Chapter 331 Hey Man!
Mansinkar of the Cattle Products Research Centre firmly believes that no medicine is worth using except what is mentioned in the Vedas.
He said this with complete sincerity, without a hint of joking.
In other words, in his opinion, all medical research in the world is ineffective.
No matter whether it is Western medicine or Chinese medicine, they are all trash in front of cow dung.
There are more cattle products at the Cattle Product Research Center. Manxinka showed Aditya and his team several trees, each of which was fertilized with concentrated cattle product fertilizer.
Each leaf of these trees exudes a rich fragrance of tree fruits, whether mango, lemon or tangerine.
It was indeed refreshing, and only then did Aditya's complexion return to normal.
It is true that he is a Brahmin, but that doesn't mean he is really willing to come into close contact with cow urine and cow dung.
After the visit, Manxinka was eager to get some clues to see if Aditya had been impressed by the virtues of the holy cow.
"The Sur family is a noble Brahmin family. Please treat the cow well. She is our mother."
"Of course." Aditya happily promised not to desecrate cows.
As they spoke, on the street outside the exit of Mancinka's office building, a cow buried its head in a huge pile of garbage, chewing food scattered among the plastic items.
Look, even in Kanpur, the capital of the cow protection movement, this is an extremely common scene and no one cares.
Finally, when they were about to leave, Ron finished his call.
"Mr. Sur," Mansinka said, almost running over and quickly touching his feet. "The research center is the foundation of Hinduism, and your family is very satisfied with it."
After saying this, he turned back eagerly to look at Aditya again. The latter shrugged indifferently, not wanting to say anything.
"Thank you for your contribution to Hinduism." Ron waved behind him.
The extra-large check card that had been prepared long ago was brought over by his men.
There was a string of zeros on it, which made Mancinka dizzy.
He was practically pushed to stand behind the check, and he and Ron each held it up to the reporters.
After a long period of clicking and flashing, today's visit finally came to an end.
Ron couldn't help sniffling as he got in the car.
"Uncle, you didn't drink cow urine, did you?"
"Shut up, you little bastard!" Aditya said angrily.
"Good, now the voters are more convinced of you."
Aditya ignored him but couldn't help but speak after thinking about it.
"One million rupees, giving it to that guy is a complete waste. What's this cattle product research center? It's all cow dung and cow urine."
"It's for people to see." Ron said that this was completely in line with local customs.
"By the way, who were you talking to on the phone just now? Why was it so long?"
"An ambitious man," Ron chuckled. "It's going to be interesting to watch."
Voting in the Awadh region has finally begun, and instead of quieting down, the major political parties are competing intensified.
It seems that he will never give up his campaign until the last moment.
Mayawati frequently holds large rallies in the 16 districts of Awadh, each time gathering thousands of slogan-chanting supporters.
More than 90% of her campaign themes or speeches were about “social justice”, which is a code word for “reserving government jobs for Dalits”.
The BJP or Yadav will also mention key issues such as "good governance", "nationalism", "prices" and "corruption" in his speech.
Mayawati did not say anything like that once. Yet, when the Dalits voted, the vast majority voted for Mayawati.
Because things like good governance, corruption, and policies are too far away from the Dalits, and they don’t understand what good governance is.
For them, Mayawati was an untouchable and that was enough.
In particular, the "government jobs" she promised were a fatal temptation for Dalits.
He is a civil servant, extremely distant and ceiling-level in the eyes of Dalits.
It’s useless to talk to them about water conservancy projects and infrastructure!
They don't care and can't see the long-term interests behind it.
Civil servants are the real deal. If one person succeeds, the whole village will benefit.
Other backward castes also tend to lean towards the BSP.
In rural Uttar Pradesh, infrastructure such as roads and electricity is inadequate and there are few job opportunities, so voters, especially lower caste voters, need to be close to those who have the power to control these.
That is, the people at the bottom need a link to the upper political class, and they are optimistic about Mayawati.
In the past, the first choice was Yadav, but unfortunately Yadav became arrogant and no longer close to the people.
They are even trying to Sanskritize and upgrade their caste system. This practice of being out of touch with the masses is naturally not favored by the backward castes.
So Mayawati's Bahasa Samaj Party became the only choice, as people always need such channels.
In the words of foreign scholars: elections in a democratic society based on asylum are essentially a hidden auction, selling some basic services that in principle every citizen can enjoy to the highest bidder.
Mayawati's campaign was enough to make you drop your jaw. A convoy of more than 40 vehicles, mostly Mercedes-Benz and Toyota SUVs, drove through the center of Kanpur, with densely packed guns sticking out of the car windows.
There is no doubt that such scenes will have a deterrent effect on voters and leave a deep impression on them.
Far from being considered extravagant, people would instead view her as capable. Following such a political party would certainly not be disadvantageous in the future.
This is India, the more corrupt and greedy you are, the more popular you are.
