Chapter 332 Big News
No one expected that Yadav would crash his plane, especially at a large gathering.
It is said that the helicopter encountered a malfunction when it was taking off, and the pilot's lack of experience and improper operation caused the fuselage to lose balance.
Yadav and his six companions were killed. The out-of-control rotor hit the crowd and killed more than 60 villagers.
The scene was like a Shura hell. Everyone was completely terrified and didn't know what to do.
It was Yadav's younger brother Satya who reacted and called the police immediately.
However, the fastest arrival was not the police, but Sun TV.
Since resuming broadcasting more than half a year ago, Sun TV has expanded extremely rapidly, setting up branches in almost every state in India.
This is due to the wide distribution of Sur TV sets, and the brand linkage has enabled the Sun cable TV network to enter thousands of households.
Uttar Pradesh is the largest state in India, and Sun TV's office in Lucknow is as big as its office in Mumbai.
Unnao, where Yadav crashed, is just outside Lucknow. As soon as the news reached them, TV reporters rushed to the scene.
They ran faster than the police, and it made big news.
In the live broadcast of Sun TV, only an iron frame remained of the helicopter wreckage, and viewers could even see several human-shaped charcoal figures.
As if afraid that people would not be able to tell them apart, the insensitive reporter at the scene pointed to a figure with eight gold rings on one of the fingers and introduced that it was former Chief Minister Yadav.
The scattered human remains in the middle of the venue were all captured by the TV station, and the entire Uttar Pradesh, no, the entire India, watched this scene.
By the time the Socialist Party headquarters and the police finally arrived, Sun TV had even roughly counted the casualties.
Not surprisingly, this big news instantly became the front-page headlines of major newspapers.
Uttar Pradesh general election, the leader of the Socialist Party, large-scale rallies, heavy casualties. There are so many breaking news that no media outlet will miss this news feast.
This incident of course also had an impact on the general election, and the Socialist Party strongly demanded that the Election Commission suspend the voting process in Uttar Pradesh.
But the Bahasa Samajwadi Party and the BJP disagreed, saying that just because you had an accident, you should ask other parties to interrupt the election process.
The two sides argued back and forth for several days, and finally after Satya took over the banner of the Socialist Party, election voting returned to normal.
As Yadav's younger brother, Satya is the most suitable heir to his political legacy. He already has his own constituency, so it is natural for him to take over this time.
As for Yadav's son, he is too young and has no foundation in the party.
Satya's personality is much milder than Yadav's, and many socialists are actually happy for him to become the new generation of party leader.
In this way, Satya, who rushed into the battle, continued to canvass votes in Awadh region.
However, everyone with a discerning eye, including the Socialists, knows that Satya is likely to be just a runner-up this time.
Not to mention his lack of popularity among the people, the compensation for the sixty or seventy casualties caused by the helicopter accident is still at a standstill.
The number of people is too large to be dealt with without tens of millions of rupees. The Socialist Party is unwilling to pay this money, which will further disappoint the people.
Sure enough, just one week later, in mid-March 1997, the counting results of the Uttar Pradesh votes came out.
The Bahasa Samajwadi Party and the BJP won an almost overwhelming victory. The Socialist Party lost all its positions except for Rohilkhand, the back of the boar's neck.
After the election, the first thing the winning party has to do is the swearing-in ceremony of the Chief Minister.
There is no doubt that Mayawati will become the new Chief Minister of Uttar Pradesh and the first Dalit woman to be elected Chief Minister in Indian history.
The political significance of this is so great that major media outlets across the country rushed to Lucknow to report on the grand occasion of the oath-taking day.
Sun TV was close to the water and got the upper hand. Under Ron's operation, it almost became the semi-official media of Uttar Pradesh.
The BJP, the Bahasa Samajwadi Party, the Progressive Party, and several other small parties had already allocated their positions in advance when the election results came out.
On the day of the swearing-in ceremony, everyone took their seats according to their status. Ron deservedly sat in the middle of the first row, and no one raised any objections.
Just kidding, he is an ally of the BJP, the financial backer of the Bahasa Samajwadi Party, and the big boss behind the Progressive Party.
All the political parties with some strength in Uttar Pradesh are his people. What can the opposition party use to fight him?
Well, the biggest opposition party is the Socialist Party. Satya just called him.
Ron crossed his legs leisurely and watched Mayawati, the center of attention, slowly walk onto the stage.
The oath-taking took place in the outer hall of the Lucknow Chief Minister's office, with police and reporters standing on both sides.
Other members of the United Party sat on the chairs below, including the second Adi Aditya and the leader of the Progressive Party, Muna.
Mayawati holds the affidavit documents and starts the process.
"I, Mayawati, solemnly swear in the name of God that I will bear complete allegiance to the Constitution of India as established by law. I will uphold the sovereignty and integrity of India."
After the Chief Minister took the oath, the ministers of each department took turns to come on stage and take the oath.
Aditya was very excited. He was just a municipal commissioner before, and he got the position of Minister of Public Works in his first political career.
This seat carries a lot of weight. Although one cannot directly make major decisions within the state, it is a truly lucrative position.
Most of the infrastructure projects in Uttar Pradesh have to involve him, and he also has the power to submit planning proposals.
The best part is that the management power of bidding and tender awarding is also in his hands, and Aditya knows what to do in the future.
