I am a master in India

Chapter 159 Magical Brain Circuit
Don't underestimate Nilav just because he's only a small village official; he can reap quite a few benefits.

Take reselling grain, for example; you can easily earn 100,000 rupees.

In order to receive the government's free welfare benefits, the villagers insisted on bribing him.

He was also a large landowner, and growing cash crops like hemp would have brought him even more income.

It could be said that landowners like Niraf, Brahmins, live a more carefree life than many small business owners in Mumbai.

They never considered moving to Delhi or Mumbai because their roots were in the countryside.

Nirav showed Ron around his village office, one of the few brick buildings in the village.

The reception area was furnished with some plastic chairs and a fan, and the base of the tea bucket used for serving guests was constantly leaking milk tea.

On the wall outside the office is a light yellow notice board that lists all the village's public construction projects, including road repairs, maternal and infant clinics, newly dug wells, and the construction of an entertainment center.

Nirav told Ron that the numbers on the form were just filled in randomly.

The villagers are illiterate; this is for the higher-ups to see.

The actual project funds all went into the pockets of the Su family.

Yes, his uncle's family are officials in several other villages. Some projects require cooperation between two villages, such as roads and clinics.

These government funds were all divided up among the brothers. Public infrastructure? Only a fool would believe that.

This is the case throughout the entire Uttar Pradesh; it's not just the Sur family doing it.

The uncle and nephew had only been talking for a short while when another woman came over crying and complaining.

She was a widow in the village, her husband having died recently. In order to obtain subsidies from the Indian government for families with elderly, infirm, or disabled members, she tried every means to bribe officials in the village committee.

How to bribe? With your body, of course.

As a result, those guys denied everything after they got back to their pants, leaving the widow with no choice but to seek help from the Brahmin lord.

Nirav summoned those men and gave them a good scolding, then made them promise in front of the widow that they would complete the formalities by tomorrow.

He was a corrupt official with integrity; it was only natural for him to take money and do favors.

Well, speaking of collecting money, Nirav still owes the villagers a lot of grain.

But it doesn't matter, he plans to share some of the coarse grains that his cattle eat with the villagers.

It's all food, and it won't kill anyone, so you can't say he broke his promise.

Other landowners and Brahmins were not as kind as him; they simply took the money without any compensation, caring nothing for the villagers' lives.

Compared to this, the reputation of the Su family is still impeccable!
After hastily resolving two disputes in the village, Nilav drove Ron and the others to the city.

His family owns a Tata car, which looks barely drivable.

Including Anil, Ron had three bodyguards, all of whom were crammed into the back seat.

Nilav was overjoyed and told Ron that there was no need for that.

No one in the entire city of Varanasi would dare to cause trouble for the Sue family; they are perfectly safe.

"Have you seen the thing Ratan has in his hand?" He gestured with his hand as if making a gun sign.

“I saw him. The day he picked me up, he was pointing a submachine gun at the sky.” Ron couldn’t help but laugh.

“That thing works very well,” Nirav said, but he didn’t laugh. “Last month, Ratan used it to kill two people.”

"What?" Ron's smile froze.

“Those two dared to whistle lewdly at your cousin; they were tempting Eve. Ratan took his weapons and fired a whole magazine at them in front of the entire street. He did the right thing.”

In India, "teasing Eve" refers to harassment of women, which can be either verbal or physical.

Ron's cousin was a Brahmin, and it was a great humiliation for her to be whistled at in the marketplace.

After she cried and went home to tell him the news, Ratan grabbed a gun and led his men to her door without saying a word.

The two thugs hadn't even left the market when Ratan shot them in public before they even had a chance to beg for mercy.

Not only that, their father, who was working in the fields, was also shot through the head.

Their sisters-in-law, sisters, and younger sisters were all raped to death.

Afterwards, Ratan spent three minutes at the police station as a formality before being bailed out by his uncle Prash.

A month has passed, and he is still alive and kicking, without getting into any legal trouble.

This kind of thing happens all over Uttar Pradesh. Have you ever seen it on the news?

“You have to teach those lowly people a lesson. Now no one dares to look at the women of the Suer family casually.”

Nirav admired Ratan's methods, saying that this was how a Brahmin should act.

He chattered on and on the way, but when he arrived at his second uncle Adiya's house, he was told that a superior officer was coming to inspect the place that day, so he hurriedly left.

So Nirav turned his car around and headed straight for a reservoir.

“Do you know where Uncle Adiya is?” Ron asked.

"Of course it's the reservoir. A group of foreigners have been wanting to come for a long time."

"Foreigner?"

"That's right, it's said to be an international development fund. They allocated funds to Varanasi to build four dams to solve the irrigation problems of farmers."

"Uncle Adiya is in charge of this project?"

"He is one of the key figures, so he has to be present."

Nilav was clearly aware of the situation; he drove directly to the vicinity of the dam, showing no concern that officials were inspecting the area.

