Chapter 238 Making Trouble
The rapid ringing of the bell quickly woke up the guards at the mine, who shouted, picked up their guns and hurried out of the house.
Some had bare arms, having barely had time to put on their clothes, while others had only finished half their meals, their mouths stuffed with food.
"Muna, who is causing trouble?" Doji didn't bother to argue with him, as the important matter was more important.
"There are a lot of people over there!" Muna pointed to the road heading southwest.
After such a delay, the team had already arrived at Kana Village and was turning towards the mine.
The lead truck was draped with banners that read, “Give me back my land!”, “Get out of Mirzapur!”…
The crowd shouted slogans and slowly approached the mine.
"Quick! Stop them!" Doji shouted, then ran into the house and called Ratan in the manor.
The mine and the estate were not far apart, and as an employee of a telecommunications company, Ratan had already set up telephone lines between the two places.
Upon hearing the order, the guards rushed forward with guns in hand, keeping the parade far away from the mine and cement factory.
“Give me back my land!”, “Get out of Mirzapur!”
The leading man stood on the truck and shouted loudly, and the ragged farmers around him repeated him numbly and mechanically.
Click, snap, reporters with cameras were busy running around looking for the best angle.
At the end of the team, a car with the license plate "Kalinbai" was following slowly.
Ram, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was wearing sunglasses and watching the farce with a smile.
"Brother Ram, you still have a solution. As long as the newspaper exposes it, the people of Varanasi will definitely be in trouble!" The little follower next to him flattered him.
"Although the Tripathi family is in charge of the arms business in the east, we need to use our brains more." Ram was proud.
Well, this sentence was said by his father Kalinbai, and Ram learned and applied it immediately.
"Will these guys on the opposite side be fooled?" The follower stretched his neck to watch the fun.
"The people of Varanasi are arrogant and they will definitely not be able to withstand provocation."
After the last incident, Ram learned his lesson and no longer acted recklessly.
He was a student of Mirzapur University, not a country bumpkin, and knew how to harness the power of public opinion.
The man at the front of the team shouted slogans louder and louder, waving his hands vigorously like a general commanding his soldiers to charge into battle.
The farmers around him were originally tenants in the homes of the two beasts.
Later, Ron built a cement factory here and expropriated about 100 acres of farmland.
I don't know what happened, but some of them were suddenly gathered here today to protest and march.
As the atmosphere became increasingly tense, the mine guards leveled their guns at the crowd.
Realizing that something was wrong, Muna suddenly jumped into the crowd.
"You took Mr. Soul's compensation, and now you're here to cause trouble. Where's your conscience?"
The crowd was stunned, not understanding where this young man came from.
"The people of Varanasi sent us away with only 500 rupees. Is this enough money to support a family?" the leading man on the opposite side shouted.
"Not enough! Not enough!" the farmers echoed.
"That is our land, the land on which our whole family depends for survival!"
"Give me back my land! Give me back my land!"
Ram in the back laughed, and the accompanying reporters took the opportunity to pick up the camera and take pictures again.
"The land belongs to two beasts!" Muna shouted. "Have you forgotten how those two landlords treated us?"
The crowd was slightly agitated, not only the farmers across the street, but even the workers in the mine were whispering.
In several nearby villages, everyone knew the two beasts.
They have ruled this place for generations and have persecuted countless villagers.
They are dead, but the power of the landlords remains.
"Two beasts armed themselves against the Minister, but were defeated by Mr. Soul. Now the land belongs to Mr. Soul, and instead of taking it directly, he paid for it.
If it were two beasts, would they give us money? No! They would whip us and then continue to collect membership fees from us.
"Then what will we do in the future? Without land, 500 rupees will only be enough for a few months." Someone started to make a fuss.
"Then come to the mine! Come to the construction site!" Muna pointed to the factory rising from the ground behind him. "Mr. Sur won't turn away any hardworking person. The salary he gives is enough to support your entire family."
The crowd fell silent, knowing that Muna was telling the truth. It was just that some cunning people were unwilling to work and only cared about enjoying themselves after receiving the compensation.
The money was quickly spent, but they didn't want to go to the construction site and endure the hardship. Coincidentally, someone arranged for them to cause trouble, and everyone would receive a tip afterwards.
These people were tempted. Why would the land that they had cultivated for generations be suddenly taken away?
However, Muna's words revealed the cruel truth.
They never really owned land, they were serfs!
It has been like this for generations. They have no reason to cause trouble. These lands have nothing to do with them.
The memory of being abused by beasts began to awaken, and one cruel incident after another emerged in my mind.
The farmers who were dragged in began to retreat. They still had families, so how could they bear to let those tragedies happen in their own homes?
Seeing that things were not going well, the leading man started to make noise again, but the morale was far less enthusiastic than before.
He gritted his teeth and prepared to lead the charge to capture the young man first.
Suddenly, the roar of an engine was heard in the distance, and a truck full of people was speeding towards them.
