I am a master in India

Chapter 324 Shut up
The car stopped at the entrance of the manor, the door opened, and Yadav stepped out.

He wore a Hrulu boat-shaped hat, and all eight of his fingers were adorned with solid gold rings.

Ron and Ratan greeted him at the door; after all, he was the Chief Minister, so they should at least give him this much face.

Of course, unlike other landlords, there was no scene of presenting wreaths and applause, and no bustling activity at home.

Ron has enough influence now that he doesn't need to grovel to anyone in Uttar Pradesh.

Yadav walked over, accompanied by a young man with a red headband and holding the flag with a bicycle on it.

He shouted, "Long live the great socialists!"

Yadav clasped his hands together in greeting to the surrounding Sue family members, and Ron returned the gesture.

Click, click, the reporter who came with the car immediately captured this scene.

"Sur, aren't you welcoming me?" He stood at the door, arms outstretched.

“No.” Ron smiled and stepped forward, patting him on the back.

In the unspoken rules of Indian culture, this means forgiving each other and establishing an alliance.

By pulling this stunt in front of so many people, Yadav was sending this signal to outsiders:
He and the Suer family remained allies, maintaining a close relationship, regardless of any rumors circulating outside.

This is a common tactic of politicians, subtly making you compromise step by step without you even realizing it.

He had gotten even fatter, with a large head and ears, and white hair standing on end like steel wires.

That was the typical face of a major Indian politician, with an expression that always wore a black-and-white look.

However, the expression on his face now shows that he is very peaceful at this moment. If you follow the owner of this face, you can also remain peaceful.

But the same face, with just a slight twitch, conveys the opposite meaning.

In other words, if it so desires, this face can transform a different destiny into yours.

“Your family is becoming more and more prosperous.” Yadav looked at the young men at the door and smiled.

“They are all my cousins,” Ron introduced, “some of them just returned from studying in the United States.”

"That's right, we need more young people to return home and build India into a superpower."

"Please come in." Ron gestured for Yadav to come inside to talk.

Mirzabul's estate is not as big as his old home in Varanasi, but it looks even more beautiful now after the renovation.

After entering the house, Yadav looked around with great interest.

"Back when you were able to take over this manor, I helped you resolve a lot of troubles."

“Yes,” Ron nodded, “but we have already made our position clear.”

“A gesture? That little bit of money isn’t even enough for your cement factory to earn in a day,” Yadav chuckled.

“Twenty million is no small sum, Mr. Chief Minister. We need some time.”

“Sur, you’re still playing tricks on me.” Yadav stared straight at him.

“I don’t understand what you’re talking about?” Ron shrugged.

"You've met with Mayawati and the others, haven't you? And that newly emerged political party in Pufancha district, do you really think I know nothing about it?"

“I’m just a businessman. They invited me to talk about the economic prospects of Uttar Pradesh, that’s all.”

Yadav waved his hand, seemingly dismissing the explanation.

"Bullshit! You've set up a pretty good trap. On the surface, you're appeasing me, but behind my back, you're colluding with other parties to get rid of me."

Don't forget, you were able to mine from the government's mines for free, without paying a single rupee in tax, because I gave the approval.

When you first came to me, you were nothing more than nouveau riche from a poor, remote village. I'm the one who single-handedly helped you rise to your current position; without me, you wouldn't be where you are today!
Shiva is my witness, if you dare oppose me, I'll send you all back to your huts! I said, "Damn it, twenty million, I want twenty thousand!"

“Shut up!” Ron interrupted him abruptly.

Yadav was so startled that he forgot to chew the betel nut in his mouth.

The young man beside him also looked extremely shocked.

“Listen,” Ron pointed at him, “I let you in out of respect, not to bully you.”

“Sur, do you know who you’re talking to?” Yadav gritted his teeth.

"Of course I know that's why we're sitting here together today."

"Believe it or not, I'll shut down your mine tomorrow and kick you out of Mirzabul."

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Ron narrowed his eyes.

"Want to preserve your legacy? Fine, I'll give you one more chance, forty million rupees!"

"Forty million?"

"Yes, I was originally planning to buy a helicopter. But guess what? That damn tariff is 100%, so the price has gone up now!"

“Yadav, although the Sur family doesn’t get involved in politics much, they’re not people who can be easily manipulated.”

“Watch your tone, Sue. You are my guest in Lucknow, and a guest should act like a guest.”

“You’ve got it backwards. You’re staying in Mirzabul tonight, right? Then you’re my guest. As you say, a guest should act like a guest.”

"It seems you know nothing about the Chief Minister's powers."

Yadav moved his mouth, then suddenly stopped, and then gestured a bowl-like motion to the person next to him with a red headband.

The man immediately brought over a clean spittoon, but Yadav didn't spit it out right away.

