I am a master in India

Chapter 245 Betrayal
The new factory had only been in operation for a few days when it was ordered to make rectifications by law enforcement, which sounds like a joke.

The bigger joke was yet to come: no sooner had the boiler and pressure vessel inspector left than another patrol inspector arrived.

Even Ron didn't know what this so-called vigilante did.

As usual, the other party went straight to their destination upon entering the factory, and finally seized on the fact that the workers were not wearing masks, issuing another work stoppage notice.

Damn, when did Indian workers become so particular? Wearing masks? Many people don't even recognize what these things are!

When Ratan heard the news, he was so angry that he wanted to drag the man over and beat him up, but Ron stopped him in time.

Those who can become civil servants in Uttar Pradesh are not from low castes.

The Sue family is indeed doing well right now, but they are not yet at the point where they can stand up to everyone.

Furthermore, the other party is a government law enforcement officer. What, are you planning to use force to rebel against the government?
Ron dismissed the guard after handing over a thick envelope.

"Brother, these people are treating us like easy prey." Ratan was extremely aggrieved.

“That’s not how you slaughter a fat sheep.” Ron sensed something unusual.

"Isn't Yadav quite willing to take the money? With recent events, surely no one will disagree with him?"

“I’m going to make a phone call.” Ron headed straight for the cement plant’s office.

If it were just that inspector from before, it wouldn't matter; there's no need to go to the chief minister over such a trivial matter. It's not worth it.

But being repeatedly harassed and extorted is a different matter altogether.

He could certainly continue to bribe them to send them away, but what about the reputation of the Su family?
There's nothing new under the sun; if word gets out, people will think he's easy to bully.

Being labeled this way in Uttar Pradesh would be a terrible thing, like a piece of meat falling into a wolf's den.

Two minutes later, Ron put down the phone with a blank expression.

"How so?" Ratan asked.

"The call was not connected."

"Ok?"

"His office assistant said that Yadav went on a field inspection."

Ratan's expression became subtle; this explanation was weak and unconvincing.

"Excuse?"

"This possibility cannot be ruled out."

"What are you going to do?"

"I will go to Lucknow again in the next couple of days."

Ron should talk to that Yadav and at least figure out where the problem lies.

This makes no sense at all. They have a tacit understanding and have just won a government infrastructure project together. They even agreed on the percentages.

Ron had his suspicions about the Tripatty family, but given their methods, they wouldn't be so gentle.

He's in the arms business; if a business war were to break out, it's possible they'd fight each other with firearms.

The mine has ample defenses, so Ron isn't worried about that.

Or perhaps Yadav and them made some kind of deal in private?
If that were the case, Yadav would have had no reason to award government projects to the Suer cement plant.

This kind of business is highly profitable, so there's no need to give it to those who are about to be kicked out.

Putting aside his doubts, Ron encouraged the workers to work at full capacity, as the Suer Cement Plant had no shortage of orders.

He planned to go to Lucknow tomorrow, but he couldn't make it.

After that vigilant inspector, now there's a chief inspector.

As expected, the Suer Cement Plant received another work stoppage order.

Ron couldn't hold back any longer. You don't have to come every day to beg for money, do you?

Damn it, they did it on purpose.

After sending the man away, Ron immediately summoned Goyle.

"Didn't you notice the problem?" he asked.

"Mr. Sue, are you referring to corruption?"

"No, corruption is not the problem in India. Why do these inspectors always find reasons to stop work, and they don't just make things up?"

Once could be considered a coincidence, but twice, three times... even a fool would know there's something wrong.

“Mr. Su, you suspect…”

"Who has access to the places where those inspectors pointed out the problems?" Ron squinted.

"I'll go back and investigate immediately." Gore also knew the seriousness of the matter.

"No, just give me my list."

Gore paused, then nodded. He knew what to do; he was also from Uttar Pradesh.

Ron sat in his brand-new, damp office, tapping his fingers lightly, his face expressionless.

Before the cement factory could even get started, it was already being targeted.

Uttar Pradesh is truly a lawless place.

He's starting to understand Ratan's thinking now; it doesn't really matter what business you do here.

Whether it's straw or cement, violence is probably indispensable.

“Master.” Muna stood at the door and peeked in.

"What is it?" Ron let him in.

"I ran into someone in town a couple of days ago."

"Ok?"

“He was Mr. Gore’s apprentice, Gudu. I only saw his back; it seemed he was heading in the direction of the Tripati family.”

Ron paused his light tapping fingers, then sat up straight.

“Muna, tell me everything you saw at the time, don’t miss any details.”

"Yes, Master." Muna was somewhat embarrassed; he and Dorji hadn't done anything good that night.

However, since his master had given him instructions, he naturally wouldn't hide anything, and he even revealed everything about how he and Dorje had hired Nepalese girls.

"Don't tell anyone about this, not even Dorje."

"Yes, Master, I will inform him immediately."

Half a day later, Gao handed over a list.

Those were all the people who worked alongside him, some were subordinates, and some were interns.

Ron knew what was going on with just a glance.