"I will soon come up with a plan to convince the chief minister to build a road from Mirzapur to Sonbhadra."
"Hmm?" Ron looked away from the stage.
"This will open up transportation routes from the family's mines, cement plants, and coal resources directly to Varanasi. Building the road ourselves like we did last year was a waste of money. The best solution is, of course, to use government money."
"It would be great if it passes, but don't force it if it doesn't." Ron chuckled. "Don't forget, you're the Minister of Public Works. Infrastructure in Uttar Pradesh is the biggest part of your business. There's no need to ruin your relationship just for a road."
"I understand. Just focus on the big projects, and everything else will be incidental." Aditya nodded.
"Muna is the most suitable person to handle the development of the eastern region. As the Minister of Development of Backward Areas, he has the right to make such a request. Look, he's in power."
The Progressive Party contributed more than ten seats after all. As the party leader, it is normal for Muna to win a less important ministerial position.
Everyone looked at this young and somewhat over-the-top minister, and they couldn't help but grumble in their hearts, but no one dared to underestimate him.
Everyone knows that it's the Suhr family who supports the Progressive Party. They're just trying to deceive the ignorant masses. Everyone present is a political savvy person, and they know exactly what's going on.
Besides, according to the state government's registration documents, Muna is 24 years old and it is not unacceptable for him to be a nominal minister.
He walked onto the stage and, surprisingly, didn't show any signs of being overly nervous.
Facing the torrent of flashing lights, Muna tried to straighten his back.
Of course he was nervous and excited, but he still tried hard to maintain his composure.
Minister, who would have thought that he, who was a slave a year ago, would become a high-ranking minister in such a dignified manner.
Look, the civil servant who handed him the oath actually bowed to him.
What a great miracle of democracy!
Glancing at the crowded seats in front of him, Muna wanted to grin and shout, "I'm a minister now! Big shot!"
"I, Muna Halvi, solemnly swear"
The power transfer scene in Lucknow was extremely lively.
The Socialist Party, which moved out of here, could only hide in disgrace in its headquarters, a three-story building two streets away.
Satya was sitting at the party leader's desk, on which lay a framed photo of Yadav.
He remained motionless for a long time, without saying a word. After a while, he reached out and touched the photo, then placed it on his chest.
This is a Hindu prayer gesture that shows respect.
"Brother, there is only one chair. It will be my turn to sit after you leave. You can see mom now and tell her that you have fulfilled your promise."
Satya leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes and sighed deeply.
The Socialist Party lost this election and was still overwhelmingly behind, but it doesn't matter.
That Dalit queen has no political ideas of her own. She only uses empty words to deceive the votes of the grassroots people.
This method won't be as useful next time.
The BJP and the Sur family are the key to her becoming the Chief Minister this time.
So. Satya tapped his fingers on the table. If only their alliance fell apart, Mayawati's rule would fall apart.
Satya guessed that within five years, Mayawati's outrageous character would become famous throughout Uttar Pradesh.
They will definitely have conflicts, and that will be the Socialist Party's opportunity.
Well, we have to make arrangements in advance. Satya plans to find an appropriate time to contact the BJP and the Sur family.
We are all playing politics, and interests are the fundamental factor driving alliances.
"Sir, are you looking for me?" Assistant Ramal came in. He was also Yadav and Satya's cousin.
This is the case with politicians’ confidants, either relatives or associates of the same caste.
"Lamar, is everything ready?"
"yes."
"Bring him to me."
Lamar went out and soon brought in another young man.
"Sit, sit, Barum, you're welcome. You are a member of this family!" Satya put on a smile.
The young man named Barum was suddenly filled with pride. He squatted on the floor, as happy as a happy dog, waiting for Satya to say it again.
He was a servant and driver of the Yadav family and had served the two brothers loyally for several years.
There are not many opportunities for private meetings like this, and Barum was very happy.
Satya lit a cigarette, he had never smoked before, and he squinted his eyes and looked at Balum.
"You have to stay at home honestly for the next few days. You can't go anywhere, not even to the streets. This is very important, understand? And you can't say a word about this to anyone."
"Understood, Master."
Satya stared at him for a moment, smoking a cigarette, and then spoke again: "You are part of this family, Balum."
"Yes, Master."
Satya nodded to Lamar beside him and quickly led another person in.
He was wearing a black coat and holding a black briefcase. Inside was a printed sheet of paper, which he took out and read silently.
His lips, stained red by betel nut juice, trembled rapidly, and he handed it to Satya only after confirming that it was correct.
"Sit down, Barum, sit however you are comfortable." Satya said with a smile again.
"Yes, Master."
The servant Barum still squatted on the ground uncomfortably.
"Would you like a betel nut, Balum?" asked Satya.
"No, Master."
"Don't be shy, Barum. You chew betel nut, right?" Satya smiled. He turned to the man in the coat and said, "Give him a betel nut to chew."
The man in the black coat reached into his pocket and took out a piece of green betel nut. Barum reached out to take it, but he threw the betel nut back without even touching Barum's hand.
"Put it in your mouth and chew it, Barum. This is for you."
"Yes, master. It's delicious and chewy. Thank you." He was very happy.
"Let's take our time and explain things clearly, shall we?" said the man in the coat.
As soon as he opened his mouth, the betel nut juice in his mouth almost dripped out.
"Okay." Satya nodded with narrowed eyes.
(End of this chapter)
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