Chapter 357: Each with His Own Thoughts
The bell for the master's room rang, and the servant had to respond immediately.
The optimal time is three minutes to get upstairs, after which the owner's patience wears out.
When Barum arrived in New Delhi not long ago, the first skill he mastered was to always pay attention to the buzzer.
When he came out of the elevator, Satya was still packing her things.
"Barum, drive to the exit of Building B of Green Apartments immediately." He handed over a black luggage bag.
"Yes, Master."
The travel bag was heavy, just like the black bags that sat on the back seats of countless cars in New Delhi.
Those cars had only one destination, either the minister's mansion or that official's residence.
What's inside? Barum lowered his head, not daring to let his imagination run wild.
He took his things and went downstairs, got into the Honda as instructed, then drove up a slope and saw the first rays of sunlight of the day.
The well-dressed Satya was already standing at the door, chatting with a neighbor, chattering non-stop.
Seeing Barum coming, he waved goodbye to his neighbor and got into the car.
“To the BJP headquarters, Balram. We were there the other day. I hope you don’t get lost this time.”
"I won't let you down this time, Master."
It was rush hour in Delhi that morning, and the roads were crammed with cars, bicycles, motorcycles, tuk-tuks, and black taxis, all jockeying for lanes.
Misty blue smoke rose up, and people pulled the towels around their chins up to cover their mouths and noses.
The air pollution in New Delhi is a cause for concern. According to newspaper reports, many people have developed asthma and bronchitis as a result.
Of course, people sitting in the car don’t need to breathe the air outside. The car has fresh and clean air filtered by the air conditioner.
The rich rolled their dark-tinted windows up and their cars rolled like black eggs on Delhi's roads.
From time to time, one or two eggs would crack open, and a woman's arm would emerge from inside, with a dazzling bracelet on her wrist, throwing a mineral water bottle onto the road.
Then the car window rolled up and the egg closed again.
The road was filled with these round black eggs all the way to Mount Renagar where the Capitol was located.
"Barum, are you lost again?"
"I'm sorry, Master."
Barum was ashamed; he had often been mesmerized by the roundabouts of New Delhi.
He betrayed his master's trust, just when he had made a solemn promise.
"Turn left ahead. Remember, don't get lost again."
"Yes, Master."
Barum glanced at the rearview mirror as his master took out the black, magical thing.
What's it called? Oh, right, a cell phone!
He didn't know why it was called this strange name, but in short, the mobile phone was a magical thing.
With it, you can make a phone call anytime, anywhere, even when you go to the bathroom.
No wires are needed, just a few taps of your finger and the call is connected.
Barum was very curious and puzzled. He really couldn't understand how the call was connected.
Satya was sitting in the back seat talking on the phone, and Barum could only hear fragments of her words.
"She's gone crazy, trying to get involved in every business. I tell you, this is a political issue. We don't need to pay attention to them, we should deliberately keep our distance. Don't complain about dealing with that villain. In Uttar Pradesh, you have no choice. But don't be afraid, she will definitely mess everything up. I have a hunch. We don't need to rush in first, someone will be unable to resist first. Those guys are old hands in this business. The guy you found is unreliable. He's an oily idiot."
Suddenly, someone tapped Barum on the shoulder.
"Lost your way again? Do you think you can get to the BJP headquarters without making the wrong move 17 or 18 times today?"
Satya sighed and leaned back in her seat.
"I shouldn't have brought you here. You're hopeless. You can't even read the street signs or tell left from right."
"I'm sorry, Master. I know how to get out now."
Barum adjusted the direction in time, and the call in the back row continued.
He knew that his master was on the phone with his subordinates in Uttar Pradesh, a habit he did every day.
The current discussion is about using a sum of money to buy an apartment in Gurgaon to serve as the Socialist Party's office here.
It is an area where foreigners gather and has embassies of various countries. It is very international.
It is said that ten years ago Gurgaon was a barren land with only buffaloes and fat Punjabi farmers.
Today it has become the most modern satellite city in Delhi, with major companies such as American Express and Microsoft setting up offices here.
There are large shopping malls on both sides of the main roads here, and there are cinemas in each shopping mall!
Placing the Socialist Party office here will not only make it easier to reach foreign journalists, but will also be beneficial to its own publicity.
"Idiot!" Satya slapped Barum from behind. He couldn't stand it any longer. "Wrong way again!"
"I'm sorry, Master."
"If you take another wrong turn, you'll be back in the Filth, Barum."
This time he made the right choice, and soon the car stopped outside the BJP's lotus-shaped building.
Balum wanted to open the door for his master, but this time Satya got out first.