"Rambay, this is the latest intelligence from the factory." "Very good, Gudu. How's the other matter going?"

“Uh,” Gudu looked troubled. “Those guys won’t take the bait; they’re all Su’s lackeys.”

“It’s alright,” Ram said affectionately, putting her arm around his shoulder. “No one will dare to bully you at school anymore, and your sister’s dowry won’t be a problem either.”

"Thank you, Rambai! Thank you!" Gudu kept bowing with his hands clasped together.

"Have you figured out the daily routines of the two Suer family members?" Ram asked again.

“They have been living on the Casa family’s estate, which is heavily guarded, and I dare not go near it.”

"Besides the manor and the mines, don't they go anywhere else?"

"Sometimes I go back to Varanasi to reunite with my family, but nobody knows the specifics of my trip."

“Good,” Ram nodded. “Soon, the Tripati family will clear the way. There can only be one king in Mirzabul.”

"Long live Tripati!" Gudu quickly bent down and touched Ram's toes.

"Go."

Gu Du left happily, his face beaming with joy.

His family lived in the town of Mirzapur, and his parents were both laundry workers.

Not only were the conditions poor, but they were also frequently bullied.

Gudu is the only hope in his family. His older sister is already twenty-five years old but still unmarried in order to support his university education.

At that age, she would be considered an old maid in Uttar Pradesh.

Therefore, the groom's family made an exorbitant demand for a dowry that was completely beyond the Gu Du family's means.

This included a gold watch—a Seiko automatic watch, a new bicycle, an expensive suit, and a sum of cash.

The family couldn't afford all the necessary items, and the older sister secretly shed tears, while the parents sighed repeatedly.

Gudu knew it was time for him to step forward and take responsibility for everything.

From the time he started school, he wore the best clothes in the house, was the first to sit down to eat, and didn't have to do any work.

My older sister hasn't gotten married yet, in order to help support the family. She's never been to school and can't bear to buy herself a new sari.

My parents are over sixty years old, and their hands have been soaked and bruised time and time again from washing clothes.

He couldn't pretend he didn't see it; he had already completed his internship, and now it was time to pay the price.

He owes them this, this is his life.

In order to quickly raise the dowry, Gu Du had no choice but to take a risk.

He thanked Mr. Sue for the job, but then again, Mirzabur was a member of the Tripati family.

He doesn't plan to go back to the factory tonight; he's going home to visit his family.

Rambay gave him some money, and Gudu bought a bottle of Chadda whiskey at the street corner, something his father would never buy for himself.

The red-light district was as bustling as ever. He licked his lips, a hint of longing in his eyes.

However, before he could take that step, Gudu suddenly froze.

“Muna?”

Hello, Gudu.

"Why are you here?"

"I'll be waiting for you," Muna replied with a smile.

"Wait for me?" Gu Du asked in astonishment.

"Yes." Muna stepped aside.

Anil, Dorji, and the others slowly emerged from the shadows.

Gudu's face turned deathly pale, and his legs trembled uncontrollably.

“I advise you not to act rashly. We know where your family lives,” Anil warned him.

Gudu trembled as he tried to say something, but finally lowered his head in despair.

"Take him away!" Anil tilted his head at his subordinate.

Bang! The newly bought bottle of Chadda whiskey fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

Crack! Crack! Crack! The sound of the whip striking flesh was terrifying.

Latan, panting heavily, threw down the whip, still feeling unsatisfied. He stepped forward and slapped Latan hard across the face.

Gudu's head was slapped to the side, but he was too weak to scream.

He was tied to a chair, his body covered in blood and gore. He couldn't do anything except turn his head.

“Speak! Why did you betray the factory?” Ratan grabbed his collar.

“I’m sorry, sir,” Gudu cried.

"We paid you, provided you with accommodation, and gave you a respectable life. Is this how you repay the Su family?"

"gentlemen."

*Slap!* Ratan slapped him across the face, immediately shutting him up.

"Have you ever seen the miners? They all dream of sitting in your position."

The image of the miners working like mules, two-legged mules, floated into Gudu's mind.

He shook his head frantically, whether out of regret or fear, it was hard to tell.

"Besides the information about the factory, what else did you discuss with the Tripati family?"

Gudu remembered what Ram had said to him on the steps, and fear flashed in his eyes.

“I swear in the name of the sun god Surya, your family will not be implicated in this matter,” Ratan said, looking at him.

"He's inquiring about your whereabouts and routines," Gu Du finally said.

He couldn't disregard the safety of his family; he simply couldn't do it.

Ratan took a deep breath and slowly stood up. He looked down at the dying Gudu, his voice icy cold.

“You have let everyone down. You want to destroy this factory. You want to destroy the Suer family.”

"Sir, please! I'll never do it again. I can be your informant!" Gudu struggled and pleaded.

“Ratan,” Ron, who had been sitting in the back chair, tried to speak.

“Ron, you don’t need to get involved in this. I’ll handle it, according to the rules of the Northern State.”

Ratan's breath smelled of blood and fire.

(End of this chapter)