I am a master in India

Chapter 319 Bandit's Den
"Long live SP Yadav!" "Long live SP Yadav!"

The streets of Lucknow were filled with parades, and Ron's car was stuck in place.

He first went to the Suer Electric Factory, and on his way back he ran into a crowd of people with flags waving.

"There are still three months until the election season, why start campaigning so early?"

"Young Master, this year's election is quite exciting, with both sides evenly matched," the driver, Yi Shang, pointed out the window.

Another group also rushed into the street, red and green intertwined, neither giving way to the other.

“The traffic in Lucknow is worse than in Mumbai,” Ron sighed.

"Young master, please have some whiskey first, and leave the rest to me."

Yi Shang took out a bottle of his treasured whiskey from beside the gearbox. This new Lexus was luxuriously equipped with every feature imaginable.

He controlled the steering wheel with one hand and picked up the whiskey bottle with the other, reaching behind him to pour the whiskey into a glass, without spilling a single drop even while the car was moving!
This is the skill an Indian driver must possess. Besides exceptional reflexes, night vision, and extreme patience, he must also be a top-notch bartender!

This was also one of Ishan's specialties, and with this skill, he rightfully became the number one driver for the Suer family.

"Call me when we get there." Ron drank some wine and then closed his eyes to rest.

"Yes, young master."

It was more than half an hour later when Ishan woke him up again.

In front of them was Yadav's mansion in Lucknow, a vast palace-like structure.

Ron walked through the gate empty-handed, without carrying a travel bag.

He was received by Yadav's brother, Satya, and a table had already been set up in the garden.

“Where is the Chief Minister?” Ron asked.

“Election season is just around the corner, he’s very busy,” Satya said with an apologetic smile.

How did your last local election go?

"You still remember?" Satya asked, somewhat surprised.

“Yes,” Ron smiled and nodded, “you have the demeanor of an elector.”

"Thank you, everything is going well in the constituency!" Satya clasped his hands in respect.

He looked very excited, as if receiving praise from Mr. Sue was a great honor.

Yes, what do candidates like Suer Electric Appliances, Suer Building Materials, and Suer Mining lack most? Money!
"Call me if you encounter any difficulties in the future," Ron said, subtly extending an olive branch.

“Oh! Of course!” Satya couldn’t stop smiling.

"Welcome! Welcome!" Yadav hurried over from a distance, looking very eager.

“Good luck.” Ron stood up.

"Sul, it's been a long time since you've come." Yadav hugged him warmly.

"This year has been very busy; I've traveled to almost every corner of India."

“I gave your Suer Electric Appliances the biggest support in Lucknow.”

"Of course, I understand."

After exchanging a few witty remarks, the two slowly sat down.

"What are you still doing here?" Yadav turned to look at his younger brother. "Have you finished dealing with party affairs?"

“Uh, yes.” Satya got up sheepishly; he had wanted to talk to Mr. Sue a little longer.

“This guy is a complete idiot,” Yadav said with a nonchalant shrug.

"At least he's obedient, isn't he?"

“He’s my brother, of course he has to listen to me.” Yadav had a servant bring over mangoes.

He still ate in the same way, always licking his fingers after finishing a piece.

“Sur, you didn’t come to see me right away.” He looked up.

“I haven’t been back to Uttar Pradesh for a whole year; there’s an emergency at the factory.”

"It's urgent, huh? That makes sense." He nodded.

"So how was this election?"

“That untouchable Mayawati has invested a lot of money in the Pufancha district this time, and they will do everything they can to compete with us.”

"Don't worry, Uttar Pradesh will support you."

“What can Uttar Pradesh do for me?” He threw down the towel he was using to wipe his hands. “Uttar Pradesh had better support me, otherwise many things will be difficult to handle.”

"What happened six months ago can already prove it."

“You’ve reminded me,” Yadav smiled. “Six months ago, I almost lost my position; I only survived because people gave me money. Sue, where’s your money?”

Ron looked at him but didn't say anything.

“You are a big merchant and entrepreneur in Uttar Pradesh, wielding great power in the east. But if it weren’t for my support, you wouldn’t have achieved what you have today.”

“Yes.” Ron nodded, with a slight smile.

“Without my support, you’d be homeless in Lucknow.” He shook his head.

"How much do you want?"

"Twenty million rupees."

“Mr. Minister, although the cement plant business is doing alright, I still owe the bank a large debt.” Ron adjusted his posture.

"That's your business. Also, don't think I don't know you made a fortune this year; your cement business earned hundreds of millions of rupees."

“This amount of money is too large. Taking it directly will affect the operation of the factory. I need some time.”

“Of course, what do I have to worry about?” Yadav chuckled. “Uttar Pradesh is full of businessmen, but there’s only one Chief Minister.”

"You know, Tiraka and Tripati both called me recently. Just a quick chat, nothing much, just about the Sombrad mine. It's really none of your business, but I wanted to let you know anyway." "I know, I'll get ready." Ron smiled, stood up, and left.

