Chapter 320 Money and Power
What a beast, what a fucking beast!
He asked for 50 million rupees right away, which was more than twice the price asked by the bandit Yadav.
"Ms. Mayawati, are you sure you're not kidding?" Ron spread his hands.
"Sul, as a role model for Uttar Pradesh, you have to do something for your hometown."
"That's why I came to meet you two today, but don't treat me like a fool." Ron said bluntly.
"Everyone knows about Sur's business empire in Uttar Pradesh, including cement plants, mines and electrical appliance factories."
"So," Ronna interrupted, "did you give me any help in achieving this?"
"But this is Uttar Pradesh's resources. You got it without paying anything," Mayawati argued.
"Look," Ron said, raising his finger for emphasis, "with 50 million rupees, I could build another political party, a completely obedient party, not a party that demands exorbitant amounts of money from me."
"Sul, you have no respect for our Samajwadi Party. You are just like those corrupt Brahmins."
"Hey, you two, calm down." Singh reached out to comfort them. "We are allies. Our common enemy is Yadav. Don't let the current differences destroy our unity."
"Mr. Singh, you know what I did in Gujarat. Mr. Adniwa and Modi understand what cooperation is better." Ron hinted to him.
"Yes, we have a pleasant cooperation. I understand what you mean. Let me talk to Mayawati." Singh nodded.
He was also annoyed at Mayawati's lack of tact. What was the difference between her behavior and that of the bandit Yadav?
At the BJP headquarters in Gujarat, Ron also gave them strong support during the general election, but it was only 10 million rupees.
As a result, Mayawati increased the amount fivefold as soon as she opened her mouth, as if it was not money but just a number.
Although the rupee is not popular internationally, its purchasing power is still quite good in this era.
Fifty million rupees, if it is just a speech like the one in Gujarat, can cover half of Uttar Pradesh.
Mayawati seemed to want to put most of the expenses of the election season on Ron, and she saw this as an opportunity.
There is no way, the Suer family rose too quickly and became too rich.
Others are doing shady business in secret, such as hemp, arms, and opium. Outsiders have no idea how much profit these businesses can bring.
As for Sur, as Mayawati just said, each one is a well-known industry in Uttar Pradesh.
She even visited the Sur Electrical Appliances factory in Lucknow, where she was completely shocked by the assembly line with tens of thousands of people working on it.
Before this, no private company in Uttar Pradesh had achieved this scale.
Mayawati randomly asked several workers and found out that the minimum wage was more than 2,000 rupees.
If you calculate it this way, Sur Electric pays out tens of millions in salaries every month, so how much is its turnover?
It must be several hundred million, so she only needs 50 million rupees. The factory can make back the money with interest in a month.
She didn't understand the industry or the rules of factory operation, she only saw money flowing everywhere.
This is Uttar Pradesh, and every government official wants to grab some money, whether it is legal or illegal.
Ron was too lazy to explain to this Dalit that he was just a businessman and was being taken advantage of.
Singh pulled Mayawati aside and whispered to her, occasionally a few words of argument drifted over.
After about two minutes, they seemed to have reached some kind of consensus and sat back on the sofa.
"Mr. Sur, if you want to defeat Yadav, you must build up publicity," Singh said.
"I understand." Ron nodded.
"So investment is inevitable, and we hope you can provide 20 million in financial support. Of course, after winning the election, the state government will also provide appropriate facilities."
"How convenient is it?" Ron asked.
"What kind of amenities do you need?"
"The mines in Sonbhadra, all the mines, coal and limestone, are mines for me. The projects in Purvancha area must also be handed over to me. I'm not talking about cement, but the entire construction project."
"Okay." Singh nodded, and Mayawati did not object.
"I have two more small requests." Ron gestured with his fingers.
Mayawati tried to say something, but Singh raised his hand and interrupted her. "Tell me, Mr. Sur."
"I want to get a telecom license in Uttar Pradesh, not for landline, but for mobile communications."
"The one the Ministry of Telecommunications is piloting? No problem. What about the other one?"
"I'd also like to recommend a few electors for the Purvancha district, mainly in Varanasi and Mirzapur. You know, in the wild east, I have to make sure my business is not harassed by local gangs."
"Electors?" Singer paused, as this topic was rather sensitive.
"My second uncle, Aditya, is a Varanasi Municipal Council member. He has not joined any party. If necessary, he can become a member of the BJP tomorrow."
Ron chose the political beliefs for his second uncle without hesitation. After all, he was kind-hearted and did not let his second uncle join Mayawati's Dalit party.
Tsk, if that were the case, Aditya would never perform the foot-touching ceremony for a Dalit.
The BJP is just right, they are already following the upper caste route and have the same religious beliefs.
