Chapter 345: Crumbly
If we want to promote the expansion of pagers in the Indian market, it is not enough to just solve the hardware manufacturing problem, the supporting communication system must also keep up.
Ron was going to visit an official at the telephone company. It would be great if he could get their base station plan, which would save a lot of trouble.
If you want to start a business in India, you have to take shortcuts. If you blindly follow the routine of research and development and trial and error, your competitors will be far ahead.
Personal connections are the key to business success or failure.
His Mercedes was navigating the crowded streets of Mumbai but was soon stuck.
Ron glanced outside and saw a large group of people gathered in front of him. They looked very panicked, gesticulating and shouting something, and the police were sweating profusely.
"What happened?" he asked.
"Master, it's an elephant." Anil turned around and answered.
"elephant?"
"Yes, there was an elephant that went crazy and was wreaking havoc on the streets."
Ron lowered the window and looked up. The sound of an elephant's roar was heard, and the crowd began to stir.
Soon the huge monster appeared in sight. Its ears were bigger than palm-leaf fans, and wherever its long curved tusks pointed, the crowd fled in all directions.
The elephant's trunk gently rolled over, and the mango stall next to it collapsed. The vendor burst into tears in anger, but he could only worry.
The police chased and shouted at the elephant with a stick, and the elephant suddenly broke into a run with its trunk swinging.
It trampled down houses and swept up trees along the way. The crowd screamed and told the people in the houses to escape.
Several policemen, sweating profusely, picked up the walkie-talkie and called for help. The situation was completely beyond their control.
Seeing that the elephant was about to hit the electric pole on the roadside, a policeman took out a pistol from his waist in a hurry, a very old revolver.
After a "pop" sound, the elephant was completely unaware and pushed the concrete electric pole straight up and down.
The crowd was shouting and the police were cursing angrily.
The pistol didn't work, so the police brought a rifle.
Ron glanced at it and almost laughed out loud.
If he was not mistaken, it was still an antique Lee-Enfield rifle from World War I.
The policeman stopped a few steps away, then tore open the cover on his shoulder, took out the heavy rifle and loaded it.
Because he was in a panic, he tried several times but failed to load the bullet. By the time he was ready to raise the gun to his chest, the elephant had already run away.
He trotted over and aimed the sight on the gun barrel at the target, but the elephant suddenly turned its head and frightened him and stumbled.
"The police in Mumbai are all good-for-nothings." Anil wished he could take action himself.
"They're just patrolmen, don't expect too much." Ron watched the fun with relish.
As they were talking, they heard the sound of police car sirens from behind, and three Maruti Suzukis with flashing police lights passed them and stopped outside the crowd.
The first person to get off the car was none other than Ron's old friend Aggie.
Apparently, he also noticed the Mercedes here. Ron's car was easy to recognize because the license plate started with "SUR".
Aijie first said a few words to the people around him, and then walked over here.
Ron also got off the car. They hadn't seen each other for a while.
"Why did you handle it yourself?"
"If I don't come again, your TV station will broadcast it live right away."
Ron laughed. The timeliness of Sun TV's news was absolutely top-notch.
Sanjeev, who was in charge of news, cultivated a large number of informants throughout the city of Mumbai and attacked almost everywhere.
Before they had even spoken a few words, a news broadcast truck with "Sun TV" printed on it drove over.
"What are you going to do with this elephant, with a gun?"
"There were too many people, it was unsafe, and we contacted the vet."
Veterinarians from the Bombay Zoo had just arrived with the car. They were very experienced in dealing with this kind of situation and assembled a tranquilizer gun in just a few minutes.
Then, without waiting for the elephant to continue going crazy, he shot a needle into the neck behind the big, fan-shaped ears.
The panting elephant immediately became quiet, then could no longer move and slowly lay down.
Ajie's arrangements were very thoughtful. After the elephant fell completely into a coma, a crane came forward to lift it onto a large truck.
The passersby who came to watch the excitement were all very excited and were reluctant to leave for a long time.
A police officer came over with an embarrassed look on his face and said to Ajie with a red face: "Sir, it happened suddenly just now. I shot the elephant."
"I see."
"Sir, the elephant doesn't seem to be injured."
"Um?"
"Maybe it has thick skin and tough flesh." The policeman guessed.
Aijer told someone to tell the veterinarian about the incident and asked them to take a closer look.
If an elephant is injured, it may continue to go crazy after waking up.
The veterinarian and his men climbed onto the truck and began to examine the elephant's body. After searching for a long time, they did not find any gunshot wounds.
"The elephant's skin is thick. Please be sure to search inch by inch. The bullet must be stuck somewhere." Aijie emphasized again.
But still nothing. The veterinarian checked very carefully and found no suspicious signs such as white marks.
Aijie asked someone to check the shooting site and soon got some results.
The bullet lodged squarely in the door of a small drugstore, not far from where the elephant fell.
"You didn't hit him?" Aijie looked at the patrolman in disbelief.
