Chapter 358 The Great Master
Barum was bored waiting outside, so he simply took his bucket and went to the faucet on the street to fetch some water.
The Nepalese man guarding the tap was going to charge him three rupees, but in consideration of the betel nut he handed over, he waved his hand and gave him half a bucket of water.
Every day, Barum wipes the car clean inside and out with a soft, damp cloth and burns a stick of incense before the statue of Lakshmi, the goddess of wealth, on the dashboard.
There are two benefits to doing this. First, it can smoke out the mosquitoes that sneak in at night. Second, it can fill the car with the fragrance of religion.
He carefully wiped down the seats, the beautiful plush leather upholstery, and the various buttons.
Then pick up the leather mat under your feet and gently pat off the dust on it.
There were three magnetic stickers of the goddess Kali on the dashboard, and he cleaned them one by one.
There were a few idols placed here by the previous Yadav, but Balum threw them all away.
There was also a stuffed ogre hanging on the rearview mirror, with a long red tongue sticking out.
Satya used it as a good luck charm and loved the way the ogre jumped up and down while he drove.
Balum punched it in the mouth and then wiped it clean.
The next step is to check if there is any paper left in the tissue box.
The box was beautifully carved and gilded, making it look like a royal utensil, but it was actually made of cardboard.
Balum had to make sure there were always tissues in the box because Satya used a dozen every time she went out.
He said the pollution in Delhi was so bad that he would always leave crumpled tissues next to the box, and Barum would have to pick them up and throw them outside.
After finishing all these tasks, it was still quiet outside the BJP's gate and no one came out.
Barum was bored, so he took out the copy of "Murder Weekly" from under the driver's seat of the car.
The driver with vitiligo is right. This magazine is a good pastime when you are bored.
You could find it at any newsstand in Delhi, next to the cheap novels.
This is the favorite magazine of servants in Delhi. Cooks, nannies, gardeners are all loyal readers, and drivers are of course no exception.
Every cover of this magazine features a woman lying cowering on the ground, dodging the man who is about to kill her.
As soon as it is released every week, many drivers will buy it and circulate it.
The name sounds scary, but don't worry too much.
Just because the driver and the cook like to read Murder Weekly doesn't mean they will actually cut their master's neck.
Of course, perhaps someone has secretly thought about this.
It was precisely because hundreds of millions of servants had secretly fantasized about strangling their masters that the Indian government published this magazine, and priced it at just over four rupees, making it affordable for ordinary people.
The murderers in the magazine all suffered from mental torture and physical abnormalities, so readers naturally don't want to suffer the same fate.
And as usual, these murderers end up being apprehended and brought to justice by an honest, selfless and dedicated police officer.
Or they would suffer a mental breakdown and hang themselves with a bed sheet, leaving behind a suicide note to their mother or elementary school teacher. The content of the letter was heartbreaking and tragic.
Another common routine is that he is hunted down, beaten, and hanged by the brother of the girl he killed.
So, if you see a driver flipping through Murder Weekly on the street, there's no need to be alarmed.
This is harmless to the owner and will ensure their safety.
If the driver was reading Gandhi's works or Buddhist scriptures, it would scare the owner to death.
Barum also enjoyed the stories in Murder Weekly, but he couldn't read.
Although he tried hard to understand, it was difficult for him to read the whole story smoothly.
So Barum came up with an idea. He would pay for the latest issue of Murder Weekly, and then the other drivers would read it to him.
In this way, he could hear the story and others could save money on buying magazines, and everyone was happy.
Barum looked around and saw no driver he knew.
So he took the magazine and carefully approached the BMW 7 Series.
The shiny paint made people afraid to get close, and Barum stopped three steps away.
This is a real luxury car, he thought to himself. Even the palace might not have such a good thing.
He took another step closer and tried to look into the car window.
Suddenly the car window rolled down and Yi Shang looked at him warily.
"What's up, kid?"
"I have a magazine here, the latest one." Barum smiled. "You can take a look and read it to me. I can't read."
Yi Shang glanced at his hand, and then his face changed drastically.
"Get out! You idiot! If the young master sees this, I'll have Anil kill you! What fucking bad luck!"
The car window was rolled up, and then it started up quickly, moving a few steps towards the BJP gate, trying to put some distance between itself and Barum's Toyota.
Barum stood there stupidly with the magazine in his hand, not knowing what to do. What driver doesn't read "Murder Weekly"?
Before he could think about it, there was movement at the entrance of the BJP.
Ron and the others have come out, and Satya is smiling and looks in a good mood.
With Ron's help, he finally met an important senior executive.
Although neither party expressed anything, having this line will make it much more convenient to contact each other in the future.
