I am a master in India

Chapter 188 Eat Melon
"What was he arrested for?" Ron had just returned from Uttar Pradesh and wasn't very familiar with Bollywood entertainment news.

“You know, he likes guns and has a collection at home. It just so happens that the bombing happened around that time,” Anu tried to explain.

But Ron knew things weren't that simple, otherwise the Bollywood star wouldn't have been arrested so easily.

He comes from a film family; his father, Sunil Dutt, is a national treasure of India as a film actor and director, as well as a member of the Congress Party and a member of the Senate.

So many dazzling accolades couldn't save his own son, which shows that Sanjay Dutt's case is definitely not a misunderstanding.

"Miss Chandra, did someone ask you to find this place, or..."

“No, it’s me.” Anu quickly waved his hand. “Sanjay has always treated me like a younger sister. Our two families have been in contact for a long time.”

The Anu family were all elites—writers, journalists, directors—and Ron wasn't surprised that they interacted with the Sanjay Dutt family.

Moreover, Anu's husband, Vinod Chopra, is also a film director, and they both work in Bollywood, so it's perfectly normal for them to have a connection.

“Director Vijay Kashar said he met you at his villa in Thackeray, and you had a very pleasant conversation,” Anu continued.

Okay, Ron vaguely remembers. He met Vijay Kashar when he was dealing with the electronics factory in Bania; they even exchanged business cards.

Bollywood's network of connections is incredibly complex; you have connections everywhere you go.

But isn't this exactly what he wants now? Sun Productions is still too weak.

The film "In Praise of Mother" only gave him one foot in the industry; to truly integrate into Bollywood, he still needs to work with top directors.

With their leadership, Sun Productions had the opportunity to truly participate in the investment of Bollywood blockbusters.

We can't keep bidding ourselves forever. What if we make a profit this time but lose money next time?
Ron isn't familiar with Bollywood movies either, so he can't use his cheat codes even if he wanted to.

"Anu, tell me the truth, was Sanjay involved in the bombing?"

"No!" She shook her head firmly.

“Ron, I can guarantee that too.” Vikram nodded to him.

"OK, I think I understand."

Ron needs their assurances; he can't just get involved in this kind of thing casually.

If he steps in, and Sanjay is ultimately found guilty, wouldn't that be incredibly awkward?

“Sanjay has a bad temper and smokes marijuana, but he would never do anything to kill innocent people,” Anu said.

"I heard his mother is a shepherd?" Ron asked again after Mary gave him a hint.

“Yes, that’s Sanjay’s problem; the police don’t trust him,” Anu admitted.

"This is indeed troublesome," Ron said thoughtfully.

Sanjay Dutt's father was a Punjabi Brahmin, while his mother was a pastor—this combination is rather strange.

According to North Indian tradition, these two sides could never be associated with each other.

Bollywood was essentially monopolized by Punjabis and Sindhists. It was taken over by refugees from the partition of India and Pakistan and was once a lowly industry that the Mumbai elites scorned in the 1940s.

From this perspective, Bollywood is to the Punjabi people what Hollywood is to the squid people.

Bollywood still has a large number of practitioners from Punjab, such as Anu's husband, Vinod Chopra, which explains their good relationship with the Duterte family.

It's normal to feel close to someone from the same hometown because of geographical ties.

Even Ajay's father, Lal, was a Punjabi and also a Bollywood director.

Many Punjabis are descendants of Aryans; the men are tall and handsome, and the women are fair-skinned, beautiful, and have long legs.

Ron's appearance also falls into this category; if he changes his style slightly, he will be mistaken for a foreigner.

Sanjay Dutt, who is half Punjabi and half Sindh (Muslim) in blood, is in trouble, and his fellow Bollywood natives are doing their best to help him.

They could have gone directly to Ajay Lar, since he was also half Punjabi.

Cough, just kidding. Given Aijie's personality, he probably won't pay much attention to these people.

"I can't guarantee anything, I can only try." Ron left himself enough room for maneuver.

“That’s good, Mr. Sue,” Anu said gratefully.

Ron learned a lot from today's tea party. He's quite capable of helping to make connections.

He didn't intend to go directly to Thackeray to plead for him; that wouldn't be appropriate.

He needs to understand the background details of the matter first, as what he hears from Anu and Vikram alone may be biased.

Considering Sanjay's father, Sunil Dutt's, status as a member of parliament, Ron secretly made a phone call to Mumbai Mayor Shavan.

Sure enough, a very important piece of information was overlooked.

Sunil Dutt is a Congress Party member, while Bar Thackeray is a leader of the Shiva Army; the two are naturally at odds.

Sunil Dutt resigned from his position as a member of Congress because he could not tolerate the atrocities committed by Shiva's army.

He married a Sindhi woman and was highly respected among the pastoralists.

Many herders have stated clearly, "I will vote for whichever party Sunil Dut belongs to."

What is this? This is our arch-enemy!

Chavannes, also a member of the Congress Party, could be humble and subservient to Thackeray, but Sunil Dutt found it difficult.

He expressed his dissatisfaction with Shiva's army in the media on more than one occasion, and resigned as a result.

Even if he were willing, Thackeray might not cooperate, so the two sides remained deadlocked.

Shavan also told Ron that Sanjay's arrest was likely a setup by Salad Kamal.

