Chapter 319 Bandit's Lair
“Long live SP Yadav!”, “Long live SP Yadav!”
The streets of Lucknow were filled with parades, and Ron's car was stuck in place.
He first went to the Sur Electric Factory, and on his way back he ran into a crowd of people with flags waving.
"There are still three months until the election season, and you're starting to campaign so early?"
"Young Master, this year's election is very exciting, and the two sides are evenly matched." The driver Yi Shang pointed out the window.
There was another team rushing onto the streets, the red and green teams were fighting each other, neither of them giving in.
"The traffic in Lucknow is worse than in Mumbai," Ron sighed.
"Young Master, drink some whiskey first and leave the rest to me."
Yi Shang took out his treasured whiskey from the gearbox. This new Lexus is luxuriously equipped and has all the features.
He controlled the steering wheel with one hand and picked up the whiskey bottle with the other hand, reached behind him and poured the liquor into the glass. Not a drop of liquor came out even when the car was moving!
This is the skill an Indian driver must master. In addition to having excellent reflexes, night vision and extreme patience, he must also be a top-notch bartender!
This is also Yi Shang's specialty. With this, he deserves to be the number one driver of the Sul family.
"Call me when you get there." Ron drank some wine and simply closed his eyes to rest.
"Yes, young master."
It was more than half an hour later when Yi Shang spoke again to wake him up.
In front of them was Yadav's mansion in Lucknow, huge as a palace.
Ron walked into the door empty-handed without his travel bag.
He was received by Yadav's younger brother Satya, and a table had been set up in the garden.
"Where's the Chief Minister?" Ron asked.
“It’s election season soon and he’s very busy,” Satya said with an apologetic smile.
"Did the last district election you participated in go well?"
"You still remember?" Satya was a little surprised.
"Yes," Ron nodded with a smile, "You have the bearing of an elector."
"Thank you, everything is going well in the constituency!" Satya saluted with his hands clasped together.
He looked very excited, as if it was a great honor to receive praise from Mr. Soul.
Yes, what do voters like Suer Electric, Suer Building Materials, and Suer Mining lack the most? Money!
"Call me if you have any difficulties in the future." Ron offered an olive branch subtly.
"Oh! Of course I do!" Satya couldn't stop smiling.
"Welcome! Welcome!" Yadav came hurriedly from a distance, looking very anxious.
"Good luck." Ron stood up.
"Sul, you haven't been here for a long time." Yadav hugged him warmly.
"This year has been very busy. I've traveled almost all over India."
"Your Sur Electric Appliances is in Lucknow, and I have given it my utmost support."
"Of course, I understand."
The two sides exchanged witty remarks for a while before slowly sitting down.
"What are you still doing here?" Yadav turned to look at his brother. "Have you finished dealing with the party affairs?"
"Uh, yes." Satya stood up dejectedly. He wanted to talk more with Mr. Sur.
"This guy is a complete idiot." Yadav spread his hands indifferently.
"At least he's obedient, isn't he?"
"He is my brother, of course he has to listen to me." Yadav asked the servant to bring mangoes.
He still had the same eating habits, and every time he finished a clove, he always liked to suck his fingers.
"Sul, you didn't come to see me the first time." He looked up.
“I haven’t been back to Uttar Pradesh for a whole year. There was an emergency at the factory.”
"Urgent matter, haha, that makes sense." He nodded.
“So how was the election?”
“Mayawati, the untouchable, has invested a lot of money in Purvancha district this time. They will do their best to compete with us.”
“Don’t worry, Uttar Pradesh will support you.”
"What can Uttar Pradesh do for me?" he said, throwing down the towel he was using to dry his hands. "Uttar Pradesh had better support me, otherwise a lot of things will be difficult to handle."
"What happened half a year ago can already be proven."
"You remind me," Yadav smiled. "Six months ago, I almost stepped down. I only managed to survive with money from others. Sur, where's your money?"
Ron looked at him but said nothing.
"You are a big businessman and entrepreneur in Uttar Pradesh, and you have influence in the east. But if it weren't for my support, you wouldn't have achieved what you have today."
"Yes." Ron nodded with a slight smile.
“Without my support, you would be living on the streets in Lucknow.” He shook his head.
"How much do you want?"
"Twenty million rupees."
"Mr. Minister, although the cement factory business is doing well, I still owe the bank a large debt." Ron adjusted his sitting position.
"That's your business. And don't think I don't know that you made a fortune this year. Your cement business has earned hundreds of millions of rupees."
"This amount of money is too large. Taking it away directly will affect the operation of the factory. I need some time."
"Of course, what do I have to worry about?" Yadav chuckled. "Uttar Pradesh is full of businessmen, but there is only one Chief Minister.
You know, Tilaka and Tripathi both called me recently. It was just a quick chat, nothing much to say, about the Sombalad mine. It's nothing to do with you, but I wanted to let you know anyway."