Ron got the contact information of senior BJP officials in Bihar from Daxian.
Not only that, the immortal would also help him make a phone call in advance to inform Bihar first.
This way, when Ron goes to negotiate business again, he will be able to achieve twice the result with half the effort.
"Don't worry too much about Mayawati. The BJP will make her more restrained."
"Yes, but I'm worried that she's too arrogant to listen to other people's advice."
"Uttar Pradesh is not her dictatorship, and other parties will not sit idly by."
"I hope so." Satya sighed.
He looked worried, but in his heart he was eager to see a fight in Uttar Pradesh.
If Uttar Pradesh is not in chaos, how can the Socialist Party have any chance?
Ron also had a toothache. That Mayawati was really weird.
It's been less than a year since he took office, and he has already offended all the major forces.
First it was the civil servants who were in trouble, and now the Uttar Pradesh elites are unhappy.
Fortunately, she was tactful and did not cause trouble for the Sur family, but only made trouble in Lucknow.
Over the past six months, the voices of opposition and protest have grown louder and louder. It is no exaggeration to say that public discontent is boiling over.
Tsk, this is also a talent.
Ron classified her as an abstract figure, an elite eccentric in the world of eccentrics.
She may continue the tradition of previous chief ministers of Uttar Pradesh and step down hastily after serving for no more than two years.
It seems that the next Chief Minister will have to be chosen in advance, as the Sur family will increase its involvement in politics this time.
After visiting the BJP, Ron made an appointment with Satya to talk to the Chief Minister of Bihar.
When it comes to mining, it’s better to start sooner rather than later.
Ron clearly felt that the pace of expansion of Indian businessmen was accelerating, and he certainly would not fall behind.
But there are still many important things to do, and a certain cabbage comes up naked.
The phone in his pocket was ticking again, and no doubt they were text messages from Isa.
Ron took it out, took a look at it, and simply dialed a number.
Isa is simply a novice and loves to play. Her typing speed is extremely slow, but she never gets tired of it.
She was really scared when she suddenly heard her cell phone ringing.
She had been so immersed in text messages these days that she hadn't even thought about the fact that a cell phone could be used for making calls.
When he saw the name flashing on the screen, he slapped his forehead in frustration.
"Ron." She answered the phone cautiously.
"Isha, what's wrong? I was busy just now and didn't hear the text message sound."
Ron's tone was so gentle that it made Isa feel warm all over.
"My dad won't be home tonight, I think"
"Okay, I'll pick you up right away!" He became excited instantly.
"Then I'll wait for you." Isa hung up the phone nervously and expectantly.
Verma had been on a business trip to Jaipur and had just left in the afternoon. He had asked his sister, Isha's aunt, to take care of his daughter.
But Isa's aunt won't come until tomorrow, so tonight is a rare free time.
Ron was overjoyed, and at the same time, he felt a faint sense of satisfaction.
He visited Chief Justice Verma again these two days, but was turned away and the other party refused to see him.
Verma knew why Ron came to him, and he didn't want to interfere in Tamil affairs, so he simply didn't give Ron a chance to speak.
He also vaguely felt that something was wrong with his daughter these days. She hid in her room every day and no one knew what she was doing.
In the past, she loved to pester me to go out and play, or to travel, and she was always chattering.
Now he suddenly became quiet and stopped whispering to his father. After finishing his meal, he went upstairs in a hurry.
Verma's intuition told him that something was wrong, so he asked the servants, especially Sunita, who served him personally.
As a result, the other party told him with certainty that the lady was fine and never left her sight no matter what she did.
Verma thought Sunita was abnormal. When did this fat maid learn how to put on makeup?
She even put on lipstick, which made Velma unhappy and disgusted.
If Ikami knew what Verma was thinking, he would definitely treat him as a confidant. He felt uncomfortable with Sunita who also wore lipstick.
Alas, Yi Shang has had a really hard time recently.
In short, Verma had some doubts in his mind. He planned to investigate the matter after returning from his business trip and let his sister take care of the family first.
Ron, who got the tip-off, almost laughed out loud.
Look, the opportunity has come.
In the evening, he picked up Isa in the car on time.
Isha's own Ambassador car was driven by Ishan, and no one knew where he went with Sunita.
Ron was also very satisfied with Yishan.
Anyone who can handle a meat mountain like Sunita is a talent.
He is not afraid that his subordinates are geniuses, but he is afraid that they are mediocre.
In a place like India, only geniuses have their place.
"Ron, where are we going today?" Isa, wearing a beautiful dress, leaned on him.
"To the Imperial Hotel."
Well, a five-star hotel, one of the most luxurious hotels in New Delhi.
Especially worth staying overnight.
(End of this chapter)
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