Chapter 330: Brain Opening
Voting in Uttar Pradesh is also conducted in the order of constituencies.
The polling stations in Pufancha District were the first to open, so the results naturally came out the fastest.
As expected, the BJP, the Bahasa Samajwadi Party and the Progressive Party divided up more than 90% of the votes.
The Congress Party, which once dominated the country, failed to win a single constituency and declined sharply.
Yadav's socialist party also gained little, as they had a very ugly way of eating during the previous government.
Especially the attack on Mayawati's meeting venue last year made many small caste parties very disappointed in Yadav.
No one likes a robber who bullies the weak. Today it is the Socialist Party, but who knows if it will be me tomorrow.
Purvancha district, a filthy place, has the largest number of backward castes, and they all dislike the domineering Yadav.
If there was not a large concentration of Yadav caste in a certain area in the north, he might have had his head shaved like the Congress Party.
The Socialist Party only won 4 of the 117 seats and suffered a heavy defeat in the eastern region.
What’s worse is that the land between the upper, middle and lower rivers has almost been lost.
Fortunately, in Rohilkhand and Bundelkhand, these two areas still support the Socialist Party.
The local caste parties in Baqirkand are still willing to cooperate with Yadav.
Otherwise, after completely losing the Pufancha district, the general election would have no need to continue and the Socialist Party would undoubtedly be defeated.
The location everyone is vying for now is Awadh, in the heart of Uttar Pradesh.
In fact, anyone with a discerning eye knows that the Socialist Party has no chance.
The most powerful political party in Awadh is the BJP, whose support rate in urban areas is much higher than that of local caste parties.
As mentioned earlier, the BJP follows the "Mandir" route, that is, religious identity.
The more urbanized a place is, the weaker the caste system becomes. At this time, religion becomes the bond of identity, which covers a wider range than caste.
Lucknow is the largest and most populous city in Uttar Pradesh. It is also the region with the most complete infrastructure in the state and a large number of workers gather here.
Especially after Suer Electric Appliances built a factory here, rural young people from surrounding areas flocked here.
In the past, they preferred to go to New Delhi because there were more opportunities there and it was easy to find a job on a construction site.
Now that there are large factories in Lucknow, who would be willing to leave their hometown?
Since I can’t get into the Sur Electric store, I can probably set up a pancake stall outside the factory.
Where there are people, there is consumption.
They are easily influenced by Sur Electric. For example, when the factory asks workers to vote for the BJP, these young people on the periphery will follow suit.
Although voting has not yet begun in Awadh, everyone knows that the BJP will definitely have the upper hand.
Yadav of the Socialist Party is unwilling to give up and will never give up until the last moment.
He plans to abandon the cities and go to the rural areas of Awadh to canvass votes. After all, cities like Lucknow are a minority.
Most of the population in Uttar Pradesh is concentrated in rural areas, so he believes he still has a chance.
Of course, giving up the city doesn’t mean we won’t care about it at all.
"Satya, go talk to Sur again and persuade them to support the Socialist Party." Yadav instructed his brother.
“Brother, I think this.”
"What's your problem?" Yadav was unhappy.
"We've already had contact with Sur twice. If we go again, it will only disgust them."
"Idiot!" Yadav interrupted him. "You're a politician, not a beggar! If you want money, you have to force them to bow their heads and make them fearful. This isn't a negotiation; they have to give me the money because I'm the Chief Minister!"
"Kosur has already given four million rupees."
Snap! Yadav slapped him.
"Four million? Do you know how much they spent in Purvancha for votes? At least 100 million rupees! He's treating you like a beggar, you incompetent, stupid pig!"
Satya covered her red face and stared at her brother blankly, her face full of shock.
The assistants in the office all lowered their heads and took the opportunity to leave this place of trouble.
Yadav also seemed to realize that beating his brother in public was inappropriate.
After all, he also has a constituency to run for election, which is not conducive to the shaping of his public image.
"Satya, this is a critical moment. We still have a chance. Don't miss any possibility."
"I know." He nodded without saying anything.
“Even though I get angry with you sometimes, don’t forget that you are my brother.” Yadav held his shoulders.
"I understand." Satya shook her head.
"It's good that you understand. Mom is watching us from heaven. I promised her that I would always take care of you."
"Brother, I know." Satya tried to force a smile, "It's just that I would be very sad if you scolded me."
“Then you must forgive me.” Yadav smiled and patted his shoulder.
"Brother, what are you talking about? You are my brother, it's okay, really."
"Okay, I'll wait for your good news." Yadav nodded with satisfaction. "By the way, the helicopter shipped from abroad has just arrived. Take your men to check it out. I need it tomorrow."
"No problem, bro."
Yadav left in a hurry, and only Sadiya remained.
He touched his face again, his eyes flickering.
After thinking for a long time, he sighed in the direction where Yadav left.
Satya thinks his brother has gone crazy and is so paranoid that he is almost insane.
Everyone knows that the Socialist Party has no chance of winning the election this time.
The last time they came to power, they relied on a multi-party coalition. Now, after the split with the Popular Socialist Party, they no longer have a majority in parliament.
