Chapter 286 Judge
To survive in Mumbai, you sometimes have to break the law, and many people have become accustomed to breaking laws and regulations at all times and in all places.
You don't like bribing officials or buying movie tickets on the black market, but the difficulty of obtaining a driver's license or movie tickets legally forces you to choose the relatively easy but illegal route.
If the entire country acquiesces to this approach, since we already have a parallel economic system and tax system, why not build a parallel judicial system?
Mumbai is an ideal place for gang warfare. Wherever the government leaves its hands, such as the judicial system, the personal safety of citizens, the flow of industry funds... once supervision fails, gangs will take advantage of the situation.
When the courts couldn't resolve the issue, the people had no choice but to turn to the gangs, which were known for their efficiency.
At a party on Kraft Avenue, Ron met a well-educated woman who often traveled far.
She had a dispute with her landlord over her rent and was consulting a consultant about how to get most of her money back.
"Just kidnap the landlord's daughter," the consultant told her.
The woman was very surprised, but then said, "If you are really forced to do this, you have no choice but to do it."
Look, even the elites in society are so indifferent to the law.
This shows how incompetent India's judicial system is, and the whole society has reached a consensus on this.
Later, Ron made a phone call for the lady and easily solved her money problem.
This incident was quietly spread around the party, and somehow gave Ron the reputation of "the judge".
In fact, many people had heard of another case he ruled on long before this.
That was what happened in Bollywood, yes, it was the copyright dispute between director Chopra and the Dawood gang over music cassettes.
The leader was far away in Dubai, but he still bowed down to Mr. Sur and even called Chopra to apologize afterwards.
There are no secrets in the entertainment industry, and many details have long been dug out.
After all, there were many people present when Ron made that call.
People don't care what methods Mr. Soul used, they only know that the judges of the parallel justice system - the gangsters, were tried.
That says a lot, especially to the well-informed upper class.
When they encounter difficulties and normal judicial channels cannot solve the problem, do you think they would rather turn to the gangs or ask Mr. Soul to intervene?
People in the light and lawful camp are naturally allies.
When Chalji of the Bombay Supreme Court encountered difficulties, the first person he thought of was Mr. Sur.
There are rumors that Mr. Suhr will learn from the court's mediation model and will review every case, and will not listen to one party's claims for compensation or debt collection.
This makes sense: if the defendant owes a debt, he will inevitably deny it. But if he is falsely accused, he will cry out for justice.
This time, Chalji was really cheated of money, and he hoped that Mr. Sur could seek justice for him.
The person who acted as a matchmaker was Chopra, and they were already old friends.
"Ron, Charji from the Supreme Court is right next to me. He's an honest man."
"Okay, give him the phone." Ron was enjoying Xiao Nia's service at home.
“May you be at peace and at peace.”
"Are you a herdsman?" Ron raised his eyebrows.
The sentence just mentioned is usually a greeting between herdsmen, while Hindus will mostly mention gods, such as "Glory to Lord Shiva and Lord Mara."
This is because the Lulu people forbid the worship of gods. Even Allah, whom they often talk about, has no images. There are no sculptures in the Qingzheng Temple, and most of the decorations are complex geometric patterns.
Hinduism, on the other hand, goes against the grain and tries to be as mysterious as possible.
As a qualified Indian, Ron instantly determined the other party's identity.
"Mr. Sur, you are a good man. We are all grateful for the hand of justice you extended." Chaerji explained carefully.
"Don't worry, no matter what you believe in, I will handle this matter fairly."
"Yes, yes."
"Now tell me about your situation."
“You know.”
"Hold on."
The clicking noises were too loud for Ron to hear clearly. He patted Nia's head and motioned for her to sit up.
"Okay, you can talk now." He had already assumed his position and Ge You was lying down.
"I want to recover some money. The person who owes me money is called Sheikh."
"Nia, get my notebook and pen. How much does he owe you?"
Nia, who had already turned on the full automatic mode, had to stop and then find paper and pen from the bedside table.
"Forty lacs in all, it's the savings of me, my son, and my son-in-law."
"Why did you give him so much money?" Ron wondered.
"Well, it's an investment in an informal savings plan. Shaikh said he has good investment projects in his store, with profits as high as 25%."
The so-called informal savings plan refers to financial investment through private channels, including informal banks, insurance, stocks, bonds, funds, gambling products, etc.
This type of private financing project is very active in India, especially in Mumbai, where it can be found on every street, and the minimum investment is a few hundred rupees.
