I am a master in India

Chapter 169 Complaint
Ron had met Thackeray a few months ago.

He didn't know why this Shiva army leader had remembered him again, but he still had to see him eventually.

For no other reason than that the other party is now the de facto ruler of Mumbai.

His word could even cancel the celebration of a traditional festival.

Although Shiva's army is not a political party, its existence is no different from that of a parallel government.

The Mumbai Municipal Corporation's services were so poor that they were practically nonexistent, and the Shiv Sena Army replaced it as the essential bridge for the public to access public welfare.

Each of the Shiva Army branch buildings located throughout Mumbai has a leader stationed there.

They sat behind their desks, listening to the requests from the people, just as the kings and princes of old had done.

They weren't just going through the motions; on the contrary, they diligently coordinated various conflicts, working until very late.

There were disabled people applying for typist jobs, residents hoping to have electricity in their homes soon, and couples seeking mediation after a long argument…

There was also an ambulance parked outside these buildings; they were scattered throughout the city, numbering in the hundreds.

The drivers are on standby, ready to transport critically ill patients from the slums to the hospital, and charge only a token fee.

Frankly, the Shiva Army's approach is more reliable than that of the Mumbai government's public sector.

They won the support of a considerable portion of the population, and Thackeray's prestige grew day by day.

Ron suspected that Thackeray's underlings worshipped him more than a religion.

Indians are too fond of creating gods and are often prone to blind worship.

This applies not only to ordinary people, but also to government officials, lawmakers, and police officers.

The increasing number of police cars in front of that villa deep in the Karaguer Road is proof of this.

When Ron visited for the second time, there were more police officers, and their ranks were also higher.

Various vehicles were parked outside the villa gate, including police cars, luxury cars, sports cars, and limousines.

As usual, there was a security check upon entering, and bodyguards like Anil were directly stopped at the door.

It was too hot, and under a big tree in the courtyard, a number of bodyguards, drivers, and other attendants were hiding. They had all come with the important person who was visiting Thackeray.

Whether you are a member of parliament, a businessman, or no matter how rich or powerful you are, you must abide by the rules here.

He waved for Anil and the others to do as he was told, and then Ron walked alone up the white marble steps.

Before I even entered the living room, I bumped into a figure rushing out.

"Hello, Dr. Suer."

“Mr. Shah? Hello.”

Ron was surprised at first, then smiled and shook hands with him.

"Sul Electric is the pride of Mumbai. Thank you for your contributions to the city," Shah said with a warm smile and friendly tone.

"This is also thanks to the government's support. We are mutually beneficial and both are contributing to the stability of Mumbai."

“You’re right,” he said, patting Ron’s arm affectionately. “There’s a party at the racetrack next Friday. Are you free?”

"Of course, I would be more than happy to."

"We'll talk again later," Shah said, then turned and left.

His assistant and driver jogged from under the tree to the door, managing to open the car door before Shah arrived.

Chandra Shah is the current mayor of Mumbai and a member of the Maharashtra State Council.

He is a Shudra, a native of Maharashtra. His appointment as mayor of India's largest city was entirely due to the "caste equality" policy implemented by the Congress Party in the 90s.

Otherwise, it would be extremely difficult for someone of a lower caste to climb to their current position.

If these things alone weren't enough to surprise Ron, the mayor of Shah also had another identity: a member of the Congress Party.

As is well known, Shiva's army and the BJP are close allies, with the former practically acting as the latter's spokesperson in Mumbai.

But now a member of the Congress Party has come running to visit Thackeray's villa.

Tsk, this Shiva army leader's power is growing stronger every day.

Led by a servant, Ron entered the living room, where a young woman was waiting.

“Dr. Suer.” She came over to greet him, getting very close.

"Hello, Ms. Thackeray."

This young woman was Thackeray's daughter-in-law, whom Ron had met once.

She is a charming woman; whenever she looks at you, it seems like she's giving you a flirtatious glance.

Ron subtly moved a step away, feeling that the other person was too close and too enthusiastic.

The rumors surrounding this father-in-law and daughter-in-law have become an open secret.

He had no interest in getting involved with this young woman. Putting aside Thackeray's power, Ron himself was not short of women near him.

Aren't Urmila and Manisa much better? Their looks far surpass this promiscuous woman's.

"Is Mr. Thackeray free right now?" Ron got straight to the point to avoid her rambling on.

“My father-in-law is in the study. He said that Dr. Suer can come in directly without waiting.”

"Thank you." Ron followed her into the study.

It was the same reception room as last time, and the slender Thackeray was sitting behind his desk.

On the table were two eye-catching nameplates, one small and white, the other large and gold.

The inscriptions were written in Marathi, which roughly translate to, "Summon them to battle, and they will surely win; they have won my heart!" and "If you dare disobey, you will never see me again." This is clearly a military style, worthy of the reputation of Shiva's army.

