Chapter 386 The powerful family behind the scenes
Ron had originally planned to stay in Goa for a month and enjoy his vacation.
As a result, he interrupted his honeymoon trip after receiving a phone call from his second uncle.
After all calculations, it was only half a month of leisure time, but before going to Uttar Pradesh, he sent Isha back to New Delhi.
That's her hometown, and there's always someone there to take care of her.
According to the calculation, Kavya's due date is September and Isha's in October.
With two people sitting next to each other, Ron will have to manage his time well.
His wedding was such a big deal, Kavya should have heard about it a long time ago.
Ron called her, but she wasn't in the mood and didn't say much.
I don’t know what her parents’ reaction was, or if Kavya helped cover it up.
Ron was too lazy to think about it. He was already married and about to have a child. There was no point in talking about these things now.
It was June, the height of summer, and Ron’s flight arrived directly in Lucknow.
As soon as I got off the plane, my second uncle Adiya hurried over.
"I thought you would come back two days earlier."
"There was a glitch at the airport and the flight was delayed."
"Air India has not improved at all over the years," Aditya complained.
"I'm going to order a private jet."
"Huh?" Adiya was stunned for a moment, then hurried to catch up. "Private plane?"
He looked very excited, as if he was the one who bought the plane.
"Yes, people from Dassault, Gulfstream, and Bombardier are giving me quotes. My goal is to accommodate fifteen people, including some customized services, and it can be delivered in thirteen months."
"Wow, how much is it?" Aditya focused on the price.
"It costs 30 to 40 million US dollars, and the maintenance team is hired entirely from abroad."
Ron doesn't trust Indians, so he even buys imported cars.
"Okay! We must paint the surname Sur in a prominent place." Aditya waved his hands excitedly.
"Okay, I guarantee others will see it at a glance." Ron chuckled.
Indians really care about face, especially the rich, who care about decency.
Aditya used to be just a local rich man in the countryside. His family has risen too fast in the past two years, which always makes him feel uneasy.
A private jet, a luxury item that brings you face, is of course the best tool to show off and elevate your status.
There are only a few of them in India now, let alone in a rural place like Uttar Pradesh.
Aditya was so busy thinking about the private jet that he only remembered the important matters when he arrived at his residence in Lucknow.
"We are going to force Mayawati out of office." He started with a big news.
"What do you mean?" Ron asked curiously.
They hadn't discussed the matter in detail on the phone before, so who knows whether the secret services in New Delhi might be monitoring his calls.
Ron's status is no longer what it used to be. Just look at the special forces team armed with live ammunition who protected him at his wedding.
Definitely someone on the watch list, and pretty high up on it.
Nowadays, long-distance mobile phone communications still rely on the Ministry of Telecommunications' network. If you want to monitor a call, it's easy.
It seems that the Indian mobile company under Sur Technology Group needs to speed up the construction of base stations.
He would be more confident in his own communications network, as no one would be able to monitor him. The opposite is true; even New Delhi would need his assistance to monitor its targets.
"This woman seems to have gone crazy, looking for trouble with the Brahmins everywhere." Aditya's expression was full of disgust.
"She replaced the upper caste with a Dalit?" Ron had heard something about this.
"That's not all. She's bossing everyone around. Some high-caste officials were transferred to another city within a month of being assigned to their new post.
You know, they just moved in, arranged their kids' education, and then they have to start all over again.
Many people have almost lost all their savings due to frequent moves. But Mayawati hasn't stopped, she will keep playing this game."
Aditya complained angrily. He was also a Brahmin. He and these senior officials belonged to the same class and usually supported each other and looked after each other.
Some of Mayawati's measures seem to be no different from humiliating Brahmins.
For example, they are assigned to sewage dredging positions, a dirty job usually done by Dalits.
For a noble Brahmin to go and dispose of sewage, even if he doesn't have to do it himself, just dealing with that group of Dalits is an insult.
Mayawati's only achievement in politics over a year ago is to continuously place Dalits in civil service positions.
She deeply understood what her teacher said, "Political power is a master key. With it, you can open any lock."
Compared to Mayawati, who wields power with a touch of anger, and who emulates her predecessors, the Samajwadi Party's Satya Nadjaddin is more of a politician representing the people's will.
She relied on the support of lower castes to maintain her rule, and her speeches often included long lists in which she would read out the caste origin of each candidate.
The lower castes were grateful to her, but the higher castes were resentful.
Mayawati is not a qualified politician, and in terms of means she is far inferior to Satya.
Dalits aside, her image in Uttar Pradesh is closer to barbaric.
Satya, however, is very well-behaved and looks gentle and like a politician.
"The upper-caste Brahmins she played tricks on were all members of the BJP, so Singh was determined to bring down the coalition government."
"Is Singh leading this, not Satya?" Ron was a little surprised.
"No, the BJP holds more seats and many people have come to Singh and are clamoring for Mayawati to be ousted."
"What's Satya doing?"
“It’s not obvious at the moment, but it’s definitely adding fuel to the fire.”
