Chapter 356: Deception
After Ron took Isha away, Sunita was of course very anxious, but she took out her anger on Ishan.
As the second driver of the Sur family, Ishan is considered tall. But in front of Sunita, he is no different from pinching a chicken.
She dragged Yi Shang directly to a nearby alley and executed him on the spot.
Not satisfied with just one time, she ordered Yi Shang not to stop until she was satisfied.
As a result, when Ron saw Yi Shang again in the evening, he needed someone to help him walk.
"Young Master!" Yi Shang trembled and his lips turned pale.
"Thank you for your hard work, Yishang." Ron patted his shoulder solemnly, as if he was ready to use him again.
"For you, I can do anything."
He was very excited, wondering if the young master was going to arrange other things for him.
I heard that Muna was just a servant of the young master before, but after being reused, he became a minister!
If you can
"From now on, that mountain of meat will be handed over to you." Ron was very optimistic about him.
"Ah?" Yi Shang was stunned.
"Anyway, I'll be staying in New Delhi for a while."
Once the situation in Tamil Nadu eased, Ron was no longer so anxious.
As long as Jayalalithaa does not plead guilty and the property issue is completely muddied, the court will ultimately be unable to convict her.
It's better to delay it and let the public opinion on Kavya ferment for a while. Maybe it will be easier to resolve later.
Back at his villa, Ron prepared to see how his business empire developed in North India.
He is not worried about the cement plant in Mirzapur, but mainly about the new mining center in Sonbhadra, the power plant in Lucknow and the five-star hotel in Varanasi.
These are all new projects that are happening all over the place, requiring coordinated human and material resources on a historical scale.
Especially for the power plant in Lucknow, since it is built near the state capital, the brutal land acquisition policies used in the east cannot be used.
Ron spent tens of millions of rupees just to coordinate the surrounding land.
If this happened in the east, he wouldn't spend a penny, and at most he would arrange for the families whose land was expropriated to work in the factory.
From the end of the election in April at the beginning of the year to now in December, more than half a year has passed before the foundation of the power plant was completed.
This is considered efficient in Uttar Pradesh, but Ron is still not satisfied.
When he built the cement plant in Mirzapur, he hired a professional construction team from Odisha.
Odisha has abundant mineral resources, so the supporting industries related to mineral development are also well developed.
The power plant built in Lucknow this time is different. In addition to some professional facilities, many basic projects are undertaken by Sur's own construction company.
This is also to train the team's coordination ability. As long as the design and supervision are strict, the quality of the project will be guaranteed.
In fact, at this stage, many buildings in the Persian Gulf are being built by Indian workers.
It’s not that Indians are unreliable at their jobs. The contractors are the ones who should be blamed for those shoddy projects.
Because none of them does not cut corners, and the more ruthless ones dare to use one tenth of the project funds to build what is on the drawings.
It's good enough that this thing can stand up. It's normal for it to fall down after two or three days.
The lower-level workers know nothing and just do whatever their boss tells them to do.
Ron's sense of urgency stems from the fact that Adani in Gujarat also started entering the private power sector this year.
Coincidentally, I invested in this business almost at the same time as Ron.
His power plant mainly serves his own docks, but Ron knows that Adani will continue to expand in the future.
His docks could handle a steady supply of coal, and he had ample resources to develop the power industry.
Gujarat's development is also accelerating, requiring a large amount of electricity supply, and power plants will be in high demand for a long time to come.
Having tasted the sweetness, Adani will not hesitate to make a big move into the power industry.
Tsk, to be honest, this is the path Ron planned to take as well.
His target was Tamil Nadu, where his port of Ennore was located.
If the time was right, he would have done it in Gujarat as well.
Unfortunately, Adani has a keen sense of smell.
India has a population of over one billion, so it's normal that there will always be a few courageous people.
Ron sat in the study and looked through the report at hand.
Before I could read a few words, the phone on the desk rang again.
I picked it up and saw it was Isa.
"Ron, Ron, are you asleep?"
"No."
"I'm so happy today."
"Yes, the dress you are wearing today is very beautiful."
"whee."
"How is everything going at home?"
"Dad is drunk! I'm the biggest master!"
Ron chuckled. He could even imagine Isa's expression of relief and pride at that moment.
"Where's Sunita?"
"She's more eager than I am for us to meet."
Ron finally couldn't help laughing, and Yi Shang's trembling face appeared in front of him again.
Well, it seems that Yi Shang is still very loyal as a servant.
Ron taught Isa many tricks on how to control servants, but none of them were used.
All his rich experience in controlling subordinates was in vain, after all, it was no match for the relationship between men and women.
"I'm in New Delhi lately. If you want to hang out, feel free to message me."
"The day after tomorrow?" Isa probed cautiously.
"I originally had an appointment with a minister the day after tomorrow."
"All right."
"But for Isa, even the most important minister becomes unimportant."
