Chapter 390: Overt and covert fighting
"Mr. Suer, do you need red sorghum? The millet in my home is full of plump grains."
"Mr. Suer, is your factory still hiring? I'm very strong, but I don't have a big appetite, so I can't eat much."
The crowd was chattering, either trying to sell unwanted red sorghum or praying for a job.
Ron raised his hands and pressed them down. The surroundings became quiet, and everyone was looking at him.
“Aren’t those two seed merchants in Lucknow?”
"No, they ran away!" someone answered angrily.
"Have you contacted the City Hall?"
"They were busy with the change of leadership, and no one paid any attention to us. They just told us to go back and wait for further notice."
"How much red sorghum did you harvest in total?"
"About 10,000 tons." This time it was Devaram who answered for them.
“What was the purchase price by the Indian government in previous years?”
"It's 3-5 rupees per kilogram, but red sorghum is not popular in India, so there is no market for it."
Ron nodded, with a plan in mind.
At the lowest price, this batch of red sorghum is worth about 30 million rupees.
He turned to look at Satya beside him, who was comforting the farmers in a soft voice, trying hard to make his presence felt.
“Don’t you Yadavs have a ranch?”
"Huh?" Satya was stunned.
"Red sorghum is good cattle feed."
"Ah, this." Satya opened his mouth wide. How did this plate end up in his hands?
But what could he say in public?
"The ranch can only eat 2,000 tons at most. Feeding cattle with red sorghum is still too luxurious."
"Okay, I'll take that as your best effort."
His words only made Satya more stressed.
"Four thousand tons, it really can't be more!" Satya looked embarrassed.
"Oh, okay." Ron blinked.
He didn't know what the other person was nervous about, he just wanted to take out his cell phone to make a call.
Right there, with nearly 10,000 people watching, Ron called Chada.
Red sorghum can also be used to make wine, such as beer and whiskey.
Chadha's brewing group almost monopolizes the liquor market in Uttar Pradesh and consumes an astonishing amount of raw materials every year.
They have a regular supplier, but since Ron makes the calls himself, there's no problem.
Chada will eat up the remaining 6,000 tons of red sorghum, but at the lowest market price.
Even so, the farmers who heard the news still cried with joy.
They jumped and danced, cheering and shouting.
Finally, they all knelt down on the ground, and in an instant, a large group of people were lying in front of Ron.
This is at a highway intersection, and there are countless cars stuck in traffic.
Countless people witnessed this scene, and tens of thousands of farmers were performing the foot-touching ceremony towards the standing man.
"Long live the great Mr. Soul!", "Long live the Sun God!".
"Mr. Sur, you...you." Devaram was so excited that he spoke incoherently.
If there were more people like him in the Indian subcontinent, there would be no place for the murderous gang.
As expected, Mr. Sur, the sun of Uttar Pradesh!
He solved the problem of unsaleable red sorghum with just a few words. He was very resourceful.
Onion! Orange!
Even Devaram had the urge to kneel down again. In his heart, he felt nothing but admiration and worship from the bottom of his heart.
Three rupees per kilogram is very cheap, but at least more than 20,000 families have a way to survive.
What a kind man! No wonder his wedding caused such a stir.
"Someone will contact you later regarding the specific purchase matters. It's best to hurry up and not let the red sorghum rot in the fields."
"Yes, sir, I will do it when I go back today." Devaram looked like Ron's lackey.
This guy really doesn't have any faith in sacrificing his life. He is already considering switching to the Progressive Party.
The glory of the sun god cannot only shine on the east, the Awadh region should at least get a share.
I guess Mr. Raisul doesn't mind that the Progressive Party is flourishing in other parts of Uttar Pradesh.
After giving a few brief instructions, Ron turned back to face the crowd.
"Don't listen to the seed merchants about what to plant in the fields. Ask the government, and the state-owned seed companies will resume operations immediately."
“Lord Shiva bless you!”, “Mr. Sur, it would be great if you were the Chief Minister”
Ron waved and got into the car. The crowd automatically made way and watched him leave.
He doesn't care about being the chief minister or being chased by the camera every day.
Isn’t it nice to be the free and unrestrained Master Sur? He prefers to be behind the scenes.
"Stop looking so sad."
Seeing Satya's expression, Ron couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"You don't know that our family's ranch never feeds cows grain. Only milk-producing cows occasionally receive this treatment."
"It's all just a small matter." Ron gave him a reassuring look.
Satya wanted to say something, but Ron had already made a move.
He patted the front seat and gave the order directly.
"Anil, make sure the Ansari family pay the money for the red sorghum within a week, or you won't be allowed to stay in Uttar Pradesh."
"Yes, sir."
Satya's eyes lit up. It turned out that someone was paying for it. That was all right.
He had been disliking the Ansari family, and this time Ron took advantage of them, which was bad luck for them.
The Ansari family originated from the northeastern part of Awadh region, adjacent to Purvancha district.
