I am a master in India

Chapter 330: Brain Opening
Voting in Uttar Pradesh is also conducted sequentially according to the order of electoral districts.

Pufancha district was the first to open polling stations, so naturally the results came out the fastest.

Unsurprisingly, the BJP, the Socialist Party, and the Progressive Party split over 90% of the vote.

The Congress Party, which once dominated the north and south, failed to win a single constituency and has declined drastically.

Yadav's Socialist Party also gained little; their behavior during the previous government's rule was too disgraceful.

In particular, the storming of Mayawati's meeting venue last year greatly disappointed many small caste political parties with Yadav.

No one likes a bully who preys on the weak. Today it's the Socialist Party, but who knows if it will be them tomorrow?

Pufancha district, a filthy land, has the most backward castes, and they all dislike the domineering Yadav.

If it weren't for the fact that a large number of Yadav castes gathered in a certain area in the north, he might have been shaved like the Congress Party.

With only 4 out of 117 seats, the Socialist Party suffered a major defeat in the eastern region.

Worse still, the land between the upper, middle and lower reaches of the river has also been almost completely lost.

Fortunately, the Rohirkande River and Benderkande regions still support the Socialist Party.

The local caste parties in Bakirkand also remain willing to cooperate with Yadav.

Otherwise, if they completely lose the Puvancha district, there's no need to continue the general election; the Socialist Party will undoubtedly lose.

The location everyone is now fighting over is Awad, the heart of Uttar Pradesh.

In fact, anyone with eyes to see knows that the Socialist Party has no chance.

The most powerful political party in the Awad region is the BJP, whose support in urban areas is far higher than that of local caste parties.

As mentioned earlier, the BJP follows the "mandil" route, which is religious identity.

In areas with higher urbanization, the caste system weakens. In such cases, religion becomes a bond of identity, covering a wider range of people than caste.

Lucknow is the largest and most populous city in Uttar Pradesh. It also boasts the best infrastructure in the state and is home to a large workforce.

Especially after Suer Electric built its factory here, young people from surrounding rural areas flocked here.

They used to prefer going to New Delhi because there were more opportunities there, and it was very easy to find work on a construction site.

Now that there are large factories in Lucknow, who would want to leave their home?

If I can't get into Suer Electric Appliances, I can at least set up a pancake stall outside the factory.

Where there are people, there is consumption.

They are easily influenced by Sul Electric, for example, when the factory asks workers to vote for the BJP, these peripheral youths will follow suit.

Although Awad has not yet opened the voting channel, everyone knows that the BJP will definitely have the upper hand.

Yadav of the Socialist Party was unwilling to give up until the very last moment.

He planned to abandon the city and campaign in the rural areas of Awad. Cities like Lucknow are ultimately a minority.

Most of Uttar Pradesh's population lives in rural areas, and he believes he still has a chance.

Of course, saying that we're abandoning the city doesn't mean we're completely ignoring it.

“Satya, go talk to Sur again and persuade them to support the Socialist Party,” Yadav instructed his brother.

"Brother, I think this..."

"What's wrong with you?" Yadav asked, displeased.

“We’ve already contacted Suer twice. Going again will only make them resentful.”

“Fool!” Yadav interrupted him. “You’re a politician, not a beggar! If you want money, you have to force them to bow down and instill fear in them. This isn’t negotiation; they have to give you the money because I’m the Chief Minister!”

"Kusul has already given four million rupees."

*Slap!* Yadav slapped him across the face.

"Four million? Do you know how much money they've spent in the Puvancha district for votes? At least a hundred million rupees! He's treating you like a beggar, you incompetent and stupid pig!"

Satya covered her flushed face, staring blankly at her brother, her expression one of utter shock.

The assistants in the office all lowered their heads and then took the opportunity to leave this place of trouble.

Yadav seemed to realize that beating his brother in public was inappropriate.

After all, he also has constituencies to run for office, which is not conducive to building his public image.

“Satya, now is the critical moment. We still have a chance. Don’t let any possibility slip by.”

"I know." He nodded without saying anything.

“Sometimes I may lose my temper with you, but don’t forget you’re my brother.” Yadav put his arm around his shoulder.

“I understand.” Satya shook his head.

"It's good that you understand. Mom is watching over us from heaven. I promised her I would take care of you forever."

“Brother, I know,” Satya forced a smile, “but it makes me very sad to be scolded by you.”

“Then you must forgive me.” Yadav smiled and patted his shoulder.

"Brother, what are you saying? You're my brother, it's okay, really."

“Okay, I’ll wait for your good news.” Yadav nodded in satisfaction. “By the way, the helicopter that was shipped from abroad just arrived. Have your men check it over; I need it tomorrow.”

"No problem, bro."

Yadav hurried away, leaving only Sadia behind.

He touched his face again, his eyes flickering.

After thinking for a long time, he sighed in the direction Yadav had left.

Satya believed that her brother had gone mad, that he was paranoid to the point of being mentally unstable.

Everyone knows that the Socialist Party has no chance of winning the election this time.

Their last period of governance relied on a multi-party coalition. Now, after breaking with the Socialist Party, they hold no majority in parliament.

