Chapter 327 Thoughts
As the general election drew closer, Ron stopped staying in Mirzapur and returned to Varanasi.
Erbo Adia's campaign is in full swing, and posters with his portrait are everywhere in the streets and alleys.
A large group of people rode in trucks, shuttling back and forth on the bumpy streets, with slogans and leaflets flying everywhere.
Tsk, India’s elections are pretty much the same, all the same.
The core is personality cult, there is no other way.
When Ron found his second uncle, he was sitting in the office selecting photos with several of his men.
"You're just in time, Ron. Can you help me see which photo is the most suitable?"
"What?" Ron walked over, confused.
"Pick one." He spread the photo in his hand on the table.
"Is this a toilet?" Ron looked strange.
“Yes, which photo of the toilet is more suitable for Varanasi?”
"Uh, this kind." He pointed casually.
"Okay, that's it!"
"Uncle, what are you doing? Are you planning to build public toilets for Varanasi?"
In order to canvass votes for the election recently, candidates have tried their best and made many fancy moves.
If Aditya plans to use public toilets as a political achievement, then Ron will not be surprised.
"This is the City Hall's assignment. It's already been completed, and I can report back anytime." Aditya gathered the photos on the table.
"Huh? Not an election?"
"Elections can be manipulated, don't worry, but toilets are our livelihood."
"How do you say that?"
"The city hall allocated a sum of money specifically for solving the toilet problem in Varanasi city. But I found a shortcut that can complete the task in a flash."
"So." Ron looked at the photo in his hand, hesitant.
"Yes, these are the photos. I had them taken from somewhere else. Simple and efficient!"
"Second Uncle, are you saying that we should just take the photos and report back?"
"Isn't it a great idea? I can also offer a variety of different styles." Aditya was proud.
Ron held his forehead with his hand and smiled bitterly. His second uncle was really a genius.
It was he who transformed the dam into four, and it was also he who fabricated the toilet out of thin air with the photo.
There wasn't a single toilet on the streets of Varanasi, but he pocketed all the money and successfully completed the task.
Ron didn't know what else to say except six.
"Let's not worry about the toilet for now. Help me analyze whether Varanasi's restaurant and hotel industry is viable."
"hotel?"
"That's right. I'm going to set up a construction company soon, targeting government infrastructure projects. Of course, I'll also be involved in the civilian market. That 30 hectares of land in the southern suburbs is perfect for that."
Ron originally planned to open a factory in Varanasi, but had to give up halfway due to various problems.
The land was still there, lying fallow. But now that he had a cement factory and a construction team, his ambitions were rekindled.
"Ron, what kind of hotel and restaurant are you planning to build?"
"It should be affordable, but the venue should be big enough. Varanasi has a population of over a million, which can definitely support this part of the market."
“No, hotels and restaurants have no future in Varanasi.” Aditya shook his head.
"Why?"
"Come with me."
Aditya takes him out of the office and onto the streets.
Varanasi is the largest city in the east. It is densely populated, has poor sanitation, and its streets are often lined with garbage.
The air was thick with acrid smog, not much better than in the slums of Mumbai.
The two of them came to the street, and Aditya pointed to both sides and said, "Look!"
The streets are dirty, with billboards cluttering the streets in disarray.
Some were selling cement, while others were promoting a brand of Ayurvedic medicine founded by a yoga guru.
However, the most common billboards are those related to education, such as "DPS International School", "St. Margaret's College" and "St. Public School".
"Have you found the problem?" Aditya asked.
“Training courses are all the rage in Varanasi.”
“Yes, but the ultimate reason people get an education is to get out of here. Every product on this street, in its own way, offers the promise of escaping somewhere in this country.
They want to go somewhere better, with a new home, a more modest lifestyle, and the chance for their children to receive an education. Varanasi is too bad, there’s no chance.”
Ron understood what Aditya meant. This city was not attractive enough and would gradually lose population.
Even the billboards on the roadside are trying to tell passers-by that you can seize the opportunity and work in other places.
"Uncle, I still think the hotel business is viable."
"Huh?" Aditya was confused. Why didn't this kid listen to advice?
“There really isn’t much to speak of here, but don’t forget the uniqueness of Varanasi.”
"Holy City?"
"You guessed it," Ron smiled. "During festivals, a large number of Hindus come from all over the country. By then, all the hotels and temples will be full. The demand will completely exceed the supply."
"What happens after the festival?"
"There are so many Hindu festivals that we don't have to worry too much about visitor flow. The most important thing is, look over there." Ron pointed into the distance.
Following his gaze, Aditya saw foreigners, small groups of foreigners, mingling in the throngs of people scattered throughout the city.
"Are you planning to make them your target for attracting customers?"