This man, also a member of the Congress Party, is engaged in a fierce competition with Sunil Duterte for the party leadership.

Unfortunately, Sunil Duterte's approval rating was exceptionally high, leaving the former with no choice but to resort to underhanded tactics.

Sure enough, as soon as Sanjay was arrested, his father's reputation was damaged and his approval rating plummeted.

Damn, there are so many twists and turns in this. Sanjay, his father (Congress Party), his father's political enemies (Congress Party), Thackeray (Shiva Army), Bollywood supporters.
Everyone has their own motives, and from their perspective, it seems perfectly reasonable.

Even Ron wanted to curry favor and then use the opportunity to help Sun Productions take root in Bollywood.

It all boils down to one thing: profit.

Well, Ron is just an ordinary person, and he plans to pay a visit to Ajay Ral.

Ajay Lars has been promoted again; he is now an deputy inspector, overseeing hundreds of officers and detectives.

Bandra district, Juhu district, parts of southern Mumbai, including Ron’s Suer Electric Appliances, are all within his jurisdiction.

The fact that he was able to rise so quickly, like riding a rocket, is of course thanks to his investigation of the bombing.

Daoud's charges have been largely substantiated, and the Indian government has issued a repatriation request to Dubai.

This former Mumbai gang leader may now be feeling uneasy.

Also implicated in the bombing, Sanjay Dutt was one of the 186 suspects personally arrested by Ejerg.

He was indeed a selfless policeman; no matter who called, Aijie would ignore them.

This included his immediate superior, as well as a motley crew of other officials.

Then Ron arrived.

Aije was sitting in his garden drinking tea when he saw Ron and immediately nodded, gesturing for him to come and have tea with him.

"This is the file on Amor, the guy you asked me to investigate last time." Aijie handed him a document.

"What do you think? That guy is a Brahmin, yet he lives in a slum. That's really unusual."

"No problem, it's probably because he's involved with his father." Ai Jie waved his hand.

Ron glanced through the documents and understood somewhat.

It turned out that his father had committed a murder in his hometown, and the victim was also a powerful and influential person.

Their family was no match for the other side, so they had no choice but to flee to Mumbai.

Alright, having been through the ordeal in Uttar Pradesh, Ron is no longer bothered by such trivial matters.

“By the way, you arrested Sanjay Dutt?” Ron asked.

Aijie turned his head, put down his cup, and stared at him.

"You're here to plead for me too?"

“Someone is looking for me,” Ron shrugged, “but not to plead for me. I’m just asking about the situation.”

“That guy is a bad seed,” Aijie asserted immediately.

Perhaps by his moral standards, 1399 million of Mumbai's 1400 million people are bad.

This is a city of sin, where the people are complicit in each other's crimes.

Aijie had researched Sanjay Dutt's information in great detail, leaving nothing out from childhood to adulthood.

He told Ron that Sanjay was extremely rebellious in his youth.

He started by smoking hemp, and later switched to white cigarettes. He excused himself by saying that the successive deaths of his mother and wife had caused him great psychological trauma.

He not only smoked, but later sold drugs, and spent his days hanging out with a group of Sindhi people.

Fortunately, he hadn't fallen too far. He asked his father to send him to an addiction treatment center in Mississippi, where he stayed for two years.

After his release, he was completely transformed and, thanks to his father Sunil Dutt's connections, made a comeback in Bollywood.

“But this guy is dishonest, you know, he has several ‘guitars’ hidden in his house.”

Aijie gestured with his hand, making a gesture as if he were holding a submachine gun.

"Uh," Ron didn't know what to say, though he actually had quite a few guitars.

“If that were all, he wouldn’t have been implicated in the bombing,” Aiger said.

"Is there more to this story?" Ron asked curiously.

"Those guns were sent to Mumbai by Sanjay after he called Daoud's brother Anies and his deputy Abu."

They hollowed out a Suzuki car, refilled it with submachine guns and grenades, and drove it from Babayang to Mumbai.

They couldn't unload their goods on the main road, so they thought of using Sanjay's garage. And Sanjay, like countless people in the film industry, was filled with curiosity and fascination for the mafia.

Now you know why he was arrested, right? Even if he didn't participate in the bombing, he can't escape the charge of being an accomplice.

Damn, Ron's gone numb. He's always managing to get some new gossip every time he's a bystander.

None of those people's intelligence was reliable; they were all missing limbs.

“Didn’t they say that Sanjay was framed by his father’s political enemies?” Ron asked again.

"That's not entirely wrong. After the incident, his political rival, Kamal, promised Sanjay's father that if Sanjay confessed, he could get him out of prison within two weeks."

So Duterte believed him and sent his son, who was filming in Mauritius, back home, saying he would only be at the police station for two hours at most before going home.

But my orders were to take two hundred armed police officers to the airport. The moment Sanjay stepped off the escalator, his fate was sealed.

Damn, these politicians are really cunning.

Will Sanjay be sentenced?

"He can't escape; he'll be there for at least eighteen months."

Ron frowned, looking helpless.

"Alright, I won't get involved in this, nor will I ask for anything. But I might take someone to see Thackeray, you know that tiger, right?"

“Of course, it’s fine, he can come.” Ai Jie said calmly.

(End of this chapter)