That place is inhabited entirely by herders, who account for more than 70% of the population, and is one of the famous poverty-stricken areas in Uttar Pradesh.
Ansari belongs to the low caste of pastoralists called "Pasmanda", which means "weaver" in Sanskrit.
Early Indians converted to pastoralism in order to escape the exploitation of the caste system.
As a result, after thousands of years of assimilation, the herdsmen also began to pay attention to caste.
The Ansari family has long been discriminated against and exploited by high-caste herders in the area.
Later, they simply united the entire Pasmanda community and began to resist the rule of high-caste herders such as the Ashraf group.
How to resist? Of course, shoot directly!
There are so many homemade pistols in the wild in Uttar Pradesh that no one knows how many guns are out there.
When the Ansari family was at its wildest, they dared to shoot their opponents in court.
Did the local judges and police do anything to them? No, they were detained for a few months and then released.
Through this violent means, they quickly took control of the Belgapur region and began to participate in politics.
Yes, yes, it is one of the pastoralist groups in the Socialist Alliance.
The Ansari family's way of ruling the constituency is through violence, and they are the most notorious gangster politics in Uttar Pradesh.
Not only do they control power, they also establish economic hegemony in the local area.
70% of India's carpet exports come from the Ghapur district, where the largest carpet company is owned by the Ansari family.
There is nothing wrong with "weavers" starting a carpet company, as this is exactly what their caste and profession are good at.
The Ansari family controlled every aspect of the carpet industry chain and created a new "debt-labor" dependency system for this purpose.
They do not produce rugs directly, but instead outsource the work to scattered hand weavers.
These workers have to borrow money from the Ansari family to buy raw materials, but these raw materials are also controlled by them.
So the Ansaris lent money to the workers, not in cash, but in weaving materials.
The carpets produced by the workers are then sold to the Ansari family business at low prices, creating an intergenerational cycle of poverty.
This not only brought in profits, but also allowed the family to control a large number of workers who were dependent on the family.
These workers belonged to the same “Pasmanda” caste, but were exploited mercilessly by Ansari.
Why can't India unleash a strong momentum of development and accomplish its mission of changing the world?
Because oppression exists not only between different classes, but also within the same ethnic group.
Ansari has been gaining momentum rapidly in recent years. No longer satisfied with the northeastern region, they have begun to slowly infiltrate the central region.
They began to intervene in the agricultural economy, that is, seed merchants.
If done right, farmers will be under their control.
What is the largest group in Uttar Pradesh? Farmers!
Controlling the farmers means controlling the lifeline of the rural economy and controlling the majority of groups in Uttar Pradesh.
But the rural economy has always been Yadav's territory, with sugarcane cultivation, sugar industry and animal husbandry as its core.
The death of predecessor Yadav and Mayawati's coming to power gave the Ansari family an opportunity.
They looked down on Satya, so the so-called alliance existed in name only, and they began to target the agricultural economy.
This was supported by Mayawati, who was a sworn enemy of the Samajwadi Party and wished Yadav bad luck.
So what happened today happened. Satya was happy to see Ron punish the Ansari family.
He felt a faint sense of satisfaction in his heart, but did not reveal a trace of pride.
Ron saw it all, but he didn't care.
The Ansari family was not even as good as little Karami in front of him, and they would be blown away with just a wave of his hand.
If the other party dares to get angry, do they really think he was joking when he told them to get out of Uttar Pradesh?
Ron was thinking of Devaram now, who had some of Muna's shadow and was even more radical than the latter.
The AJP has now won Purvancha district, but its influence is limited in central and western Uttar Pradesh.
This is actually not safe enough for a state-level political party.
It is too regional and cannot gain political recognition on a larger scale.
The appearance of Devaram gave Ron an idea.
If we only compare their social experiences, he is actually more mature and experienced than Muna.
After all, he has experienced life-threatening situations and is knowledgeable.
He is also very popular among the grassroots farmers, as can be seen from the organization of this demonstration.
That was tens of thousands of farmers who traveled over a hundred kilometers to reach Lucknow, and the team did not disperse during the process, which is quite remarkable.
It’s good for the lower-class farmers. This is in line with the Progressive Party’s line, which aims to win the support of low-caste groups.
If the central region where Devaram is located can join the Progressive Party camp, it will be much easier to create a multi-point blossoming situation in the future.
The BJP takes a right-wing approach and is sometimes too strong, so Ron has to keep some reserves.
He never leaves the decision-making power to his partners, no matter how close they are.
After spending two weeks in Lucknow to sort out his interpersonal relationships there, Ron set off for the east.
I mainly want to see the current progress of the hotel in Varanasi.
The planned construction period is two years, and the building will open around mid-1998.
The hotel is designed in a palace style and incorporates some religious elements.
After all, it is a holy city and is close to the Ganges. It would be a waste of such a good geographical location if we don’t come up with some selling points.
But before he landed, a phone call interrupted Ron's trip.
In July 1997, the Asian financial crisis broke out.
(End of this chapter)
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