When Ron and his group got out of the car, they saw their second uncle, Adiya, with a group of foreigners, pointing at the unfinished dam in the distance.

He saw the two men, gave them a wink, and then focused on his task.

“Your Uncle Adiya is going to do a magic trick,” Nilav suddenly said, his anticipation growing.

"What?" Ron was confused.

"You'll see, they're coming right away." In the distance, Adiya and the group of foreigners got into the car and left, but not completely.

Because the car only circled the sugarcane field once before coming from another direction.

Adiya got off the bus and led the foreigners to point out the same dam.

He was filled with passion, as if he were facing some incredible masterpiece, but the expressions of the foreigners were extremely strange.

A few minutes later, they left by car again. Then they circled another cornfield before changing direction and driving back to the dam.

This baffling behavior was repeated about three times, leaving Ron completely bewildered.

The group of foreigners finally erupted; they laughed—the kind of laughter born from utter absurdity and speechlessness.

Nilav laughed too, he laughed heartily.

“Adia promised them four dams, but in reality there was only one.”

"One?" Ron slowly came to his senses.

"Yes, there is only one. In order to complete the task, Adiya had to take them to the dam via three different routes, hoping that the group of foreigners would get lost and not recognize that it was the same dam."

this.
This is absolutely hilarious.

Even Ron himself couldn't hold back anymore.

No wonder those foreigners had such absurd expressions on their faces.

They couldn't even feel angry; they were just speechless and laughing.

They felt their intelligence had been brutally trampled on by the Indians.

Finally, the foreigner in the lead said a few words with a serious expression, and then left angrily with his men.

Adiya looked sullen and very unhappy.

"It's all your fault, Nilav and Ron."

"Huh?" Ron was confused. How did he end up being blamed?

“If you weren’t standing here, those foreigners definitely wouldn’t have recognized that this is the same dam.”

Holy crap! My second uncle has a really peculiar way of thinking.

Ron didn't even know how to refute it; he was speechless.

Then, just like Bernie Laf, Ron laughed, and couldn't stop laughing.

"Alright, we should go back now." Adiya waved and strolled back leisurely.

"Are you alright? About what happened today?" Ron asked curiously.

“There’s nothing to worry about,” Adiya said fearlessly. “At most, I’ll get a scolding.”

India has many bizarre laws. In addition to the Tenancy Act, which allows for the inheritance of rental properties, and the Labour Act, which prohibits the dismissal of employees, there is also a law targeting civil servants and officials.

The content comes from Article 311 of the Indian Constitution, which roughly means that if you want to dismiss or demote a civil servant, you need to go through a series of complicated procedures.

Apart from the Administrative Bureau, no other agency has the right to interfere with the appointment of officials.

The people in the Administrative Bureau are all officials. Would they investigate themselves?

It goes without saying that dismissal, let alone demotion, is out of the question.

Therefore, Indian officials are fearless even when they make mistakes, knowing they will not be punished.

This is a truly secure job, so secure that it's protected by the constitution.

For the vast majority of Indians, the ultimate dream is to become a civil servant. Taking the civil service exam in India is truly hellish.

Needless to say, civil servants enjoy excellent benefits; Ron's cousin, Ruttan, is a prime example.

For ordinary families, especially those from lower castes, passing the civil service exam is truly a meteoric rise to power.

Of course, for Brahmins of that era, becoming a civil servant was far too easy.

Adiya is both an official and a municipal councilor, holding multiple positions.

Incidentally, more than half of the state legislators in Uttar Pradesh have murder charges against them.

Murder, hiring someone to commit murder, rape—these are all serious crimes, but those who only embezzle are rare good people.

The entire Uttar Pradesh is ruled by a group of criminals, so you can imagine what the situation is like there; the story is far from over.

On the way back, Adiya took the initiative to tell Ron and the others about the dam.

The foundation allocated 600 million rupees to build the dam, but Indian officials are all corrupt.

Adiya and his group kept only a little over 100 million yuan to build a dam for show, and distributed the rest among themselves.

It's that simple, not even surprising.

“By the way, Ron, I heard you’re planning to acquire a piece of land in Varanasi?” Adiya asked.

“I own a factory in Mumbai and now I want to build a branch factory in Uttar Pradesh.”

“Sur Electric! Did you see the commercial on ALL India TV?” Nirav boasted as he drove.

"Of course I saw it. Drive your car properly," Adiya scolded. He was the second oldest son and Nilav's older brother.

He lives in the city and has owned a television for a long time; he has seen advertisements for Suer Electric Appliances more than once.

But who knew it was Ron's company? The latter never notified them.

“But it’s a great name, absolutely fantastic!” Adiya shared the same aesthetic sense as everyone else.

“I want to trade that piece of land in the village for one in the city,” Ron said, revealing his plan.

“No need for that trouble, at least not now,” Adiya said confidently. “We’re going to meet a few key figures.”

He suddenly had a brilliant idea that could offset the negative impact of the dam.

PS: I'm posting a big update today to thank my longtime readers.

(End of this chapter)