He glanced around the room, then shoved the spittoon into the hands of Ron's cousin, Ash. "Hey kid, can you hold this spittoon for me? You definitely won't learn this skill in America," Yadav said coldly, looking at him.

Ash tried to say something, but Yadav held his hand firmly. "Take it, kid."

Before anyone could react, he spat three mouthfuls into the spittoon. The blood-red betel nut residue stuck to the spittoon wall and slowly slid down.

Ash's hands trembled, his face turning ashen with anger and shame.

“Thank you, young man,” Yadav wiped his lips, turned to look at Ron, and scratched his forehead. “Where was I?”

“Chief Minister.” Ron crossed his arms and looked at him coldly as well.

“Oh right, in a couple of days I’ll grant the Mirzabul mine to the Tripati family, and the Songbad coal and cement to Tiraka. They’ll definitely be willing to deliver that money on your behalf.”

"is it?"

"It's true."

“That’s going to be interesting.” Ron tilted his head.

“You have only a week to consider it. I expect you to send the money on time.” Yadav got up and left.

Ron's eyes darted around, while Ash, looking utterly disgusted, tossed the spittoon in his hand to a servant.

“Brother, why should we bother with that robber? He’s just a nobody. We have connections in Delhi; we can go there directly.”

Ratan couldn't swallow this insult either; if his brothers hadn't held him down, he would have pulled out his gun long ago.

As he said, the Sur family had been stationed in New Delhi for two years.

My second uncle's son, Vijay, was there. He was good at dealing with people and would make a good politician.

Ratan now looks down on Yadav and is even prepared to beat him up.

“We can’t do that; now is not the time.” Ron shook his head.

"We can't keep putting up with this, he's treating us like slaves!"

"There's still a month until the general election. Before he steps down, he'll remain the Chief Minister. Have you forgotten about the state armed police force last time? He has the authority to mobilize them."

"What do we do now? Yadav's humiliation of us will make the Sur family a laughing stock in the Pufancha district." Ratan scratched his head in frustration.

"He doesn't have many days left to act recklessly, but we do need to give him a little reminder before the election."

"How do we do it?" Ratan perked up.

"Didn't he say he wanted Tripati and Tiraka to take our place? Let him understand that sometimes he doesn't really have a choice."

Ron beckoned, gathering his brothers together for a whispered discussion, while Ratan listened, nodding frequently.

As the election draws closer, unrest is brewing throughout Uttar Pradesh.

Lucknow, in particular, is home to the headquarters of major local political parties.

Merchants flocked there, farmers flocked there, and even gangsters were no exception.

The Pufancha district has the most gangs, and they openly give money to the parties they've made deals with.

The Tripati family and Tiraka were the most active, having already heard some rumors.

Yes, the current Chief Minister and the Sur family have a very unpleasant relationship.

Yadav threatened to take back their mine—good heavens, what a golden opportunity!

In the two years since the Suer cement plant was put into operation, it has generated at least nearly one billion rupees in profit. Who in Uttar Pradesh doesn't know that?
Now that this piece of cake is being pushed out for redistribution, everyone is naturally excited, especially the Tripatty family.

They had the advantage of being in the water first and could easily take advantage of the situation nearby.

Kalin knew, of course, that Yadav's coalition government had fractured and was in dire straits.

But he was willing to take the gamble because his family was also in trouble.

After his son Ram died, no heir appeared for a long time. He had tried very hard, but his wife Pina was unable to conceive.

Although the arms factory has been rebuilt, it has not yet turned a profit. The money earned from the opium business has also been invested in it, and the family is currently facing financial difficulties.

If we can take over the Suer cement plant, then everything will be fine. He's still young; he has plenty of time to get treatment.

Kalin had nothing left to lose, and he was now fearless.

Upon returning from Lucknow once again, he had Markb drive the car directly to the estate.

It was already dark, and only the car lights were flashing randomly.

Hearing the noise, Pina upstairs hurriedly got up from Baoji.

If Karin discovers this, she will be doomed.

“Remember to come see me again tomorrow night,” the old man said, adjusting his robe as he sat in his wheelchair. “Remember, only members of the Tripati family can enjoy you.”

Bina was furious but dared not speak out, for Baoji had something on her.

She was angry and in pain, and as soon as Karin entered the house, she pounced on her.

"What's wrong? You want it tonight? We'll have to wait a bit, I'm going to take a shower first."

Kalin is in a good mood now; he has received Yadav's promise.

“No, it’s not.” Pina hesitated, but was interrupted by the ringing of the telephone in the living room.

Kalin picked up the phone, but his expression changed after only a few words.

“I have to go out for a bit, darling,” he said, gesturing for Mark to leave quickly.

(End of this chapter)