Chapter 324 Shut Up
The car stopped at the gate of the manor, the door opened and Yadav came out.
He wore a Herulu boat-shaped hat and had pure gold rings on all eight of his fingers.
Ron and Ratan greeted him at the door. After all, he was the Chief Minister, so they should at least give him some face.
Of course, there was no scene like other landlords where they presented wreaths, applauded, or were busy at home.
Ron is now powerful enough that he doesn't have to kowtow to anyone in Uttar Pradesh.
Yadav came over, followed by a young man with a red cloth tied on his head and holding the flag with the bicycle printed on it in his hand.
He shouted, "Long live the great socialists!"
Yadav clasped his hands together to greet the people from the Sur family around him, and Ron returned the greeting.
Click, click, the reporters who followed the car immediately captured this scene.
"Soul, don't you welcome me?" He stood at the door with his arms open.
"No." Ron smiled and walked forward, patting him on the back.
In the unspoken rules of Indian culture, this means forgiving each other and forming an alliance.
Yadav did this in front of so many people, sending the following signal to outsiders:
He and the Sur family are still allies and have a close relationship, no matter what rumors there are outside.
This is a common tactic of politicians, to make you compromise without realizing it, step by step.
He was fatter, with big ears and white hair that stood up like steel wire.
It was a typical face of an Indian politician, always with an either-or expression on his face.
However, the expression on his face now shows that he is peaceful at the moment. As long as you follow the owner of this face, you can also remain peaceful.
But the same face, with just a slight twitch, expresses the opposite meaning.
That is to say, if it wishes, this face can turn a different fate into yours.
"Your family is becoming more and more prosperous." Yadav looked at the young men at the door and smiled.
"They are all my cousins," Ron introduced. "Some of them just returned from studying in the United States."
"Yes, we need more young people to return home and build India into a superpower."
"Come in." Ron raised his hand to signal Yadav to come into the house to talk.
The estate in Mirzapur is not as big as my old home in Varanasi, but after renovation, it looks more beautiful now.
When Yadav entered the room, he looked around with an expression of great interest.
"Back when you were able to occupy this manor, I helped you solve a lot of problems."
"Yes," Ron nodded, "but we've already said something about that."
"Meaning? That amount of money is not enough for your cement factory to earn in a day." Yadav chuckled.
"Twenty million is not a small amount, Mr. Chief Minister. We need some time."
"Sul, you are still playing tricks on me." Yadav stared at him.
"I don't understand what you're talking about?" Ron spread his hands.
"You've met Mayawati and the others, right? And that new political party that has recently emerged in Purvancha? Do you really think I don't know anything about it?"
"I'm just a businessman. They invited me to talk about the economic prospects of Uttar Pradesh, that's all."
Yadav waved his hands, seemingly dismissing the explanation.
"Bullshit! You guys have a great plan. On the surface you're trying to appease me, but secretly you're colluding with other factions to get rid of me.
Don't forget, you can mine from government mines for free and without paying a single rupee in tax because I gave the nod.
When you first found me, you were just a local tycoon in a remote village. I single-handedly helped you build up to your current status. Without me, you wouldn't be where you are today!
Lord Shiva is my witness, if you dare to oppose me, I will send you back to your burrows! I said 20 million fucking dollars, I want 2,000.
"Shut up!" Ron interrupted him abruptly.
Yadav was so frightened that he even forgot to chew the betel nut in his mouth.
The young man following him also looked extremely shocked.
"Listen," Ron pointed his finger at him, "I let you in here out of respect, not to bully you."
"Sul, do you know who you are talking to?" Yadav gritted his teeth.
"Of course I know. This is why we are sitting here together today."
"Believe it or not, I will shut down your mine tomorrow and kick you out of Mirzapur."
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Ron narrowed his eyes.
"Want to keep your legacy? That's fine, I'll give you another chance, 40 million rupees!"
"Forty million?"
"Yeah, I was planning on buying a helicopter. But guess what, that damn tariff is 100%, so the price has increased now!"
"Yadav, although the Sur family doesn't participate much in politics, they are not easy targets for manipulation."
"Watch how you speak, Sur. You are my guest in Lucknow, and a guest should behave like a guest."
"You got it the other way around. You're staying in Mirzapur tonight, right? Then you're my guest. As you said, a guest should behave like a guest."
"It seems you have no idea of the power of the Chief Minister."
Yadav moved his mouth, then suddenly stopped, then gestured with a bowl towards the person next to him with a red cloth tied on his head.
The man immediately brought a clean spittoon, but Yadav did not spit out immediately.
He glanced around the room and then thrust the spittoon into the hands of Ron's cousin, Ash.