The Ponzi scheme of the Sahara Group in Uttar Pradesh is of this kind, and a large number of people are involved.
"So you can't get your money back now?"
"Yes, it's three months overdue. He has money. He recently bought a new sports car."
"What's his shop called?"
"Ganesha Financial Management."
“The one east of Dharavi?”
"Yes, it is."
Ron took a notebook and wrote it down, placing it on Nia's snow.
Oops, the shaking made his handwriting look like a dog's crawl.
"I know that man. He's in a lot of debt, with two hundred million rupees on record. I'll make him pay you back first.
However, the premise is that everything you say is true. I will send someone to investigate, and you know how far I can go. "
"Of course, you make your own judgment."
"Indeed." Ron sighed contentedly.
Nia is in her youth and has plenty of energy, and she hasn't stopped yet.
"Since you're a judge, let's talk about the recent antitrust case. Did you see the news in the newspaper?"
"yes."
"All of Suer Electric's parts are locally produced. We sell them at low prices without breaking the bank. The people also benefit. Does this count as dumping?"
"Of course not."
"Are the accusations made by the Home Appliance Industry Association against Soul Electric Co., Ltd. valid?"
"That's nonsense. They are unpatriotic."
“So what does the Bombay High Court intend to do?”
"I will dismiss their lawsuit."
“What if they appeal again?”
“Legal resources in Mumbai are scarce and cannot be wasted on such trivial matters.”
"Not bad." Ron smiled with satisfaction.
Look, it's settled. What Chandani said the other day was all rubbish. Ron is an outlaw, and he hasn't realized it yet.
That phone call just now was like a conversation between two judges: one in reality, the other in a parallel judicial system.
More precisely, it is a dialogue between the judge and the person seeking help.
“Two hundred million rupees are on record,” the more powerful judge said after asking the clerk to hand over the file.
The person seeking help was respectful to the judge and said, "You make your own judgment."
The Chief Justice rebuked him for tolerating the misdeeds of the civil society association, but also consoled him: "I will make him pay you back the money first."
In this particular case, two judgments were entered into and were to be enforced immediately.
Debtors will repay the money, and baseless lawsuits will be dismissed.
Isn’t this processing efficiency faster than that of the Bombay Supreme Court?
Ron was in high spirits. He picked up Nia and carried her to the balcony window to enjoy the scenery.
Outside is the vast Arabian Sea, and below is the narrow inland sea with rippling waves, each with its own charm.
Johnny shaved, showered, changed into new clothes and had a hearty meal in a secluded apartment in Mumbai.
This was the house he rented through his girlfriend Parvati. No one knew about it, and no one knew that he had returned to Mumbai.
While Parvati was making omelets outside, Johnny took the opportunity to empty the money out of his travel bag.
He had already spent some of the one million rupees on a second-hand taxi and a few fake passports.
The biggest expense was contacting his former friends from the slums. He gave each of them 60,000 rupees to help him work for the next week and be on call at any time.
These friends are not members of the Hard Khan gang, but Johnny's personal connections.
"What big thing are you going to do next?" Parvati asked after Johnny put the last bit of food into his mouth.
"There's a bill to settle. If I don't come back, you can take the money on the bed."
"What?" She was stunned.
"You don't need to persuade me. I know exactly what I'm doing, and I have to do it." Johnny said firmly.
"If my future husband is destined to take this path, then let him do it." Parvati suddenly stopped persuading him.
As early as the day they started dating, Parvati knew what Johnny did.
In Mumbai, whether you like it or not, gangs will always intersect with your life, especially for the poor.
People have long been aware of both life and death.
Johnny left and met up with his friends at the street corner, then waited for Najir and Ghani at a bar.
They whispered to each other, distributed a few tied packages, and finally got in a taxi and drove to a mansion somewhere in central Mumbai.
The leaders of several major gangs under Khad Khan all own luxury houses in Mumbai, but they do not live together.
Some are in South Mumbai, some in Bandra in the west, and some in Andheri in the central part of the country.
Johnny and his friends didn't want to alert others, so they took a taxi to avoid being noticed.
They got off the car smoothly at the door of the house next to the mansion, where two strong men were patrolling on the steps.
The other party recognized Johnny and even reached out to greet them.
"How is Khaderbhai?" they asked.
"Good." Johnny shook their hands.
Several reliable men went around behind the two men and cut their necks before they could react.
The body was dragged through the door, and everything happened silently.
There is a long underground factory under this house, which is connected to the mansion next door.
It was here that Pant used to prepare his banned drugs to make huge profits.
(End of this chapter)
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