The small parties in the swing districts seem to maintain an ambiguous relationship with the Socialist Party, but in fact those people are completely fence-sitters.
They support whoever has the biggest advantage. Maybe they are already sitting together with the Socialists and having a celebration party.
But Yadav believed it firmly. No, maybe he knew it, but he just didn't want to admit his failure.
He has resorted to all means to win the election, even taking away his own four million campaign funds.
Yes, the money that Ron gave to Satya was unceremoniously transferred to Yadav's own account.
This has caused Satya to face increasing pressure in his own constituency's election campaign. How can one run for election without money these days?
He picked up the phone on the table and dialed a number.
As the election results became clear, Ron was in a good mood.
He has attended many events recently, mostly parties hosted by celebrities and wealthy businessmen from Uttar Pradesh.
Of course, there are also showy activities aimed at seeking welfare for the poor.
Today's itinerary is to go to the suburbs of Kanpur and visit the Cattle Products Research Center.
The second brother Adiya and Muna are both in the team. How can we not bring them along for such a political reputation-boosting event?
If nothing unexpected happens, the Sur family's reputation in Uttar Pradesh will rise to a whole new level after this election.
He is no longer a local rich man in the countryside, but a real family tycoon.
They are very eye-catching now, so a show is essential.
For example, the Laoshizi Niu Product Research Center, just by looking at its name, you can tell that it is not serious and has too strong religious connotations.
They were greeted by the head of the research center, Mansinka, a senior Vishwa Hindu Parishad activist.
The center absorbs many young people with doctorates in medicine and biology, and also runs a hotel and a school.
He talked about the five traditional rural cow products at the research center: milk, ghee, butter, cow urine and cow dung.
He led everyone to a huge bullpen and was about to say something when suddenly the cell phone on Ron's waist rang.
Uttar Pradesh is also piloting mobile communications, so Ron's phone has a signal here too.
He walked aside and answered the phone, waving his hand to signal others to continue.
Mansinka from the research center led everyone to the cowshed and stopped.
"Please take off your shoes."
"What? Barefoot?" Aditya almost jumped up.
The cowshed was right in front of him, the ground covered with a mixture of cow dung and urine.
Black muddy and watery.
vomit.
“Yes, barefoot,” Mancinka replied. “Cow dung is an antiseptic. If you have athlete’s foot, walk through it and it will cure you.”
"I don't have athlete's foot!" Aditya flatly denied it.
He regrets it now very much. He should have found out more clearly before coming here.
"Mr. Sur, cows are sacred animals and we should love them." Mansinka pointed to the wall of the cowshed.
A notice was posted there saying: "Don't tease the cows, please give them love. Spitting is not allowed inside. If you have donations, please give them to the staff, not directly to the cows."
Aditya almost burst into a curse, but when he thought of the reporters following him, he nodded with a stiff expression.
It was just a show, but now it's all in trouble.
In front of the camera, no one dares to offend the cow, otherwise the anger of the fanatical Hindus will be enough to overwhelm you.
Aditya finally pinched his nose and walked into the cowshed barefoot, being very careful not to slip.
Muna followed closely behind, he was not shy at all as he had grown up in cow dung.
"These are purebred Hindustani cattle. It took us a long time to separate the exotic breeds from the local breeds. The local breeds are far superior in every way."
Manxinka pulled a very ferocious-looking bull in front of Aditya, whose balls were as big as cricket balls.
Aditya couldn't help but step back. This big guy was too scary.
“Don’t worry,” Mansinka said, pulling Aditya back in front of the cow. “This is a purebred Indian cow. It won’t hurt you, unlike those Western cows.”
Aditya was almost pushed over by him and stared into the bull's eyes for a few seconds.
Then he was led across the ground covered with two inches of cow dung and stumbled into the middle of the herd.
He was handed a silver tray with a candle on it, and inside it were turmeric, rice, flowers, and a paste dyed red.
He circled the tray around one of the cows' heads several times, then smeared the batter on the cow's forehead and his own forehead.
“Now you have to pray to the cow, she is my mother, she is your mother,” Mansinka said.
However, the "mother" seemed unmoved by such attention.
After the tour of the bullpen, Aditya was taken to the laboratory. In the distance, Ron was still on the phone.
They first came to a room about 20 meters away from the laboratory.
There were bottles filled with cow dung piled one on top of the other, and there were gas lamps hanging in the room, and bubbling water in beakers of cow urine.
“This is an antioxidant that can treat cancer,” a lab worker told Aditya, holding up a capsule.
There are also many cow urine products that can be used to treat bronchitis, obesity, provide energy, purify the blood, etc.
They then showed Aditya products made from cow dung, which also concealed a range of world-class therapeutic properties.
The only products Aditya doesn’t reject are cow dung soaps because they smell nice, and there are also cow dung shampoos that can fight dandruff.
Mansinka said the center has filed many patent applications for cow dung products with patent offices in the United States and other countries.
“God is in the cow dung,” he said, “and all the prescriptions are contained in the sacred texts.”
Damn, what kind of cattle product research center is this? It’s a theological research center.
(End of this chapter)
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