Chapter 90 Accounting
"Chief, is there any problem?" Huba asked.
"No, you continue." Rotten replied.
This name immediately reminded him of Lisa Scindia, the third runner-up in the Miss Mabon pageant, after all, they had the same name.
But there are many people with the same name, so there is nothing to be surprised about.
"Over the years, the land owned by the Weiss family has been bought out or extorted by Hal at low prices under various pretexts. Now the land is less than 10% of what it was before. Her sister is studying in college in Pune. A few months ago, she participated in the Miss Mabang beauty pageant and won third place. She is quite famous locally..."
Luoton was stunned. Is it such a coincidence?
It really is that woman.
"Lisa has been very beautiful since she was young, and she has become more and more amazing as she grows older. After she won the third place this time, she has become even more famous, even in the county. Hal's youngest son Raj wanted to marry Lisa, but Lisa's parents refused." Huba continued, "From the clues and evidence we have now, this case was planned by Raj, and his purpose should be to drag Wes into the water. When he is sentenced by our police or even by the court, he can come forward to help Lisa's family get Wes out."
"A hero saves a beauty?" Rotten said after a moment's pause.
"I think he will probably use Lisa's marriage as a threat to rescue her," Huba said.
"You beast, you killed three innocent girls because of this?" Roden asked coldly, "Was Raj directly involved in this case?"
"Although the bastard who was caught hasn't said anything yet, I can be sure that Raj was directly involved and had a hand in the murder. Chief, you may not know how many crimes Raj has been responsible for over the years, including rape and murder. It's just that we~~~" Huba didn't continue.
Even if they knew, what would it matter? Many times, there was evidence, but they just couldn't arrest Raj.
There is no way. With the background, there are plenty of ways to get away with it.
Rotten understood what Huba had not finished saying.
In this case, Raj used Lisa's younger brother Wes. As for why Wes helped those people take the blame, Rotten could guess a little.
During his rebellious teenage years, he must have regarded a local bully like Raj as his idol and was completely brainwashed.
Thinking back, wasn’t my adopted brother the same?
When he was in Dharavi, he treated Neil Suranji better than his own brother.
"Knock knock knock~~" There was a knock on the door.
"Come in."
Gosa pushed the door open and came in, smiling, "Director, Deputy Director, I just want to bring everyone a cup of tea."
As he said this, he waved his hand and a little old man in his sixties came in with three cups of tea on a tray.
"Director, please have some tea!" At Gosa's signal, the old man brought the tea to Roton first.
People in India are used to drinking tea, and most of the time they don’t necessarily make it themselves. After all, Indian tea is more troublesome to make, so it is very common to buy tea from outside.
And those who sell tea are more professional.
Luoton didn't think much about it and reached out to take a cup.
"No, no, no, Chief, this cup is yours." The old man hurriedly moved the tray to the side, so that Rotten's hand was facing the cup in the middle.
"Are they different?" Rawdon couldn't tell any difference between the three cups of tea.
“Hey, of course it’s different. You’re the director and have a noble status, so the color of this cup is red, different from other cups. But these cups are all designed by me, with unique shapes. People in Harreg will know that this is my tea at first glance.” The old man chuckled and pointed to a small red bar mark on the side of the cup.
"Same, Chief. His tea is very famous locally and tastes great." Gosa said hurriedly.
Roton's heart skipped a beat. No way, were these guys trying to poison him?
It can’t be that serious. Would he kill me so blatantly?
The former directors died, but it looked like many of them were accidents. Could it be that these guys didn't even pretend? Seeing that Luo Dun was looking at him, Huba hurriedly said, "Director, this is the owner of the tea shop next door. We in the police station have been drinking his tea for decades. It's okay."
"Yes, Chief, I remember it all. The first time the police station bought tea from me was thirty-eight years ago. I had just got married at that time." The tea shop owner said respectfully.
After hearing this, Roden no longer had any doubts.
Gosa and Huba are obviously not in the same group, they would not join forces to kill me.
From all indications, the previous directors were assassins of the Dalit resistance.
After taking a sip, Luo Dun couldn't help but smile and said, "It is indeed a little different from the tea I drank before. It tastes good."
"Director, this is my family's secret method of making tea. I hope you like it." The tea shop owner had a smile on his face.
Then he gave the remaining two cups to Huba and the other man.
"Why aren't you leaving yet? The director is busy." After the tea was served, Gosa saw that the boss was still standing there and couldn't help but urge him.
However, the boss rubbed his hands and shouted to Rawdon, "Chief, can you pay the police station for tea?"
This made Luoton stunned for a moment. Gosa didn't pay? He thought Gosa paid. Isn't this embarrassing?
What did Gosa do? Just tell him if he didn't get paid. Can he still be exempted from paying for this cup of tea?
"No need to give me the change. These cups are all mine." Roton took out a 100-rupee note from his pocket and handed it to the boss. He didn't have any smaller coins.
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With the 100,000 rupees given by Itas, Roton is now very confident.
There is simply not much money to spend in this rural area.
Based on his current cash wealth, he is definitely considered a wealthy man in the countryside.
Moreover, as a director, you must have the aura of a director.
"This~~is not enough." The boss said after a moment of hesitation.
"You old thing, why don't you get out of here quickly." Gosa's face looked ugly. He stepped forward, grabbed the boss's collar and prepared to drag him out.
"Wait." Roden frowned.
A cup of milk tea like this would be more than enough at 20 rupees even in Mumbai. Here in the countryside, 10 rupees is already very expensive. How could it be not enough if I gave 100 rupees?
But the boss said it was not enough in front of him, so there must be something going on.
"You say!" Rotun glanced at Gosa, who quickly lowered his head.
Just now he gave the boss a warning look, but it was only noticed by Roton.
The boss gritted his teeth and said, "Chief, I have been providing tea for the police station for these years. The payment was smooth before, but later it took longer and longer. When I finally got the money, I didn't receive the full amount of tea money, only part of it. When the previous chief was here, I didn't receive a penny of tea money for more than three months. Oh, and I didn't receive any money during the time when you were not here. So, I haven't received a penny for half a year..."
"What nonsense are you talking about? What does the previous director's affairs have to do with Director Mahesh?" Gosa shouted.
The last director and the one before him were both dead, so why bother talking about this? Luo Dun understood immediately.
Buy on credit.
Normally, when someone from the police station orders tea, they will wave their hands and casually say, "Put it on the account..."
And then nothing happened.
A cup of milk tea is nothing, but with so many people in a police station, even if they don’t go to the tea shop to buy on credit every day, they would probably owe the boss a lot of money after a month, a year, or a few years.
No wonder 100 rupees is not enough, this is the problem.
"How much do I owe you?" asked Rawdon.
"A total of 35,635 rupees." The boss paused and added, "Oh, these three cups are not counted. This cup of yours is 15 rupees, and the other two cups are 10 rupees in total, so the total is..."
"Are you done yet?" Gosa was embarrassed.
(End of this chapter)