I am a master in India

Chapter 238 Making trouble
The urgent tolling of the bell quickly woke up the mine's guards, who shouted and hurriedly ran outside, guns in hand.

Some people had bare arms and hadn't even had time to put their clothes on properly. Others had only eaten half their meal, their mouths stuffed full.

"Muna, who's causing trouble?" Dorje didn't have time to argue with him; the important matter was at hand.

“There are many people over there!” Muna pointed to the main road to the southwest.

After this delay, the team has already arrived at Kana Village and is turning towards the mine.

The lead truck carried banners that read, "Give us back our land!" and "Get out of Mirzabul!"

The crowd, chanting slogans, slowly approached the mine.

"Quick! Stop them!" Dorje shouted, then ran quickly into the house to call Latan at the manor.

The mine and the estate were not far apart, and as an employee of the telecommunications company, Ratan had already set up telephones in both places.

Upon receiving the order, the guards immediately grabbed their guns and blocked the march, keeping the procession far away from the mine and cement plant.

"Give us back our land!" "Get out of Mirzabul!"

The man leading the group stood on the truck, raising his arms and shouting, while the ragged farmers around him mechanically and numbly repeated his commands.

Click, snap, the reporters with cameras bustled around, trying to find the best angle.

At the very back of the procession, a car with the license plate "Kalimbay" followed slowly.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Ram was wearing sunglasses and watching the farce with a smile.

"Brother Ram, you really know how to do things. As long as the newspapers expose it, the Varanasi people are definitely in trouble!" The lackey beside him flattered.

“Although the Tripati family controls the arms business in the East, we need to use our brains more,” Ram said smugly.

Yes, that was a quote from his father, Kalimbay, which Ram learned and used on the spot.

"Will these guys on the other side fall for it?" The henchman craned his neck to watch the spectacle.

“The people of Varanasi are arrogant and conceited; they certainly cannot withstand provocation.”

After the last incident, Ram learned his lesson and stopped acting recklessly.

He was a student at Mirzabul University, not some country bumpkin; he knew how to leverage the power of public opinion.

The man at the very front of the group shouted slogans louder and louder. He waved his hands vigorously, like a general commanding his soldiers into battle.

The farmers around him were originally tenants in the homes of those two beasts.

Later, Ron built a cement plant here, which requisitioned about 100 acres of farmland.

For some reason, some of them were suddenly gathered together today to protest and march here.

As the atmosphere grew increasingly tense, the mine's guards leveled their guns at the crowd.

Realizing something was wrong, Muna suddenly jumped into the middle of the crowd.

“You took Mr. Suer’s compensation, and now you’re causing trouble here. Where is your conscience?”

The crowd was taken aback, wondering where this boy had come from.

"The Varanasi people only paid 500 rupees to send everyone away. Is that enough to support a family?" the leading man on the other side shouted.

"Not enough! Not enough!" the farmers echoed.

“That’s our land, the land our whole family depends on for survival!”

"Give me back my land! Give me back my land!"

Ram laughed loudly, and the accompanying reporters seized the opportunity to take pictures again.

“The land belongs to two beasts!” Muna shouted. “Have you forgotten how those two landlords treated everyone?”

A slight commotion arose among the crowd; not only the farmers across the street, but even the miners here were whispering among themselves.

In the nearby villages, everyone knows the two beasts.

They have ruled this place for generations, and have persecuted countless villagers.

They are dead, but the landlords' influence remains.

"The two beasts rebelled against the Minister, but were wiped out by Mr. Sur. The land now belongs to Mr. Sur, but he didn't take it directly; instead, he paid him money."

"If they were two beasts, would they give us money? No! They would whip us and then continue to extract money from us."

“Then what are we going to do? We have no land, and 500 rupees will only last us a few months,” someone jeered.

“Then come to the mine! Come to the construction site!” Muna pointed to the factory that had sprung up behind him. “Mr. Sull will not refuse any hardworking person. The salary he pays is enough to support your entire family.”

The crowd gradually fell silent; they knew Muna was telling the truth. It was just that some slackers were unwilling to work and only cared about enjoying their compensation.

The money ran out quickly, but they didn't want to suffer on the construction site. Just then, someone conspired with them to cause trouble, and each of them received a small reward afterward.

These people were tempted. Why should the land they had cultivated for generations be suddenly taken away by someone else?
However, Muna's words revealed the cruel truth.

They never truly owned the land; they were serfs, peasants!
For generations, they have had no reason to cause trouble; these lands have nothing to do with them.

Memories of being abused by beasts begin to resurface, and one horrific event after another surfaces in his mind.

The farmers who had been coerced into coming began to back down. They still had families; how could they bear to let those tragedies happen in their own homes?
Seeing that things were not going well, the leader started to urge the crowd on again, but his morale was not nearly as high as before.

He gritted his teeth and prepared to lead the charge, to take down the boy first.

Suddenly, the roar of an engine came from afar, and a truck packed with people was speeding towards them.

They were all armed and were all yelling as they fired into the air.