Two other people were standing in front of Thackeray’s desk. One was Senator Kaplan, whom Ron had met before.

Another middle-aged man with brown skin looked somewhat familiar.

When he saw Ron come in, he gritted his teeth, making a grinding sound.

That hateful gaze seemed to want to devour the person in front of it alive.

Ron was baffled. What grudge did this guy have against him that warranted this?
and many more…

“Dr. Sull, I heard you two had some disagreements?” Thackeray asked.

“Who?” Ron looked at the two men beside him. “Aside from Senator Kapoor, this gentleman seems to be meeting me for the first time?”

"Sul, look what you've done!" the middle-aged man finally exploded. "You've destroyed my factory!"

“What are you talking about!” Ron frowned. “I just walked in the door and you’re already asking me to take charge of your factory? Do I look like some kind of sucker? I don’t even know your name!”

"Who else but you? Everyone in Mumbai knows we're competitors!"

"Sul Electric has no competitors; you overestimate yourself."

"you…"

"Quiet!" Thackeray interrupted angrily. "Do you think this is a vegetable market? Stop making such a racket."

The people in the room remained silent. Ron thought to himself, "So they've come to seek justice from Thackeray."

Thackeray's daughter-in-law brought over a cup of milk tea and personally fed him a sip before Thackeray spoke again.

"What exactly happened, Dr. Sue? Did you send someone to vandalize his factory?" he asked.

“Of course not! I don’t even know this gentleman’s name. This is the first time we’ve met,” Ron denied outright.

“Banya, how can you say this is your first time meeting?” Thackeray asked.

“Yes, but there’s no one else but him for this!” Bania insisted.

"Where's the evidence? You can't just say whatever you want, can you?" Ron shrugged.

“The workers in my factory can testify that people heard them chanting your slogans.”

“My workers can attest that it wasn’t me,” Ron chuckled. “It’s utterly absurd.”

Thacker glanced at them and said seriously, "We need evidence for our actions and words, otherwise what's the difference between us and those idiots in the court?"

“Agreed!” Ron nodded. “The police have to follow the rules too. I don’t even know what happened at Mr. Bania’s factory.”

"It was smashed by a bunch of thugs!" Bania glared at him menacingly.

"And then? You suspect it's me? There has to be a reason."

“I just said we are competitors, and my factory is just about to launch,” Bania stopped abruptly.

Ron looked at him with a half-smile. "You mean the water-cooled air conditioner that imitates Suer Electric? To be honest, I didn't take it too seriously."

Hearing Ron say that, Thackeray suddenly remembered the recent newspaper reports.

"You little brat, you plagiarized other people's work, you're really pathetic, you've completely disgraced the Indian nation!"

"I," Bania stammered, unable to speak.

“Stand up straight! What’s wrong with you? Have you gone idiot?” Thackeray scolded.

Bania lowered her eyes, not daring to look at him.

This tiger is all-powerful; with a single word from him, Bania could be rendered powerless in Mumbai.

The laws of Mumbai were practically meaningless to Thackeray; the entire Maharashtra police force obeyed him without question, making him akin to an emperor emeritus in Maharashtra.

“Dr. Suer, are you sure you have nothing to do with this?” he asked.

“Shiva vouched for me; my workers did not leave the factory, and I did not instruct anyone to sabotage Mr. Bania’s factory.”

“Okay, I believe you. Dr. Sue is a good man.” Thackeray nodded.

Bania, standing nearby, became anxious. "Those people are clearly chanting the slogan of the Sun God—no, the name of Sur!"

“If bad people pray to Shiva before doing evil, does that mean Shiva is responsible for it?” Ron immediately retorted.

“That makes sense,” Thackeray said, pointing to the newspaper on the table. “So many people regard Dr. Sul as a saint, so does that mean Dr. Sul should be held responsible for all the bad things they do?”

"Yes," Bania tried to say something, but was interrupted by Sackley reaching out.

“Dr. Sur is a hero in Mumbai, he wouldn’t do such a thing. What you’re saying is just a sign of your guilty conscience, you don’t even have a single reliable piece of evidence.”

Bania's lips trembled slightly, still unwilling to give up.

"What else do you have to say? Do you expect me to do things your way?" Thackeray glared at him.

"Of course not, Mr. Thackeray! It's just my factory. It's the culmination of so many years of my hard work!"

Bania was in tears. He had suffered so much to get to where he was today, coming from a poor boy in the countryside.

As a result, an unexpected disaster wiped out most of his fortune, which he could not accept.

Bania spent a lot of money to promote his water-cooled air conditioner brand, with bribes and advertising costs alone amounting to millions of rupees.

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“Fine, for Mr. Thackeray’s sake, I have a suggestion that everyone can accept.” Ron put on a great performance, feigning sympathy.

Sackley and Bania both looked up, staring at him in astonishment.

(End of this chapter)