Chapter 338 The Miracle of Democracy
Ron first met with the Minister of Power in New Delhi. With Mo Daxian acting as the go-between, he didn't have to look for any middleman at all.
He could talk directly to the key person and save himself a lot of trouble.
After the Rolex package was served, the problem was easily solved.
The government has always encouraged capital to enter the power industry, and the Sur Power Plant plan submitted by Ron is exactly the infrastructure project that Uttar Pradesh urgently needs.
The Ministry of Electric Power welcomed this project and without any delay, they stamped the license on the spot.
Since the government encourages it, will the license be issued without any benefits?
Sorry, in India, giving gifts may not necessarily get you things done, but not giving gifts will definitely lead to failure.
Ron didn't mind this, so he just treated it as a way to maintain his network of contacts.
After securing the much-needed electricity license and having it sent back to Uttar Pradesh, Ron took Munna to visit other ministers.
"Sir, we have already finished our business, why do we have to meet those irrelevant ministers?" Muna was puzzled.
"These are the people we should meet. Don't be stingy with your greetings. They might come in handy someday."
"Do you want to see everyone?"
"Yes, if you meet one, you have to meet the other. Otherwise, people will wonder why he didn't come to see me? Does he look down on me, or deliberately forget me? Then I'll give him some trouble!"
“It’s so complicated.”
“If you want to develop in India, you have to meet all the people you shouldn’t meet, in addition to the people you should meet.”
"Someone I shouldn't be meeting?"
"Those middlemen, you can treat them as corrupt politicians."
In India, people with bad moral character often enter politics, while people with integrity and good character have a slimmer chance of success in politics.
Muna found this point easy to understand.
This is evident no where better than in Uttar Pradesh. As a state government official, who doesn't have two cases on his hands?
When visiting the ministers' residences, Muna saw an architectural style that was completely different from that of the shopping mall.
He thought that after being exposed to shopping malls, he would no longer be surprised by buildings or the like.
But the official residences of those ministers always appear before your eyes in ways you can't imagine.
Muna saw a courtyard with a swimming pool. The water there was cleaner than any river he had ever seen in his life. He even wanted to lie down and drink a sip. It must be very sweet!
There was also a house with a playground built in the garden, just to amuse the minister's naughty grandson.
A TV bigger than a table, a wine cellar filled with countless bottles of whiskey, and a glass-enclosed garden.
Muna suddenly felt that the shopping mall was shabby and that these ministers probably would not go to such a place.
What surprised him even more was that in New Delhi, there were 204 official residences of similar style, which were residences allocated by the government to senior officials.
The same minister does not even have a flat allotted to him by the state government in Lucknow.
Muna observed carefully and found that every minister had a fat and big-eared assistant.
The layers of fat that were piled up and looked rotten were even worse than the pigs in Kana Village.
He also discovered that when the assistants or ministers learned that the person coming to visit was Ron Suhl, they all became extremely enthusiastic.
"Do you know why they're interested in me?"
"Sir, why?"
"Because I'm the one who can send them money, huge amounts of dirty money."
"Don't the Delhi police care about black money? Aren't those ministers afraid?"
"You think they care? People in the industry will say, 'This guy is a complete liar. It would be embarrassing if others saw us dealing with him.'
They don't say that, they just say, 'This guy is perfect, he can offer us a lot of money, he has connections. '"
"But they seem to be too enthusiastic, like a dog meeting its owner."
Ron laughed, much to Muna's confusion.
"Do you know why they are like this? Because my money is far more than they can imagine, and it even scares them. They have heard of me, and they must have heard of me. My name is circulated in New Delhi. Most importantly, I have a lot of votes, a lot of votes."
Muna seemed to understand, but he didn't quite understand what was going on. He had only a vague understanding of wealth, but he knew a lot about votes.
Perhaps what ministers mean by connections is the ability to provide funds for party workers, food for volunteers, and vehicles for everyone's travel.
In addition, political parties need people with connections to pay for campaign rallies, public gatherings, advertising, and entertainment events.
Muna had seen this scene in Lucknow. Thousands of polling booths had to be set up in each city constituency, and the funding alone was a frightening figure.
They went to meet the Minister of Agriculture and Farmers' Welfare today. From the name, we can know that this department is in charge of agricultural policies, including but not limited to providing various subsidies and loans.
Uttar Pradesh is a major agricultural state, and Muna, the Minister of Development of Backward Areas, is a perfect fit for extortion.
Ron will lead him in this round, but he will have to rely on himself from now on.
I heard that this minister is from Bihar, I hope he won't make any excessive demands.
Their car was parked outside the gate of a fortress-like building, where armed soldiers were standing guard.
Ron got out of the car, but after taking only two steps, he suddenly stopped.
Next to them, the door of another car opened and an unexpected acquaintance got out.
"Satya?"
"Mr. Soul, what a coincidence!"
That person was Yadav's younger brother, the current leader of the Socialist Party.