"Kid, can you help me get the spittoon? You definitely can't learn this skill in the United States." Yadav looked at him coldly.
Yash wanted to say something, but his hand was firmly held by Yadav, “Take it, boy.”
Without waiting for everyone's reaction, he spat into the spittoon three times in a row. The betel nut residue, as red as blood, stuck to the wall of the spittoon and slowly slid down.
Ash's hands were shaking, and the anger and shame in his heart made his face turn pale.
"Thank you, young man," Yadav wiped his lips, turned to look at Ron, and scratched his forehead, "Where was I?"
"Chief Minister." Ron crossed his arms and looked at him coldly.
"Oh yes, in a few days I will grant the Mirzapur mine to the Tripathi family, and the Sonbad coal and cement to Tilaka. They will definitely be willing to send the money on your behalf."
"Yeah?"
"Absolutely true."
"That's going to be fun." Ron tilted his head.
"You only have a week to think about it, and I hope you can send the money on time." Yadav got up and left.
Ron's eyes turned away, while Ash on the other side threw the spittoon in his hand to the servant in disgust.
"Brother, why should we bother with that robber? He is just a nobody. We have connections in Delhi and can go there directly."
Ratan couldn't swallow this humiliation. If his brothers hadn't held him down, he would have pulled out his gun.
As he said, as early as two years ago, there was a permanent member of the Sur family stationed in New Delhi.
My second uncle's son, Vijay, was there. He was good at dealing with others and had the potential to be a politician.
Ratan now looks down on Yadav and is even ready to beat him up.
"We can't do that, it's not the time yet." Ron shook his head.
"We can't keep putting up with this. He's treating us like slaves!"
"The general election is still a month away. Until he leaves office, he will remain the chief minister. Have you forgotten the state armed police force last time? He has the power to transfer them."
"What should we do now? Yadav's humiliation of us will make the Sur family a laughing stock in the Purvancha district." Ratan scratched his hair angrily.
"He doesn't have many days left to run around, but he does need a reminder before the election."
"How to do it?" Ratan perked up.
"Didn't he say that Tripathi and Tilaka should take our place? Then let him know that sometimes he doesn't have a choice."
Ron waved his hand and gathered the brothers together to whisper, and Ratan nodded frequently as he listened.
As elections draw closer, there is agitation across Uttar Pradesh.
This is especially true in Lucknow, where the headquarters of major local political parties are located.
Businessmen flocked there, farmers flocked there, and even gangsters were no exception.
The Pufancha district has the most gangs, and they openly give money to the parties with which they have reached a deal.
Among them, the Tripathi family and Tilaka were the most diligent, as they had already heard some rumors.
Yes, there is a lot of unpleasantness between the current Chief Minister and the Sur family.
Yadav threatened to take back their mines, and boy, what a golden opportunity!
In the two years since the Sur Cement Plant was put into operation, it has generated at least nearly 10 billion rupees in profits. Who in Uttar Pradesh doesn't know this?
Now that this piece of cake is to be redistributed, everyone is of course excited, especially the Tripathi family.
They have the advantage of being the first to arrive, so they can eat it nearby.
Kalin certainly knew that Yadav's coalition government was divided and in a precarious situation.
But he was willing to take a gamble only because his family was also in trouble.
After his son Ram died, the next generation of heirs did not appear. He tried very hard, but his wife Bina could not get pregnant.
Although the munitions factory had been rebuilt, it was still unprofitable. All the money earned from the opium business had been invested there, and the family had recently been facing financial difficulties.
If the Sur Cement Plant can be taken down, then nothing will be a problem. He is still young and has plenty of time to recover.
Karim has nothing to lose in his heart, and he is now fearless.
Once again, when he came back from Lucknow, he asked Maqboo to drive the car directly to the estate.
It was dark, with only the flashing lights of cars.
Bina upstairs heard the sound and got up from Baoji in a panic.
If Karin found out about this, she would be dead.
"Remember to come see me again tomorrow night," the old man said, adjusting his robe while sitting in a wheelchair. "Remember, only the Tripathi family can enjoy you."
Bina was angry but dared not say anything because Baoji had the upper hand over her.
She was angry and in pain, and as soon as Karin entered the room, she rushed over.
"What's wrong? Do you want it tonight? It'll have to wait a while. I'm going to take a shower first."
Karim is in a good mood now as he has received a promise from Yadav.
"No, no." Bina was about to say something, but was interrupted by the phone ringing in the living room.
Karin picked up the phone and his face changed after just a few words.
"I have to go out for a while, dear." He waved to Mark and hurried away.
(End of this chapter)
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