"Sir, I may not have seen clearly."
"How far away were you from the elephant when you fired?"
"About this far." The patrolman gestured with his arms open.
Ron estimated that the distance was no more than two meters.
The shooting skills of the Mumbai police are really terrible.
"You see, the accuracy of some of our police officers is not as reliable as that of gangster gunmen." Aijie also sighed.
"Don't you guys train regularly?" Ron asked curiously.
“Funding has always been lacking, and we can only guarantee training for occasional experts.”
Ajay said that the weapons and laboratories of the Mumbai police are outdated and are still at the level of decades ago.
The Daud gang obtains AK-47 rifles and grenades from the markets on the Baba Sheep and Arab borders, and their automatic rifles are equipped with silencers.
But the Bombay police, as Ron had just seen, were still using antiques from World War I.
"After the Indian army upgraded their equipment, their old weapons were eliminated and given to us." Aijie shook his head. "Our revolvers are obviously not enough."
When he first joined the police force, every time there was a shift change, Aijie would take off his service gun and give it to the officer who took over.
That old-fashioned Lee-Enfield rifle, before the police officer could prepare the shooting steps, the gangsters had already fled to Dubai.
Even if the suspect is arrested and the murder weapon is found, the auxiliary system that Edge can rely on to convict the suspect, from forensic laboratories to law enforcement equipment to local prosecutors, is not up to standard.
"Foreign media outlets accuse us of having no human rights. They don't realize that police confessions of suspects in the UK and US are accepted in court, but not in Mumbai. The government also gives us the worst lawyers, and the performance of private practitioners is dismal because the mafia has poached all the best lawyers with high salaries."
Aijie complained that the police had no choice but to torture the suspects.
This is the only way they can quickly obtain clues and solve the case.
Because the court rarely accepts the testimony given by the suspect in the middle of the trial, it is impossible to convict him.
In order to increase the case closure rate, the police will only hand the case over to the court after it has been proven to be a solid case.
There is no doubt that this kind of corporal torture also brings another problem, that is, the suspect is accidentally killed.
This year alone, the death rate in Mabang Prison ranks first in the country, with more than 200 cases.
This figure has increased by 500% compared to last year, with a full 200 people tortured to death in detention, a record that far exceeds even many military dictatorships.
But according to a report issued by the police, only 15 of the 200 custodial deaths in Mabang Prison were caused by "police intervention", while the rest were caused by "falling from the bed" or "being knocked down by others."
It’s the Indian version of hide and seek, those who understand will understand.
Ron also understands why the death rate of suspects in Mabang Prison has soared this year, as Ajay has been dedicated to fighting the gang war in the past year.
You expect the police to be polite to those gunmen who have so much blood on their hands? They are murderers without blinking an eye.
They kill people just like killing chickens, even more cold-blooded than treating animals.
Those media are just looking for trouble. Don’t they know what kind of country India is?
Return human rights, this word also conflicts with India!
Well, although Sun TV also reported on this issue, Ron still had to take action.
However, thanks to his brilliant performance during this period, the word "deputy" in front of Ajie's title was finally removed.
He became the inspector general of the Bombay Police, with half of Bombay under his jurisdiction.
"Can't you apply for some funds to improve the team's equipment?" Ron felt that his power was enough.
"Man, in this era of economic globalization, the police force is still a non-profit organization. Who would be willing to invest more money in it?"
Well, even the police force is talking about economic benefits, which shows the capitalization of Mumbai.
"I'm planning to set up a charity fund and see if I can cooperate with your police department."
"Charity Fund?"
"Yes, in the name of Soul Electric."
"Brother, other people do charity work in hospitals and other places, why do you want to invest in the police force?" Ai Jieqi asked.
"The hospital does it too. Anyway, I have the final say." Ron shrugged.
"Okay, I'll take it as a favor." Of course, Aijie knew that this was for his sake.
Otherwise, if you have nothing better to do, donate money to the police.
In India, people, rich or poor, try to avoid and stay away from the police station.
Sun TV had previously done a report on criminal investigation.
A boss's accountant swindled him out of 45 lakhs and went into hiding in the East. He called the police, who arrested the accountant's sister.
She had nothing to do with the case, but they detained her for twenty days just to force her brother to show up quickly.
When the boss went to the police station, the officer in charge of the case informed him that "the woman is still there" and said "you can do whatever you want to her."
This blatant insinuation left the Sun TV reporters dumbfounded.
The boss knew that there was a reporter visiting incognito, so he naturally didn't dare to act rashly.
He was even worried about the safety of the innocent woman and had to hire someone to guard the police station day and night to prevent the girl from being harmed by law enforcement officers.
This is the Indian police station, and it’s in the metropolitan city of Mumbai. I can’t even imagine what it’s like in other places.
The street farce ended and Ron got in the car and left.
His work is not yet finished, and Indian mobile communications should also be put on the agenda.
(End of this chapter)
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