"You're so nice, Ron!" Isa was lying alone on the bed in the room, rolling back and forth in joy.
"When there's a chance, I'll take you to Dubai."
"Okay!" Isa was looking forward to it.
After replying a few messages, Ron put his phone on the table.
It's so easy to coax a little girl.
I have to say that text messages are very harmful to young boys and girls.
It is different from face-to-face conversations, as there is ample time for both parties to imagine various plots.
Especially for a girl like Isa, text messages are novel, faster than writing letters, and addictive.
Although Ron had put his phone down, it was still ticking.
This made him feel uneasy even when looking at the report. Sometimes he really wanted to pick up his phone and make a call, but he couldn't bear to destroy Isa's beautiful fantasy of love.
Forget it, once we get to know each other better, I'll just call her and ask her out.
That silly girl may not have realized yet that mobile phones are used to make calls.
But speaking of calls, Ron picked up his phone again and dialed a number.
He had to call Satya and talk about Bihar.
It is true that the Socialist Party suffered a crushing defeat in the general election, but it still holds fifty or sixty seats in parliament.
There are more than 400 members of parliament, accounting for one-seventh.
This is the significance of the existence of the opposition party. They can supervise the decision-making of the ruling party to a certain extent.
Lucknow has more than two dozen ministers and many administrative posts, and most of the opposition is concentrated there.
So Satya's failure to be selected does not mean that he has nothing to do.
Ron planned to move him to New Delhi to meet with the Bihar minister.
Coincidentally, Satya was recently in New Delhi.
He knew that he would be marginalized in Uttar Pradesh, and that the Dalit woman had just won and would definitely show off everywhere.
Satya was too lazy to look at her dark face and simply came to Delhi to make some connections.
Moreover, the Bahasa Samajwadi Party, the BJP and the Progressive Party have only recently reached a cooperative relationship, and cracks in the alliance have not appeared so quickly.
Satya knew that he had no chance for the time being, so he chose to lie low.
He would go out every day, either to attend a salon or a cocktail party, or simply to create an opportunity to meet an official by chance.
Barum became his full-time driver in New Delhi. Whenever the doorbell in the basement rang, he would rush upstairs immediately.
These new apartment buildings in New Delhi also have exclusive servants' rooms, which are dirty and messy basements.
The servants ate, entertained and slept here. When they played cards, they would listen to the doorbell.
If the owner upstairs needs anything, all he has to do is press the doorbell.
The servants would rush to the board on the wall, see which house's number had a flashing red light, and then know which house was summoning servants upstairs.
Barum has just moved in here and is still a newcomer.
Newcomers are the object of ridicule anywhere in this world.
He went down two flights of stairs and opened the door to the servants' quarters.
As soon as the door opened, the servants inside burst into screaming and laughter.
A driver with vitiligo on his lips was sitting among them and was the one laughing the loudest.
Yes, it was Muna’s servant Kishan, the vitiligo driver he met at the beginning.
It was so strange that Barum also met him, and their masters lived in the same apartment building.
The vitiligo driver played the same trick again, using his identity as a filthy person to get close to Barum.
They are fellow villagers, so it is normal for them to let down their guard.
He told the servants in the basement all the questions Barum had asked.
What's the problem? It was outside an office building.
Barum, like Kishan, Muna's servant, was curious about those glass-walled buildings.
He pointed to a building covered in posters of beautiful women and asked, "This is a shopping mall. What about the building on the left? Is it also a shopping mall? Why doesn't it have posters of beautiful women?"
"This isn't a shopping mall, Country Mouse. This is an office building. You can make calls to America from here."
"What's the call?"
"I don't know. My master's daughter works in a building like this. I take her to work at eight o'clock every night and leave at two o'clock in the morning.
I know she's making tons of money here because I see her spending all day in the mall buying things."
The driver with vitiligo moved closer to Barum, his lips only a few centimeters away. "I'm telling you, don't tell anyone. I always think this is a bit strange. A girl goes to work in a building so late at night and comes out the next morning with a lot of money."
He winked at Barum. "Any questions, Country Mouse? You're a curious fellow."
Barum looked at a girl who had just come out of the mall.
"Well, Country Mouse? Do you like her?"
Barum blushed. "Do city girls like her also have armpit and leg hair like country girls?"
Well, this is why everyone is laughing, the vitiligo driver said all of this.
Not only did they laugh wildly, but they also came over one by one, touched Barum's hair, patted him on the back, and called him a "country bumpkin who has never seen the world."
Servants always want to insult other servants.
It is in their nature, just as Alsatian dogs like to attack strangers, they like to attack acquaintances.
From that moment on, Barum made up his mind never to tell anyone his thoughts in the city of Delhi, especially his servants.
He even wanted to move into a separate room and not live with them.
But before he could ask, the doorbell on the wall rang. It was the owner's room number!
Barum ran towards the elevator faster than a dog.
(End of this chapter)
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