"How many seats does Mayawati's Samajwadi Party have now?" Ron asked again.
"About 80, or about 20%, are her die-hard supporters."
"Second uncle, where is your Indian Party?"
"In the past year, many people have joined us, and the number has increased to about 30%, making it the largest party in Uttar Pradesh."
The BJP is adept at stirring up hatred, and by capitalizing on the upper castes' hatred of Mayawati, it quickly brought the former centrists under its wing.
They are staunch right-wingers who believe in Hinduism as the truth. How could they look down on Dalits?
The previous cooperation was purely out of political needs. Now Mayawati is targeting the upper castes, which is a blow to the face of the Indian People's Party.
In that case, let's just get started. Hesitation for even a second would be disrespectful to the BJP.
Ron now roughly understood that the root cause of this conflict was the contradiction between the BJP and mass society.
"Send Muna over here." Ron ordered towards the door.
The villa is not far from the government office, just a few minutes away.
Soon, Muna, dressed as a politician, knocked on the door and came in. He immediately looked happy when he saw Ron.
"Sir." He came over and touched feet.
"You've done a good job this year." Ron patted his shoulder.
Muna became more mature, he grew a beard and his demeanor became more steady.
After receiving a grant from New Delhi last year, he did not put the money into his own pocket, but put it all into practical use.
Many new irrigation canals have been opened in the southern part of Pufancha District, solving the farming problems of hundreds of thousands of farmers.
This kind of tangible political achievement immediately boosted the Progressive Party's reputation in the Pufancha District.
The wheat has ripened a thousand times, but officials are not greedy for the first time.
This is really rare and unheard of in India.
The effect was naturally immediate, and more and more people joined the Progressive Party.
"How's our support rate in the East now?" Ron gestured for him to sit down.
"Varanasi is under the jurisdiction of Mr. Sur. Except for the pastoral area in the north, other places are 100% white." Muna confirmed.
“Are all the councillors in the Pufancha district on the side of the Progressive Party?”
"Yes, 101 seats, 25% share."
"Not bad, really good." Ron praised again.
"What I did was insignificant. They joined the Progressive Party for my sake." Muna was a little embarrassed.
It's not that he's really being modest, which is partly true.
Solving the irrigation problem only gained the approval of farmers, but the real decision makers were the constituency leaders.
These politicians are shrewd people and will not take sides just for the sake of reputation.
What they value is Mr. Sur behind Muna, that is the key.
Without Mr. Sur's support, the Progressive Party would have trouble entering parliament, and even withstanding the pressure from other parties would be a problem.
The Sur family is now too powerful and has become a giant in Uttar Pradesh.
Sur Electric Appliances, which employs tens of thousands of people, two large cement plants, a coal mining company currently operating, a power plant expected to be operational next year, a five-star hotel, and luxury apartments in Lucknow...
These industries alone directly affect the livelihoods of hundreds of thousands of workers, and the indirect impact is even greater, with millions of people benefiting from Mr. Soul's industries.
Politicians in Lucknow didn't have the courage to speak loudly in front of him. Everyone rushed to flatter him, praise him, and worship him...
This kind of morbid personality cult has always existed in Indian society. In short, it is very abstract and difficult for ordinary people to understand.
There were originally many members of the Popular Socialist Party in the northern part of the Pufanca region, but in just one year they all defected to the Progressive Party.
This change of camp midway was considered a betrayal by Mayawati.
It's just that she didn't have the courage to cause trouble for the Sur family, and finally took out her anger on those Brahmin civil servants.
Ron didn't care about the details, his mind was full of calculations.
"That means the largest party in Uttar Pradesh right now is the BJP, with around 30% support. The AJP follows closely behind with 25% support. The Bahasa Samajwadi Party is third, with support mostly coming from Dalits, accounting for around 20%. How is Yadav's Samajwadi Party doing?"
"A little more than 10%, and the rest are alliances formed by small parties," Aditya replied.
"Interestingly, the BJP and the Progressive Party alone account for more than half of the votes."
"So Minister Singh wants to meet you, he's very anxious." Aditya was a little excited.
As a politician, he knows all too well what the current political landscape means.
The Sur family will be the most important powerful family in Uttar Pradesh!
Whether in terms of political significance or in terms of wealth.
With 25% of the seats in parliament, only half of the votes are left to win the election and form a coalition government.
In other words, if the Progressive Party and the BJP join forces, they can control Uttar Pradesh forever.
Other socialist parties, mass socialist parties, small caste parties... are all unnecessary.
The most interesting thing is that the Sur family is slowly infiltrating the BJP. In the past year, Aditya has arranged for many relatives to join the BJP.
If this trend continues, perhaps in ten years both parties in Uttar Pradesh will be controlled by the Sur family.
What does that mean? Their family will be the real ruler behind Uttar Pradesh!
It would be strange if Aditya wasn't excited.
"Ron..."
He was about to say something when a servant came in to report.
Satya of the Socialist Party came to visit him.
(End of this chapter)
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