"I understand. I'll prepare." Ron smiled, stood up, and left.
Yadav stared at his back, his smile fading.
He is in big trouble now and needs to raise enough money to invest in the election.
Since breaking with the BJP, his Socialist Party (SP) has lost nearly a third of its constituencies.
If he fails to fill the gaps in his own camp in time, he will not be able to gain a majority in parliament and will undoubtedly lose the election.
He needs money, lots of money, to win over voters.
Yadav couldn't wait any longer. He didn't even bother to maintain politeness and forced Sur to pay.
He knew that he could not show weakness at this time. He had to be tough, very tough, until the group of businessmen were scared.
This trick always works, and Yadav has experience.
"Dominate the world!", "Yadav supreme!"
The parade outside was still going on, but Ron simply pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number.
Well, there are pilot sites for mobile towers in Lucknow as well.
"Mr. Singh, I think it's time we met, preferably with Ms. Mayawati."
Kalyan Singh, former chief minister of Uttar Pradesh and head of the BJP here, had invited Ron some time ago.
Mayawati was an untouchable and did not even have a surname.
In order to highlight her status as the "supreme leader", many followers of the Bahasa Samaj Party call her Bihangi Mayawati, which means "respected sister".
If you think that she was born into a poor family and was a lowly illiterate Dalit, you are totally wrong.
Mayawati is a native of Delhi and her father is a post office employee in a nearby village.
That’s right, I work in a public institution and receive civil servant treatment.
As early as the 1950s and 1960s, India began to implement a limited "reservation" system.
Since some public sector jobs are reserved for low-caste untouchables, their families will be the beneficiaries.
This policy was not written into law until 1990, and the distribution ratio of 27% was clearly listed.
Mayawati grew up in a well-off family. While other Dalit children were struggling, she was able to sit in a spacious classroom in school.
He even got admitted to the prestigious Law School of Delhi University, and then went on to study at Meerut University in Uttar Pradesh in the 1970s, where he obtained a Bachelor of Education degree.
Caste aside, this resume is better than that of most MPs in Uttar Pradesh.
Can you expect murderers, rapists, and embezzlers to know what law and education are?
She joined the Popular Socialist Party in 1984 and became its second leader.
As the elections approached, Mayawati also stayed at the BJP headquarters in Lucknow.
Of course, Ron wasn't stupid enough to just go and visit.
He arranged the meeting at Kalyan Singh's house, which gave both parties enough wiggle room.
Kalyan Singh was not a simple figure either. The Babri Temple was demolished at his instigation.
Well, he contributed a lot to the Indo-Muslim conflict in 1992. He is a true nationalist like Mo Daxian.
These two people had once met here in victory and had a good relationship.
When Ron returned to Uttar Pradesh, he made a phone call as a representative of the BJP. The message was clear: stop supporting Yadav's Socialist Party.
Now the BJP is joining forces with the Bahasa Samajwadi Party to defeat Yadav and win the upcoming general election.
Ron already had a good relationship with the BJP, so this meeting was a natural thing.
Mayawati was very surprised. She felt like she was hit by a pie.
When Ron arrived at Singh's house, the two powerful figures of the two parties were already waiting there.
"I've heard a lot about you, Mr. Sur." "May the glory of Lord Shiva shine upon you."
"Hello." Ron greeted them.
"Mr. Adniwa specifically asked me to thank you for your support for our party," Singh spoke first.
"India needs the BJP, and we have a pleasant cooperation."
"Yes, our party believes that entrepreneurs like you are the future of India." Singh smiled and nodded. "Oh, by the way, this is Ms. Mayawati."
"Any caste should have its own rights, and caste cannot be the basis of measurement." Ron made up a lie.
“The Bahasa Samajwadi Party was born for this very purpose,” Mayawati smiled.
She was very dark, darker than the Tamil people in the south.
To be honest, this was the first time Ron had such close contact with a Dalit woman.
After exchanging pleasantries, they gradually shifted the topic to the upcoming election.
"Yadav is like a bandit, robbing everywhere and completely disregarding the interests of others," Singh complained.
"He wanted to kill me, that time in the hotel. We must unite together, otherwise he will beat us to pieces one by one." Mayawati was also indignant.
"Did he gain an advantage in the election?" Ron asked.
"The Socialist Party has its own base, but if we unite, he won't have any chance at all," Singh replied.
"The prerequisite is that there is enough campaign funds," Mayawati stared at Ron. "Mr. Sur, you have to help us, otherwise Yadav will not let you off easily."
"Just tell me how much help you need." Ron didn't like her alarmist tone.
"Fifty million rupees! Not a penny less!" Mayawati waved her hands arrogantly.
Ron smiled.
Damn it, every single one of these political parties in Uttar Pradesh are fucking robbers, bandits, and troublemakers!
(End of this chapter)
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