No, he is now synonymous with Yadav, the new Yadav.
Although Ron had a quarrel with the dead man Yadav before, he has a good relationship with Satya.
During the Uttar Pradesh elections, he even provided the other party with Rs 4 million in campaign funds.
"Are you here to visit Minister Larue as well?" Ron asked.
“Yes, he is one of the leaders of the All India Yadav League.”
"Oh," Ron suddenly remembered that the minister's last name was also Yadav, "what a surprise."
"Mr. Sur, may I ask why you are here?" Satya was very enthusiastic and proactive.
"You know about Purvancha. It's very backward. Without New Delhi's help, it will never be able to shake off its reputation as a filthy place."
"Well, I happen to have some connections with Minister Larue, so maybe I can help Minister Halvey get some subsidies."
Satya looked at Munna with a smile, and there was none of the tense atmosphere that existed when the two parties were campaigning in Uttar Pradesh.
"That would be great, wouldn't it, Muna?" Ron looked around.
“Yes, it will be easier with Mr. Yadav’s help.”
Muna has a keen political sense and he was not naive enough to think that the two parties would become enemies after the last election.
In politics, enemies and friends can sometimes become each other in a matter of a moment.
Ron never regarded the Socialist Party as an enemy. In Uttar Pradesh, he either cooperated with one party or another.
He is a businessman who only speculates and does not take sides.
Especially after learning that Satya had contact with Yadav from Bihar, he was more willing to maintain their relationship.
Why? Because Bihar is located in the eastern part of Uttar Pradesh, where coal is abundant and its mineral resources are many times richer than Sonbhadra.
If he wants to continue expanding his building materials and power business, Bihar is the best choice.
Look, isn’t the basis for their cooperation here?
Needless to say, Satya knows that his foundation in the party is still shallow and he needs strong external support.
Maintaining a good relationship with Sur will only benefit you.
He was also sure that the Dalit woman minister would mess things up.
The two sides were in love with each other and almost chatted and laughed as they entered Minister Lalu's residence together.
Ron didn't bring any money this time. He just handed over his business card and said that he might go to Bihar to invest in mines, and the deal was done.
Minister Lalu is from Bihar and he understands Ron's subtext. There is still a long way to go.
Of course, Satya’s mediation was also very important. He brought the two sides closer together and established a foundation of trust from the very beginning.
Muna was carried throughout the match, a perfect match. Not only did he show his face in front of Lalu, he also received a promise from him.
In the future, he can come here with a note to apply for subsidies. The amount is not much, but it is enough for him to do something.
Only with money can you train your own team and do something for the voters in Pufancha District.
This can consolidate the Progressive Party's rule in the local area and then grow stronger step by step.
Politics, wonderful stuff.
After this incident, Munna also got involved with Satya.
They got along pretty well. They were both newcomers to politics and came from grassroots backgrounds.
The Progressive Party can cooperate with the Popular Socialist Party, and of course it will be able to cooperate with the Socialist Party in the future.
As I said, there are no eternal enemies.
What surprised Munna was that the servants around Satya kept staring at him.
He had never seen the other person before and didn't know where this gaze came from.
But Muna didn't care, he had already rushed out of the filthy place in his heart.
What Muna didn't know was that the servant who was watching him was called Barum.
Yes, that Bloom who took the blame for Satya, the loyal servant of the Yadav family - Barum.
He didn't die, nor was he arrested, it was as if nothing had happened!
Surprising, isn't it?
The founder and leader of the Socialist Party and former chief minister died tragically, and the serious accident that caused the deaths of more than 60 villagers was ultimately left unresolved.
God knows how the Uttar Pradesh police conducted the investigation. They didn't even ask Balum to take a statement.
After signing the statement, Barum stayed in his dim servant's room for three whole days.
He sat in the mosquito net with his legs bent and his knees drawn to his chest, too frightened to leave the room.
No one came to ask him to drive, and no one came to see him.
Until one day Satya knocked on his door impatiently and asked him to pack his car and go to New Delhi.
Barum had no idea what mood he was in when he walked out of the room.
Maybe it's surviving a disaster, or maybe it's crying in pain.
He later heard that the case had been closed and it was just an ordinary helicopter accident.
No one investigated, no one protested, and the only one who was frightened was Barum.
What a fucking joke!
He had seen an even bigger joke today: that Harvi, his former slave, had become a minister in Uttar Pradesh!
Barum knew him and everyone in Kana Village.
Their family are boatmen on a tributary of the Ganges. The Nishadhas are a fishing caste who have lived by the water for generations.
When Barum was little, he followed his father and rowed for Harvey countless times.
Later, he begged his family to sign him up for driving lessons, and only then was he able to leave the filthy place and eventually work as a driver for the Yadav family.
Barum could hardly believe his eyes before. The kid whose home was like a pigsty actually became a minister?
What a fucking joke!
No, it is a miracle of democracy!
(End of this chapter)
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