful or attractive.
It’s simply because the brand new Sur TV is so dazzling that it is simply not available in shopping malls. Even if you queue for a long time, you still can’t buy it because it has been sold out long ago.
Soon, a crowd of people gathered in front of the booth, three layers inside and three layers outside. Some of them were waving money anxiously, trying to take the TV away.
The young men quickly stopped them. The show they had prepared hadn't even begun, and the exhibits had already been sold out. Who would see it next?
When more and more people gathered, about a hundred or so, a few young people finally nodded to each other.
These televisions are the big firecrackers they made, and now they can be lit.
Across the street, Dutt craned his neck, expecting flames to erupt from the crowd and people to run away screaming.
The reporter hiding in the corner will film all of this, and the rest will be left to Onida's Chandani.
This will surely be a scandal that will shock Mumbai. Once public opinion starts, there will be more and more dirty water thrown at Sur Electric, such as "electromagnetic hypersensitivity" and "excessive radiation causing cancer".
This is a combination of punches, and Sur has no ability to resist. Just wait! Dutt shouted in his heart.
Hmm, that’s not right. Why are there police here?
Before the young men at the booth could even power on their televisions, a team of police officers rushed forward and tackled them to the ground.
The surprised onlookers opened their mouths wide and began to whisper.
"Everyone, don't panic," Aijie, fully armed, stepped forward. "We've received a report that these people are pretending to be salespeople and are planning an attack here."
Those young men were already terrified when they saw the police, and at this moment they didn't care about anything else and begged for mercy loudly.
But the crowd exploded because they heard the word "attack".
"Yes, that's right. This is most likely an organized activity. They are not employees of Sur Electric, and these TVs have been modified." Ajie signaled the crowd to step back.
He held an electronic loudspeaker in his hand, and what he said could be heard throughout the entire mall.
People were chattering and discussing excitedly. They didn't take the "attack" seriously at all because the police were not far away.
The reporter hiding in the corner was a little confused. What was going on? Should he take the photo? If he did, how would he write about it?
At this moment, another group of people suddenly came in. They were fully armed, wearing protective clothing and masks, and approached the TVs on the booth cautiously.
Hurt Locker!
Finally someone recognized him and he shouted loudly, looking very excited.
Well, the Indians are pretty thick-skinned and like to die. Even this kind of scene didn't scare them. Only the women and their children quietly hid in the back.
No one ran, why?
A bunch of reporters suddenly jumped out, squeezed to the front row, and took pictures of the bomb disposal team, almost putting their cameras against the TV cover.
The reporters hiding in the corner, ready to wait for the opportunity, looked at each other in confusion. What happened? Did they get the wrong script?
"How about we go too?" someone suggested.
"Come on, come on, we're here now." They are reporters, so why not take pictures of anything?
The entire shopping mall hall was plunged into a strange atmosphere. Under the watchful eyes of the public, the bomb disposal team began to clumsily dismantle the back cover of the TV.
The reporters showed no sign of shying away, eager to watch the action live. More and more customers gathered to watch the action, their eyes sparkling.
A Bollywood blockbuster! Yes, it was like a play, a pre-scripted play.
It's just that the director was sidelined, the actors were kicked out, and the direction of the plot took a 180-degree turn.
The bomb disposal team removed the back cover and quickly discovered something unusual: a bag of gray powder near the power supply, which was extremely conspicuous.
This was obviously added later, and even the words "XX Firecracker Factory" were printed on the paper package.
"It's gunpowder!" The bomb disposal team raised the paper bag in their hands.
Click, click, the reporters surrounding the front pressed the shutter button again and again, not caring at all about the film being consumed.
This is big news, a terrorist attack on Erko Shopping Mall!
"Sir, what do you think about this matter?" a reporter asked.
"It is obvious that this was a premeditated action," Aij said righteously.
"Why did they choose Erke Mall? And why did they use televisions as cover?"
"Because there are so many people here, it's easier for them to succeed. As for choosing the Sur TV, it's because it's so popular and can quickly attract people to watch. They are very cunning!"
"Sir, how did you get the information?"
"No comment. This concerns the safety of the informant."
Ajie put on his police hat, waved his hand and led his men away. There was another interrogation waiting for him.
The booth was removed, the modified televisions were loaded onto trucks by the bomb disposal team, and the fake salesmen were taken to prison vans.
People haven't left yet, they are still interested and discussing with great interest.
The reporters who had just squeezed in the front had already left in a hurry. They wanted to be the first to send out the press release in their hands.
"What should we do?" The reporters who had ambushed in advance were a little undecided.
"Why don't you ask Mr. Dutt? I think I saw his car just now."
"Yes, yes, he is just across the street."
Several people hurried to the outside of the mall, but there was no sign of Dutt.
He realized something was wrong as early as when the police entered the scene. After the bomb disposal team showed up, he urged the driver to drive faster without saying a word.
"Since Mr. Dutt is not here, shall we report as the officer said?"
"It makes sense, and that's what everyone sees."
"I still have to go back to report. If you guys have time, come out for a drink."
"Let's go too."
In the blink of an eye, all the reporters dispersed, and some even had enough time to switch sides at the last minute.
That evening, the news of the terrorist attack on the Erko Mall made headlines in major evening newspapers in Mumbai.
Unlike previous groundless reports, this report includes a variety of on-site photos and even close-ups of the explosives.
Aij's speech was also published, which was considered first-hand insider information.
The people were outraged and cursed the saboteurs as cunning as foxes.
They specifically targeted the Erko Shopping Mall, which had the highest traffic, and used the most popular Sur TV sets as bait.
The evil thoughts are so terrifying.
Well, even when the storm was at its peak, the reserved programs were still performed on schedule.
The Hindus and the herders got into a quarrel, accusing each other and claiming that it was the other's doing.
The herders were few in number, weak in strength, and had a long history of bad behavior. With all kinds of rumors flying around, they were quickly defeated.
Even they themselves suspected that this was the work of some extreme herdsmen.
But soon another urgent news came on TV: Videocon boss Gopal Dutt was taken away by Bandra police!
Under normal circumstances, this kind of news, while valuable, would not make the headlines.
The reason why the All India Television was able to make an emergency broadcast was for one reason only: the terrorist attack on the Erko Mall was also being investigated by the Bandra Police Station.
At such a critical moment, can't it explain something?
These big shots usually never go to jail. They have the best lawyers and can pay bail.
Unless it is a special case, you will not be taken away by the police easily.
Well, now the Hindus stopped shouting and the herdsmen started cheering.
Everyone knows that Gopal Dutt is a Brahmin.
If this matter had anything to do with him, it would be fun.
Of course, Dutt didn't want to go to police. As early as the morning when he left the Erko Mall, he expected the police to come and cause trouble for him.
The facts were just as he thought, those young people could not withstand the torture.
To be precise, before Aijie could even torture them, they started crying and shouting for a confession.
It's useless. They will be beaten first when they enter the police station, just to scare them.
The truth was very clear. Several young men from the firecracker factory told everything they knew, even what they were going to do after receiving the payment.
Ajay knew that the so-called terrorist attack was a misunderstanding, but he still summoned Dutt.
Procedural justice should not be wasted.
He himself also hated this kind of despicable business competition method, so it was a good opportunity to teach the other party a lesson.
Dutt used all his connections to try to escape the summons, but to no avail.
That's Aijet. He didn't even listen to Thackeray's orders, so how could he care about the thoughts of a businessman?
There are now only two options before Dutt: either admit to the terrorist attack or explain everything about Sur Electric.
One is a crime, the other is a warning and education. What will you choose?
(End of this chapter)
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