The rat-a-tat-tat of gunfire was the most effective signal to drive them away, and the already timid farmers scattered in all directions.

The leader couldn't be called back no matter how hard they tried; the fear buried deep in their blood was awakened, and they were all terrified.

"Brother Ram, that's an AK! Quick, let's run!" The henchman patted the driver repeatedly.

Ram wanted to say something tough, but he was also a little intimidated by the menacing truck on the other side.

The farmers and reporters who had been called in had already dispersed; there was no need for them to stay.

So he turned the car around and slipped away. The footage he filmed was enough to keep the people of Varanasi busy. Ratan and his men came in full force, but they never had a chance to make a move.

"Who's causing trouble?" He glared angrily, and the crowd was so frightened that they all retreated.

“Sir, he is from Mirzabul,” Muna stepped forward and answered.

"Did you see clearly?"

"There was a car at the back of the procession with the license plate 'Kalimbai'."

“Muna, tell me in detail what happened.” Ratan squinted.

"Yes, sir."

Muna stepped forward and gave a brief account of what had just happened, while the others around her chimed in with their own comments.

Dorjee was jealous; this little rascal was getting smarter and smarter.

After listening to Muna's story, Ratan glanced at him in surprise.

Who taught you these things?

"Wh-what?" Muna asked nervously.

"Master, I know!" Dorje suddenly jumped out from the side. He had been watching the whole time. "This kid is secretly reading a book, hiding in the mountains to read a book."

"You can read?" Ratan was even more surprised.

“Yes, it’s a book my master gave me,” Muna tried to explain.

“Oh, I remember now.” Ratan vaguely remembered that Ron had specifically asked him to bring a lot of books from Varanasi.

“Master, a servant should not be literate; that is a grave offense,” Dorje chimed in from the side.

"Go away!" Ratan kicked him away.

Ratan is impulsive, that's true, but he's not stupid. He not only attended high school, but also the local religious university.

Although it may not be particularly prestigious, it does offer an elite level of knowledge and experience.

He knew all too well that in Uttar Pradesh, the educated and the illiterate were two completely different species.

The former is a human being, the latter is an ignorant slave.

Muna impressed him; this kid has potential.

Yes, Bidoji has potential.

“From today onwards, the gates to the mine and construction site are yours. Outsiders, especially troublemakers, must not be allowed in.”

“Yes, sir!” Muna puffed out his chest, struggling to support the oversized khaki uniform.

Ratan waved them away; he already knew what had happened.

The other party actually brought reporters, which is a bit troublesome.

This matter will have to be handled by Ron; he's not good at dramatic situations and has no patience.

Ron is very busy right now, and he expected to be busy.

With a cement plant under construction in Uttar Pradesh, a new industrial park in Mumbai, and a newly launched television project, it's no wonder they're so busy.

Today and next year, he will probably be traveling between the north and the south.

Upon returning to Varanasi, he didn't even visit his hometown; he immediately had his driver, Ishang, take him to the mine.

The estate of those two beasts has been seized by the Suer family, and Ratan usually lives here.

If Ron comes to the mine, he will stay at the manor temporarily; there are plenty of empty rooms.

He already knew what had happened; Ratan gave a brief account.

Mura went into great detail, even recounting his trip to Blackburg to read books.

“These guys are definitely up to no good.” Ron frowned as he spread out the newspaper on the table.

The other party acted quickly; what happened yesterday was already in the newspaper today.

The local Uttar Pradesh newspaper, the Daily News, reported on its front page that farmers were demonstrating at the Suhr cement plant construction site.

The conflict centers on land expropriation; though not explicitly stated, the accompanying images make it crystal clear.

On one side were ragged farmers, and on the other side were security guards carrying guns and looking menacing.

People are naturally sympathetic to the weak, and I'm sure some people are already gossiping about it behind their backs.

The tabloids in Mirzabul were even more blunt, stating that the Sur family had seized peasant land and shot many rebels.

Yes, those two beasts were the rebels, and their families even spoke out in the newspapers to testify.

This is quite a clever manipulation of public opinion; it seems the Tripati family has really invested heavily this time.

"If you ask me, we should just wipe out that King of Mirzabul and that will guarantee we won't have any more trouble," Ratan said directly.

“The East is crazy, but it hasn’t reached the point of a free-for-all yet,” Ron said, glancing at him helplessly.

Uttar Pradesh is indeed extraordinary, but it ultimately has a stable government.

An occasional skirmish is fine, but don't even think about large-scale armed conflict.

Do they really think they can do whatever they want just because they have guns? If they alert the troops here, no one will get away with it.

The government of Lucknow, its more than 100 million people, and its business community do not want Uttar Pradesh to descend into chaos.

Ron is the same; a peaceful and prosperous environment is the only suitable place to do business. Otherwise, why would he open a cement factory?

“Master, we can also use this method to deal with them,” Muna suddenly said boldly.

"Huh?" Ron and Ratan both looked over curiously.

(End of this chapter)