He was as quick as a servant hearing the doorbell and rushing to the elevator, and also faster than a dog.
"Mr. Sur! Why didn't you tell me when you returned to New Delhi? Just give me a call and I'll come over anytime, anywhere."
Ah, it's Mr. Soul.
Barum saw his master Satya through the car window and ran to Mr. Sur with great enthusiasm.
He clasped his hands together, a flattering smile on his face.
Barum was very familiar with this smile. The people in the servants' quarters had the same expression when they saw their master.
"Mr. Soul, I brought you a few bottles of whiskey, imported goods."
Satya winked over here, and Barum was startled. It turned out that it was wine!
For some reason, Bloom suddenly felt relieved.
He felt both relieved and terrified.
Barum picked up the black travel bag from the back row and walked forward quickly, his chest pounding violently.
This time he wasn't afraid, but excited.
Mr. Soul, the sun of the filthy land!
There are so many legends about him, and they can all be attributed to one thing: he was a great and good man!
But this was not what excited Barum. He felt that the most dazzling halo about Mr. Soul was that he was a great master!
What master in the world would not only give his servant freedom, but also allow him to become a minister respected by countless people?
No! At least Barum had never heard of such a master, and perhaps there had never been such a master in Indian history.
It would be great if my master was Mr. Sur.
Barum handed over the travel bag, bent down and touched Mr. Sur's feet, then slowly backed away.
His body was shaking uncontrollably and he almost cried.
He was sure that if Mr. Soul ordered him to do anything now, Barum would not refuse.
"Satya, I didn't expect you to be in New Delhi." Ron stretched his neck lazily. The servants below would take the travel bag and other things.
"Mr. Sur, there are people in Uttar Pradesh who dislike me."
"We all want to make Uttar Pradesh a better place. We should unite and communicate more."
“Yes, you are right, long live India!”
Satya shouted a slogan in a realistic manner, which is the most commonly used salute by Indian officials, police and soldiers.
It's roughly like raising your arms at a 45-degree angle and yelling "Hail Hydra!"
The two men came to the BJP headquarters today not to reminisce about the past, but because they had serious business to attend to.
Ron is eyeing Bihar and needs Satya's connections.
To be precise, it is the relationship between the Socialist Party and Yadavs. Not only do they have a large population in Uttar Pradesh, they are also the largest caste group in Bihar.
So naturally, there are socialist parties there too. But the socialist parties in Bihar and Uttar Pradesh are not the same.
Bihar established its own socialist party entirely based on the Uttar Pradesh model.
Their ideologies, party rules, and governing methods are so similar that they could be called twins.
But the socialists in Bihar are taking an independent and autonomous approach and have no affiliation with Uttar Pradesh.
To put it bluntly, it's a copycat.
Since they are all Yadavs, just copy the homework.
The Socialist Party in Uttar Pradesh is not angry either. After all, they are all from the Yadav caste and have no conflicts of interest.
On the contrary, the two parties can usually help and support each other in the Senate in New Delhi.
Not only are they not bad, they are also good allies.
If Ron wants to expand his business to Bihar, the Socialist Party is the best bridge, and Satya's value is highlighted.
Given the current political environment in Uttar Pradesh, he is certainly willing to help.
Not only can he establish a relationship with Suer, but it can also greatly consolidate his position in the party.
After the elder brother's death, the younger brother succeeded him. Satya took over the position of party leader temporarily, and his foundation was still shallow.
If he can gain a greater buffer for the Socialist Party's situation by making friends with the Sur family, his influence and voice in the party will increase dramatically.
Of course, these alone are not enough to make Satya work hard to build relationships with the socialists in Bihar.
He also made a small request, which was to ask Ron to introduce him to important members of the Indian Party.
It’s not Singh from Uttar Pradesh, his influence is not big enough, it has to be the relationship with the BJP headquarters.
Anyone with a keen political sense can see the rise of the BJP across the country.
The Socialist Party had a lot of unpleasantness with the BJP in Uttar Pradesh before, and this time Satya is ready to ease the relationship between them.
It was heard that the female Dalit minister had displeased the top brass of the BJP, and this was his opportunity.
If the Socialist Party befriends the BJP, the Bahasa Samajwadi Party will naturally be excluded.
Satya is very good at stealing girls. His methods are gentler than his brother's, but also more deadly.
The alliance's fortress always collapses from within.
Satya will definitely make that Dalit woman alienated by her friends and relatives.
Ron could probably guess, but he didn't care.
The BJP is also in a strong position in Bihar, and having contact with them through Daxian is a double insurance.
(End of this chapter)
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