The values of the entire society are distorted, and people worship such "strong people".
Of course, Mayawati did not do anything fancy at the rally.
She actually pulled the trained bull from the bullpen onto the podium, and then demonstrated the "Sacred Bull Winning Learning" in front of everyone.
The audience in the audience was excited. The lower castes and Dalits had never seen such a scene before.
In their eyes, cows are no different from gods, and Mayawati's election is the will of God.
Tsk, this is possible? Ron was amazed.
The Progressive Party’s operations in the Pufancha district are still too conservative.
In this magical land of Uttar Pradesh, we should do something tough.
As the other party in the competition, Yadav was not to be outdone.
Mayawati can afford to have more than 40 Mercedes cars, so how can he fall behind?
Yadav has built a helicopter! This is a unique initiative in Uttar Pradesh. No one has done this before. It can be said to be a first.
He focused his campaigning efforts on rural areas, where the roads were so poor that it was impossible to drive, and helicopters were the fastest means of transportation.
The gathering place was filled with people early on, and local villagers stood on the roofs or hung on the trees in groups of three or five, waiting to watch the excitement.
They heard that there would be a plane coming today, and people had never seen one before, so they all came to see the wonder.
First, a small black dot appeared on the horizon, and then the sound of the rotor turning became louder and louder, and the dust on the ground was also blown up.
The crowd began to stir, desperately trying to squeeze forward. At this time, the helicopter had already approached the stage, shook a few times, and slowly came to a stop.
Yadav came out of the cabin with a smile on his face and waved to the crowd frequently.
Satya followed closely behind, but now he was pale and sweating profusely.
"What's wrong with you?" Yadav asked calmly.
"Brother, I'm afraid of heights."
"You piece of shit! Look up and smile! I shouldn't have let you get on the plane."
"yes"
Yadav waved his hand and walked straight to the stage.
Satya didn't follow him, he had other things to do.
"Barum, clean up the cabin. The Chief Minister will need it later."
"Yes, sir." The servant ran over to clean up.
The Yadav brothers always travel with several personal servants. Of course, the servants are not qualified to ride in helicopters, so they are dispersed at various gathering points in advance and waiting.
To be honest, Yadav’s speech is much more reliable than Mayawati’s.
He promised the villagers that after being elected, he would build a reservoir to solve the problem of irrigation for the farmland and also build a road directly to Lucknow.
Regardless of how much water there is in this, at least the Socialist Party is indeed prepared to do it.
Mayawati's speech was full of empty words. She had no plan for the development of Uttar Pradesh. Maybe she herself had not thought about it.
After all, Yadav has served as chief minister twice and can come up with some solid results.
The feedback from the villagers was also quite positive, with more and more people gathering from afar.
The speech lasted for a full hour. When Yadav was about to leave, many people were still gathered around.
Because there will be small gifts distributed by the Socialist Party soon, mostly seeds, fertilizers and other things.
The crowd pressed forward, and Yadav came down from the stage and rushed to the helicopter.
He has to visit six or seven places today, and his schedule is tight.
"Hey, Man!" The helicopter pilot greeted him with a smile.
"Where is the pilot just now?" Yadav turned to ask his brother.
"He has diarrhea and is not used to the local climate," Satya explained.
No one in Uttar Pradesh knew how to fly a helicopter, so Yadav had to seek external help.
The two newly recruited ones are overseas Indians and are said to have regular pilot licenses.
Unfortunately, they did not grow up in India, and after returning home, they had difficulty acclimatizing and suffered from severe diarrhea.
The main pilot became sick and had to be replaced by a substitute.
Yadav didn't have time to dwell on these things, he hurriedly boarded the helicopter.
"Brother..." Satya clasped his hands together in embarrassment.
"You can take a car by yourself." Yadav waved his hand impatiently.
He is such a grown-up, yet he climbs so high. It's really embarrassing for Yadav.
"Yes, I'll leave right away." Satya ran happily to the car outside the venue.
The helicopter beside the stage took off slowly, and the villagers who were crowded together to receive gifts below looked up and watched.
The huge rotor blades were like oversized dragonfly wings, flapping faster and faster.
The wind was so strong that it was impossible to open one's eyes, and the children watching were running and jumping after the helicopter.
Suddenly, the helicopter in the air shuddered, and then it slanted down.
The villagers began to scream and then ran away.
It’s too late, boom!
Flames shot up into the sky, and a huge rotor flew out, sweeping across the entire venue.
Crowds of people fell like wheat being harvested, and blood flowed like a river.
Satya was stunned watching from a distance. He shuddered with fear and then ran towards the venue.
"Brother! Brother!" he shouted, jumping up and down anxiously.
The scene was in chaos, with people dead and wounded. The Socialist Party organizers also surrounded the helicopter and shouted, but no one dared to move forward.
Only after the flames that shot up into the sky died down did people move forward cautiously.
What's there to see? There's not a single complete person in it.
(End of this chapter)
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