"Isn't it great? I'm going to build a luxurious five-star hotel."
"Five-star?" Aditya widened his eyes.
Why is it getting worse? I was just talking about budget hotels.
"I plan to go the high-end route and serve foreigners and local wealthy people. The location of that piece of land is perfect, it is in the upper reaches of the Ganges, and it is the best place for wealthy people to bathe."
Varanasi is also a tourist city, with no shortage of overseas tourists visiting all year round. They use US dollars, which are much more valuable than rupees.
Whenever wealthy people come here on holidays, they must occupy the best seats on the Ganges.
That piece of land in the southern suburbs is close to the water and has the first chance to see the moon.
In addition, there is not a single five-star hotel in the city of Varanasi, which is a loss of face!
There is a five-star mountain villa hotel about ten kilometers away, but it is too far away.
As long as Ron builds this five-star hotel, it will be the coolest hotel in the East.
No matter what, business will not be bad.
"You kid have such a big appetite now!" Aditya exclaimed.
"If we do it, we must do it to the best of our ability. Varanasi must be our own private territory."
"This will cost a lot of money, right?"
"For 300 to 500 million rupees, I will hire an internationally renowned designer to draw up the blueprints and also hire professionals to supervise the construction. I will leave the construction to my own people and help them develop their construction skills."
"Should we wait until after the election to decide? I'm worried something might happen."
"No," Ron shook his head. "Like you said, elections can be manipulated."
"Well, you can see for yourself that I will have more contact with the BJP."
"Uncle, the BJP might become even stronger than the Socialist Party and the Bahasa Samajwadi Party in the future. There's no harm in joining them sooner rather than later."
"I know." Aditya nodded.
Of the three parties, he undoubtedly leans towards the BJP. The other two are low caste and Dalit.
Being a Brahmin, he of course refused.
"By the way, after we win the election, I will arrange for you to join the state government and participate in the coalition government."
"What?" Aditya was stunned.
"With so many ministerial positions, I have to grab one." Ron chuckled.
"Did they agree?"
"yes."
"What did you give in exchange for their promise?"
"vote."
Before the election, this is the real weapon and trump card.
"Anyway, Second Uncle, you should study the infrastructure in the state, especially in the east. It might come in handy later."
Engineering projects, construction teams, cement, and another road of service.
Ron's business began to expand upstream and downstream as it progressed, which is also a characteristic of India.
Those giants and families all came this way slowly.
Uttar Pradesh is a big country with a lot of business to do, and some of Ron's ideas have not yet been implemented.
Just when he was planning to go to Sonbhadra to inspect the coal mines, someone suddenly came from Lucknow.
It was Yadav’s younger brother, Satya.
"Mr. Soul." He was very humble and polite.
"Honestly, I'm surprised." Ron received him at the manor.
"That's all a misunderstanding. We used to work together very well, didn't we?"
"I agree, but your brother can be too tough sometimes, a total bandit."
"Uh, my brother asked me to apologize on his behalf. He's been under a lot of pressure lately and his reaction was a bit extreme."
"So what's the purpose of your coming here today? Just to apologize?"
"My brother said that you will be in charge of future affairs in the east. This includes the mines in Songbad. If you can give him a little more support, it would be best if you could make a statement in the newspaper."
"Satya, what you promised is within my reach."
If it were in the past, Ron might have been a little moved.
Now, after two months of intensive propaganda, a considerable number of people in Pufancha District have turned to him.
It is only a matter of time before the entire east is under control, and there is no need for Yadav to take any unnecessary action.
“Mr. Sur, there are so many political parties in Uttar Pradesh, but only a few are strong enough to contest for the post of Chief Minister.”
"Of course, that's why we're sitting here."
"You should show some practical support. In the political field, there are no eternal enemies."
"Wow, Satya, you've improved." Ron raised an eyebrow.
"So what do you think?" He looked over nervously.
"You're running in the local elections this year, right?"
Satya was stunned but nodded.
Ron snapped his fingers behind him, and soon Anil came over carrying a black travel bag.
"Here are four million rupees for you."
"What?" Satya was a little shocked.
"You're more of a politician than your bandit brother. Gentle, elegant, and intelligent."
Satya looked at the travel bag in front of her and couldn't help swallowing.
"I can even say it bluntly. If you were the leader of the Socialist Party today, I would support you with all my strength without hesitation. Not to mention 20 million, even 40 million rupees would not be a problem."
"This, this." Satya's eyes flashed with some fear.
He didn't dare to think too much, for he was afraid that the devil in his heart would take the opportunity to break out.
"Remember, this money is for you."
Ron patted him on the shoulder and stood up to see him off.
(End of this chapter)
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