Every one of them had a weapon, and they all yelled and fired into the air.
The sound of gunfire was the most effective signal for expulsion, and the already timid farmers dispersed in panic.
The leading man couldn't call them back even if he shouted. The fear buried deep in his blood was awakened, and everyone was scared to death.
"Brother Ram, that's an AK! Hurry, let's run!" The little follower slapped the driver repeatedly.
Ram wanted to say something harsh, but when he saw the aggressive truck coming from the opposite side, he was a little scared.
The farmers and reporters who were there had already dispersed, and there was no need to stay.
So the car turned and he also slipped away. The footage he took was enough to make the people of Varanasi busy.
Ratan and his men came over with great momentum, but in the end they had no chance to attack at all.
"Who's causing trouble?" He glared at everyone, and they all retreated in fear.
"Sir, it's from Mirzapur," Muna stepped forward and answered.
"Did you see clearly?"
"There was a car behind the team with the license plate 'Kalinbai'."
"Muna, tell me what happened in detail." Ratan narrowed his eyes.
"Yes, sir."
Muna walked forward and gave a brief account of what had just happened, and the others around him also added to their stories.
Doggie was jealous, this little bastard was getting more and more cunning.
After listening to Munna's story, Ratan looked at him in surprise.
"Who taught you these things?"
"What?" Muna was a little nervous.
"Master, I know!" Doji suddenly jumped out from the side. He had been watching from the side. "This kid is secretly reading a book, hiding in the mountains to read a book."
"You can read?" Ratan was even more surprised.
"It's the book my master gave me." Muna tried to explain.
"Oh, I remember now." Ratan seemed to have some impression. Ron had specially asked him to bring a lot of books from Varanasi.
"Master, a servant should not be illiterate. That is treasonous." Doji added fuel to the fire.
"Go!" Ratan kicked him away.
Ratan was impulsive, yes, but not stupid. He had attended not only high school but also the local religious university.
Although it doesn't have much value, it is elite in terms of knowledge.
He knew very well that in Uttar Pradesh, educated people and illiterate people were two completely different species.
The former is a human being, the latter is an ignorant slave.
Muna made him look at him with new eyes, this kid has great potential.
Well, Bidoji has potential.
"From today on, the gates to the mine and construction site are yours. No outsiders, especially those causing trouble, are allowed in."
"Yes, sir!" Muna puffed out his chest, trying hard to hold up his bulky khaki uniform.
Ratan waved them off; he already knew what was going on.
The other party actually brought reporters with them, which is a bit troublesome.
Ron had to come back to deal with this matter. He was not good at literary drama and had no patience.
Ron was very busy now, and he expected to be busy.
A cement plant is under construction in Uttar Pradesh, and the Sur Industrial Park in Mumbai is also under construction. With the newly launched TV project, it would be strange if the city is not busy.
Today and next year, he will probably travel between the south and the north.
After returning to Varanasi, he didn't even go to his hometown, but asked his driver Ishan to drive directly to the mine.
The estate of the two beasts has been occupied by the Sur family, and Ratan usually lives here.
If Ron comes to the mine, he will stay temporarily in the manor. There are plenty of empty rooms.
He already knew what had happened, Ratan gave a rough idea.
Mura described everything in detail, even the process of his trip to Black Castle to read books.
"These guys are really restless." Ron frowned and spread out the newspaper on the table.
The other party acted very quickly. What happened yesterday was reported in the newspaper today.
The local Uttar Pradesh Daily News reported on the front page that there was a farmers' demonstration at the Sur cement plant construction site.
The focus of the conflict is on land expropriation. Although it is not stated explicitly, the accompanying picture makes it clear.
On one side are ragged farmers, and on the other side are ferocious security guards with guns.
The masses naturally sympathize with the weak, and I'm sure some people are talking about it behind their backs now.
The tabloids in Mirzapur were even more blunt, saying that the Sur family had seized farmers' land and shot many resisters.
Well, those two beasts were the rebels, and their families even spoke out in the newspapers to testify.
The public opinion was manipulated very well. It seems that the Tripathi family has invested a lot of money this time.
"If you ask me, we should kill that King of Mirzapur in one fell swoop to avoid these troubles." Ratan's approach was very direct.
"Things are going crazy in the East, but it hasn't reached the point of a melee." Ron glanced at him helplessly.
Uttar Pradesh is indeed against the will of heaven, but it has a stable government after all.
An occasional gunfight is not a big deal, but don't even think about a large-scale armed conflict.
Do you really think you can do whatever you want just because you have a gun? If you alert the troops here, no one will suffer any consequences.
The Lucknow government, more than 100 million people, and the vast majority of businessmen do not want Uttar Pradesh to fall into chaos.
The same goes for Ron. An environment where people can live and work in peace and contentment is suitable for doing business. Otherwise, why open a cement factory?
"Master, we can also use this method to deal with them." Muna suddenly spoke boldly.
"Huh?" Ron and Ratan looked over in surprise.
(End of this chapter)
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