Chapter 326 Lawless
"What gift?" Gupta put on a smile in a very short time.
Since I'm destined to be a white glove, I might as well seize the opportunity to make more money.
"We didn't touch much at Tripathi Manor, except for taking a ledger. The plates on the table are gifts for you. The delicacies they hold will never satisfy your hunger."
“Thank you very much!” Gupta understood immediately.
"That transcends caste and creed. Enjoy it."
"I hope I don't get indigestion." He shook his head with a smile.
"Go ahead. When you get there, you know what to do, right?"
"certainly."
"Don't destroy the manor, it's now sir's property."
"Understood." Gupta hurried out.
At some point, the group of colleagues who had disappeared reappeared at the door, lined up in a neat queue.
Gupta waved his hand and led his men towards Tripathi Manor.
The town became even more chaotic. People seemed to have learned that the overlord here had died.
The gangsters are ready to take advantage of the opportunity to get promoted or reap some benefits.
Fortunately, Gupta and his team arrived, and a large number of police passed through the street, scaring them so much that they hid in the house again.
That was the direction of Tripathi Manor, and people were whispering and curious.
They didn't know what was happening in Mirzapur, but things were definitely changing.
When Gupta and his men arrived at the gate of the manor, there was a group of people gathered there, all holding weapons.
They were arguing fiercely about something, occasionally pointing in the direction of the manor and shouting, wanting to go up but not daring to.
Gupta knew them; they used to be small-time leaders under Karim.
When those people saw Gupta coming, they immediately became excited, as if they had found a backbone.
Everyone reported to him the situation here: Tripathi Manor was occupied by outsiders.
Gupta looked up and saw the group of people standing expressionlessly on the steps in front of him, all holding submachine guns in their hands.
Gupta's eyelids were twitching as he watched. Damn, this scene could sweep across half of the Purvancha district.
Ignoring the grasshoppers, Gupta led his men straight forward. He knew who these people were.
Sure enough, just by mentioning the account book issue, they let Gupta in.
After entering the house, Gupta's eyes first fell on the dining table.
One, two, three, four, a full eight plates!
There is a lid on it, so you can't see what's inside.
Gupta and several colleagues looked at each other and then stepped forward.
The lid was removed, and stacks of rupees were stacked on the plate, so bright that it was blinding.
Everyone started to pack the money in tacit understanding, and everyone got a share.
Tsk, Mr. Soul is so generous.
They were all large sums of rupees, several times more than the money Karin had given them before.
"Let's get to work." Gupta pulled a pistol from the holster at his waist.
The others did the same thing, and they slowly moved towards a room in the side hall.
Gupta had been given instructions when he came.
He gently pushed open the door, and a hesitant cry was immediately heard.
There were seven or eight people in the room, all of them were relatives or confidants of the Tripathi family.
They were tied up and had cloth stuffed in their mouths, so they couldn't even open their mouths.
Old man Baoji was among them. He shook his head desperately and stared at Gupta as if he wanted to say something.
"Shut up! Bastard!" Gupta said angrily.
Does this old guy still think he can order me around like before?
Without waiting for Guji to speak, he shot without saying a word.
Bang! As if it was a signal, seven or eight guns flashed at the same time.
After a while of crackling, there was no living person left in the room.
The carpet was soaked red with fresh blood, and it made a wet squeaking sound when stepped on.
Soon the people in the room were cleared out, and the police carried the body and swaggered out of the door.
Ignoring the commotion from the steps below, Gupta shouted, telling them that the Tripathis had tried to attack the officers and that they had fought back in self-defense.
Now that the rebellion has been quelled, all irrelevant people should leave immediately.
Of course, the people below didn't believe it. Who didn't know that Gupta used to be a lackey of the Tripathi family?
Now the dog pounces on its old master, which means it has found a new and more powerful master.
However, these former subordinates did not have the courage to confront the police, not to mention that the group of people on the steps were not pushovers either.
The real diehards have all turned into corpses.
These minions just gathered here subconsciously. Mirzapur was leaderless, and only Tripathi Manor made them feel at ease.
The scene before them now told them that the Tripathi family was finished.
"Long live the great Mr. Soul!", "Long live the great Progressives!"
There was a noise coming from the small square behind him. Muna stood on the truck and waved to the people around him.
Some people in the convoy held up his portrait, some grabbed flagpoles and danced wildly, and even slogans were shouted by people holding microphones.
Muna no longer leads the battles himself, he has become the leader of the Progressive Party.
This month he successfully solved the employment problems of thousands of low-caste people, all of whom were absorbed by the Sur family's mines and cement factories.
Nowadays, you can't get into the cement factory without connections. In the eyes of the people in Pufancha District, this job is second only to civil servants.
With this "political achievement", Munna easily won over tens of thousands of low-caste people to the AJP.
There is no way, the politicians in the past were too inhuman.
Before the election, they made solemn promises to solve the problems faced by backward castes.
As a result, as soon as he took office, he completely forgot all his previous promises.