Yadav stared at his retreating figure, his smile fading.

He's in big trouble now; he needs to raise enough money to invest in the election.

Since breaking with the Socialist Party, his party (SP) has lost nearly a third of its constituencies.

If he cannot fill the vacancies in his camp in time, he will not be able to gain a majority in parliament, and he will undoubtedly lose the election.

He needs money, lots and lots of money, to win over voters.

Yadav couldn't wait any longer; he didn't even bother with polite formalities and forced Suer to pay.

He knew he couldn't show weakness at this moment; he had to be tough, very tough, until the group of merchants were afraid.

This trick always works; Yadav has experience with it.

"Conquer the world!" "Yadav is supreme!"

The march outside continued, but Ron simply took out his phone and dialed a number.

Yes, there are also mobile base station pilot projects in Lucknow.

“Mr. Singh, I think it’s time for us to meet, and it would be best to invite Ms. Mayawati along.”

Khalil Singh, the former Chief Minister of Uttar Pradesh and also the head of the BJP there, had invited Ron some time ago.

Mayawati is a low-caste person who doesn't even have a surname.

To emphasize her status as the "Supreme Leader," many followers of the Socialist Party referred to her as Bihengji Mayawati, meaning "Respected Sister."

If you think she came from a poor background and was a lowly, illiterate Dalit, you are sorely mistaken.

Mayawati is from Delhi; her father was a post office employee in a nearby village.

That's right, it's a public institution with a formal staff position, and the benefits are those of a civil servant.

As early as the 1950s and 60s, India began to implement a limited "reservation" system.

They reserve some public sector positions for lower-caste untouchables, whose families are the beneficiaries.

This policy was finally written into law in 90, and the allocation ratio of 27% was clearly specified.

Mayawati came from a well-off family when she was a child. While other Dalit children were struggling, she was able to sit in a spacious classroom at school.

He even got into the prestigious Delhi University Law School, and then in the 70s went on to study at Meerut University in Uttar Pradesh, where he earned a Bachelor of Education degree.

Regardless of caste, this resume is better than that of most members of parliament in Uttar Pradesh.

Can you expect murderers, rapists, and corrupt officials to know what law is or what education is?
She joined the Socialist Party in 84 and became its second leader.

With the election approaching, Mayawati also took up residence at the headquarters of the Popular Socialist Party in Lucknow.

Of course, Ron wasn't that stupid to just walk straight to their door and visit them.

He chose to meet at Kallian Singh's house, which gave both sides enough room to maneuver.

Kalian Singh was no ordinary man; the Babri Qing Mosque was demolished under his instigation.

Yes, he played a part in the 92 Indo-Muslim conflict, and like Mo Daxian, he was a staunch nationalist.

These two had a victorious reunion here before, and they had a good relationship.

When Ron returned to Uttar Pradesh, he made a phone call as a representative of the BJP. The message was clear: stop supporting Yadav's Socialist Party.

The BJP is now allied with the Baha'i Party to defeat Yadav and win the upcoming general election.

Ron already had a good relationship with the BJP, so this meeting was a natural progression.

Mayawati, on the other hand, was pleasantly surprised; she felt as if she had been hit by a pie.

When Ron arrived at the Singer’s house, the two powerful figures from the party were already waiting there.

"I've heard so much about you, Mr. Sur." "May the glory of Shiva shine upon you."

"Hello," Ron greeted them.

“Mr. Adniwa specifically asked me to thank you for your support of my party,” Singh said first.

"India needs the BJP, and we have a very pleasant working relationship."

“Yes, our party believes that entrepreneurs like you are the future of India.” Singh smiled and nodded. “Oh, by the way, this is Ms. Mayawati.”

“Every caste should have its own rights, and caste should not be the basis for measurement,” Ron blurted out a nonsensical statement.

“The Socialist Party of the Masses was born for this purpose,” Mayawati smiled.

She was very dark-skinned, even darker than the people of Tamil Nadu in the south.

To be honest, this was the first time Ron had been so close to a Dalit woman.

After exchanging pleasantries, the conversation gradually shifted to the upcoming election.

“Yadav is like a bandit, robbing everywhere without any regard for other people’s interests,” Singh complained.

“He tried to kill me, that time in the hotel. We have to stick together, or he’ll smash us one by one,” Mayawati said indignantly.

"Does he have an advantage in the election?" Ron asked.

“The Socialist Party has its own base, but if our two parties unite, then they won’t have a single chance,” Singh replied.

“The prerequisite is that we have enough campaign funds,” Mayawati stared at Ron. “Mr. Sur, you have to help us, otherwise Yadav won’t give you any good treatment.”

“Just tell me directly, how much help do you need?” Ron didn’t like her threatening manner.

"Fifty million rupees! Not a penny less!" Mayawati waved her hand arrogantly.

Ron smiled.

Damn it, every single political party in Uttar Pradesh is a bunch of robbers, bandits, and scourges!
(End of this chapter)