Singh also thought this was a good idea. Accepting the Sur family was equivalent to indirectly tying Ron to the BJP's chariot.
Not only Mayawati thinks Ron is a super-rich man, the BJP has also assessed his strong financial strength.
If we talk about who can become the next Tata or Reliance, Sur’s potential is undoubtedly at the forefront.
"If it's someone from the Suer family, of course there's no problem, but if it's someone else."
"No matter what, we will stand firmly on the side of the Alliance." Ron promised.
"Okay, this condition is fine." Singer made the decision directly.
"Where's the money?" Mayawati interrupted.
"Don't worry, the money will be sent right away." Ron chuckled.
In the alliance between the BJP and the BJP, the BJP does not seem to have absolute dominance.
Come to think of it, although Dalits, the Bahasa Samajwadi Party's voting base, account for a quarter of Uttar Pradesh's population, the right to speak is concentrated in the hands of a few upper castes.
The union between the two parties was somewhat unexpected, yet not so close.
After the deal was done, Ron didn't stay in Lucknow for long and immediately returned to the East.
Yadav has been abandoned by him, and the BJP and the Bahasa Samajwadi Party have become his next partners.
Overall, this business is profitable.
Twenty million is indeed not a small number, but the return is also generous enough.
The mine in Sonbadra is enough to make a profit, and Ron has obtained the mining rights to all mines in the area, both discovered and undiscovered.
The government infrastructure project in Pufancha District was even more lucrative. He was no longer satisfied with just providing cement, but wanted to contract the entire project.
Yes, the Suer family is about to set up a construction company to provide one-stop services from construction to materials.
The telecommunications license is just a by-product, and perhaps Singh and others themselves don't care about it.
Ron didn't have high hopes, as it would be almost impossible for the mobile communications business to be profitable within one or two years.
But the same thing, reserve the spot first.
As for the constituency candidates, the matter needs to be discussed with Erbo Adia.
Ron did not return to Mirzapur first, but went directly to Varanasi.
"Second uncle, congratulations!"
"What?" Aditya was confused.
"You will soon be the BJP's representative in the Varanasi constituency!"
"Hmm?" Aditya blinked. "When did I join the BJP, and when did I decide to participate in the election?"
"Now." Boss Ron sat down without any hesitation, and waved his hand to order the servant to serve tea.
"Wait," Aditya stopped him, "Did you do something bad behind my back?"
"How can this be a bad thing? Constituency representative, state legislator, aren't you tempted?"
"Member?"
"right."
"Member of the State Legislative Assembly?"
"yes."
"You have to tell me what happened." Aditya sat down and waved the servant out.
Ron briefly recounted what happened in Lucknow, including the previous cooperation with the BJP in Gujarat.
"Ron, are you asking me to contest the upcoming state elections as a member of the BJP?"
"Uncle, you understand Indian politics better than I do. For the sake of business, the Sur family must gain political power."
"I can't do it alone. You know, there are eight sub-districts in Varanasi alone."
India's elections are divided into districts. A large city like Varanasi has eight districts.
One representative from each division makes up the vast 400-plus legislative seats in Uttar Pradesh.
The Purvancha region, as they often call it, is the eastern part of Uttar Pradesh, which has a total of 17 cities like Varanasi and contributes 117 seats to the Legislative Assembly.
The condition for winning the Uttar Pradesh general election is to win half of the votes in the seats, which is 202 seats.
Now if we look back at the Pufancha district, we will understand its importance.
It is no exaggeration to say that whoever controls the Pufancha District is halfway to victory in the general election.
The reason why Yadav, the BJP, and Mayawati either put pressure on or wooed Ron is that the Purvancha district is too important.
Ron is not satisfied with just being the money bag for the major parties, he also wants to cultivate his own agents in the Pufancha district.
Varanasi was the first step, not only because it was a holy city for Hindus, but also because the Sur family had a certain political base here.
"Boy, I have never contested a state election before. If I want to win a seat in the general elections in a few months, it will cost a lot," Aditya sighed.
“Money is not important, but power is hard to come by.”
"Well, if we want voters to change their minds in a short period of time and vote for us, we have to offer them enough benefits."
"Vote bribery?" Ron raised his eyebrows.
"almost."
"How many?"
"Ten million rupees minimum."
If we follow the BJP's model in Gujarat, two to three million rupees per constituency will be enough.
Just give a speech, give out some small gifts, and find some connections, and that's more than enough.
But Aditya had no political foundation before, so he needed to spend several times more money to win over voters.
"Leave the money to me. Uncle, you should start preparing for the election now. Arrange everything, including publicity and speeches. The sooner the better."
"Okay, since you've decided, I'll go meet the BJP tomorrow."
“There are still eight constituencies in Varanasi, and we want them all.”
"What?" Aditya was shocked.
(End of this chapter)
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