The three cornerstones of the hospital are proof of this, as are the electric poles lining the roadside, which never have any wires on them.
As for Muna, he had already fulfilled his promise before he even came to power.
If not him, who should we choose?
The farmers of Uttar Pradesh are not fools. They love and support him very much.
In just a few months, Muna completed a transformation.
He became more confident and calm, his eyes sparkling. He no longer hunched over or lowered his head, and he even gave up smoking betel nut.
He began to imitate the words and deeds of New Delhi politicians, dressing himself up and mimicking their movements.
He is more like a politician now, and he is on the right track!
When the procession arrived at the small square, Muna just glanced casually at the plaster statue in the middle and said nothing.
But some people were smart enough to step forward and push down and smash the statues of several generations of the Tripathi family.
After a while, a new statue will be erected here, a statue of the great Mr. Sur!
The manor's doorplate was not spared either. It was taken down, thrown away, and replaced with a brand new "Sul".
The onlookers cheered, while the minions standing at the bottom of the stairs were discouraged.
Mirzapur has really changed.
But the changes are not limited to this. Songbadra is also undergoing a power reshuffle.
Ratan personally led the team to receive Tilaka's inheritance.
Those who are disobedient and rebellious will all be dealt with.
From now on, from Varanasi southwards, there will be only one sound left in all areas.
With the voice of the Suer family, outsiders have no chance to interfere here.
Of course, the news of what happened in Purvancha district reached Lucknow, and Yadav was so angry that he smashed several wine glasses.
"How audacious! How lawless! Do they think the East is their own backyard?"
"Calm down, brother." His younger brother Satya comforted him.
"The Sule family betrayed us, and I will make them pay the price!"
Yadav was furious. This incident was a complete slap in his face.
No, it's a threat!
A country rich man like the Sur family actually wants to teach the Chief Minister a lesson.
Everyone knows that Tripathi and Tilaka have been frequently visiting Yadav's residence recently, and they have almost made it clear that they want to support the Socialist Party.
In the eyes of outsiders, these two eastern mafia bosses are Yadav’s die-hard supporters.
Now they were killed and died together. They were even too lazy to deal with the bodies, as if they were afraid that others would not find them.
Take a look at the local police's closing report: the two parties had a feud, a gunfight broke out, and no one survived.
It was a fucking joke, and Yadav felt like his intelligence was being insulted.
"People have forgotten the fear from the Chief Minister. I will shut down the Su family's cement and electrical appliance factories today!"
"Brother, calm down!" Satya quickly stopped him. "Doing this will only give the opposition more leverage over us. The election is next week. We can deal with it after the results come out."
"So what do you say we should do? If we don't fight back, who will respect the Socialist Party in the future?"
Yadav also knew that he was just speaking in anger and he couldn't really shut down all of Sur's factories.
The Chief Minister certainly has great power, but he cannot do whatever he wants.
First of all, in the administrative system at the state level in India, there is also the existence of the governor.
This position is appointed directly by New Delhi, which is a common practice for China to restrain local governments.
The governor does not usually participate in decision-making, but can stop highly controversial measures at critical moments, and even remove the chief minister's power with the support of the majority party.
This is the error correction mechanism that New Delhi leaves in place. It may seem like a mascot, but it can have unexpected effects in certain situations.
Today, the Sur family’s several factories have become the pillar industries of Uttar Pradesh. Can they be shut down just like that?
Even Yadav’s own ruling team would not agree.
The current Socialist Party government is a multi-party coalition government, and those small parties also have people holding important positions in Lucknow and have real power.
The last thing they wanted to see was Suer fall, because Ron had done them a lot of good things.
Yadav is now asking to close the factory. Not to mention the tax loss that Uttar Pradesh will suffer, everyone's pockets will also suffer heavy losses.
As the general election is coming soon, it remains to be seen whether Yadav can maintain his position in the next government.
No one wants to go crazy with him at this time. If Sur is offended at this time and Yadav fails to win the election, it will be difficult.
Anyone can be the Chief Minister, but there is only one factory in Sur.
Yadav is no fool and he is unwilling to accept this, especially since he has lost face in front of the whole state.
"Brother, there is actually no need to worry so much." Satya said confidently.
"What do you want to say?" Yadav looked at him sideways.
"Tripathi and Tilaka, if they die, it might be a good thing."
"Um?"
"They were a criminal gang in eastern Uttar Pradesh, and now, under your personal command as Chief Minister, they have all been brought to justice! The people will praise your contribution to the security of Uttar Pradesh. They dislike violence, just like those journalists."
Yadav's eyes lit up. This was a good idea.
You can win by celebrating funerals!
"What about Su Er? Are we just going to let him go like this?"
"I'm going to talk to him. We need to at least maintain a friendly relationship on the surface. Otherwise, it will be very disadvantageous to my election."
Ron's influence is already enough. If he clearly takes a side, it will definitely bring immeasurable negative impact to Yadav.
Yadav nodded in agreement and said that he would get through the election first.
We can settle the account later.
(End of this chapter)
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