The smaller parties in the swing districts may seem to maintain an ambiguous relationship with the Socialist Party, but in reality, they are complete opportunists. They support whoever has the biggest advantage. They might already be sitting with the mainstream Socialists, celebrating their victory.

But Yadav believed it wholeheartedly—no, he might have known, but he was simply unwilling to admit his defeat.

He has resorted to any means necessary to win the election, and even took away his own four million in campaign funds.

Yes, the money Ron gave to Satya was unceremoniously transferred to Yadav's own account.

This caused Satya to face increased campaign pressure in his own constituency. How can you run an election these days if you don't have money?

He picked up the phone on the table and dialed a number.

Ron was in high spirits as the election results became clearer.

He has recently attended many events, mostly parties hosted by celebrities and wealthy businessmen from Uttar Pradesh.

Of course, showy events aimed at improving the welfare of the poor were also included.

Today's itinerary is to visit a cattle product research center near Kanpur.

With Uncle Adiya and Muna both in the group, how could we not include them when it came to boosting our political reputation?

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, the Surya family's prestige in Uttar Pradesh will rise to a whole new level after this election.

They were no longer local tycoons, but true family magnates.

They're in the spotlight now, so putting on a show is essential.

For example, this "Laoshizi Beef Products Research Center" sounds shady and has a strong religious connotation, just from its name.

The head of the research center, Mansinka, came out to greet them; he was a senior World Hindu Congress activist.

This center attracts many young people with doctoral degrees in medicine and biology, and also runs a hotel and a school.

He spoke at length about the five traditional rural cattle products of the research center: milk, ghee, butter, cow urine, and cow dung.

He led everyone towards a huge cowshed, about to say something. Suddenly, Ron's cell phone rang.

Uttar Pradesh is also piloting mobile communications, so Ron's phone has a signal there.

He walked to the side and answered his phone, waving his hand to signal the others to continue.

Mansinka from the research center led everyone to the cowshed and stopped.

"Please take off your shoes."

"What? Barefoot?" Adiya almost jumped up.

The cowshed was right in front of him, the ground covered with a mixture of cow dung and urine.

It was black and muddy, and watery.

vomit.
“Yes, barefoot,” Mansinka replied. “Cow dung is a disinfectant. If you have athlete’s foot, walking through here will cure it.”

“I don’t have athlete’s foot!” Adiya denied it outright.

He now deeply regrets it; he should have found out more before coming.

“Mr. Suer, cows are sacred animals, and we should cherish them,” Mansinka said, pointing to the wall of the cowshed.

There was a notice posted there that read: "Do not tease the cows, please show them love. Spitting is not allowed inside. If you have any donations, please give them to the staff, not directly to the cows."

Adiya almost cursed, but then, remembering the reporters following him, he nodded stiffly.

They tried to put on a show, but now they've gone too far.

No one dares to offend a cow in front of the camera, otherwise the wrath of fanatical Hindus could overwhelm you.

Adiya finally pinched his nose and walked barefoot into the cowshed. He was very careful, afraid of slipping.

Muna followed closely behind, showing no hesitation whatsoever; he had grown up surrounded by cow dung as a child.

“These are purebred Hindustan cattle. It took us a long time to separate the foreign breeds from the local breeds. In every aspect, the local breeds are far superior.”

Mansinka brought a very fierce-looking bull to Adiya, whose testicles were as big as cricket balls.

Adiya couldn't help but back away; this huge creature was terrifying.

“Don’t worry,” Mansinka said, pulling Adiya back in front of the cow. “This is a purebred Indian cow. It won’t hurt you, unlike those Western cows.”

Adiya was practically pushed over, and stared into the bull's eyes for a few seconds.

Then he was led across the ground piled with two inches of cow dung, and in a daze, he arrived in the middle of the herd.

Someone handed him a silver tray with candles on it, on which were placed turmeric, rice, flowers, and red-dyed paste.

He circled the tray around the head of one of the cows a few times, then smeared the batter on the cow's forehead and his own forehead.

“Now you should pray to the cow, she is my mother, she is your mother,” Mansinka said.

However, the "mother" seemed completely unmoved by such attention.

After the visit to the cowshed, Adiya was taken to the laboratory. In the distance, Ron was still on the phone.

They first arrived at a room about 20 meters away from the laboratory.

Inside were many bottles filled with cow dung, piled one on top of another. Gas lamps hung in the room, and large cups of cow urine were bubbling on top of each other.

“This is an antioxidant that can treat cancer,” a lab worker told Adiya, holding up a capsule.

There are also many cow urine products that can be used to treat bronchitis, obesity, or to provide energy, purify the blood, and so on.

They then showed Adiya products made from cow dung. Similarly, cow dung is believed to possess a range of world-class therapeutic properties.

The only products Adiya doesn't object to are cow dung soaps, because they smell quite nice, and there's also a cow dung shampoo that can remove dandruff.

Mansinka said the center has filed numerous patent applications for cow dung products with patent offices in the United States and other countries.

“God exists in cow dung,” he said. “All prescriptions are contained in divine scriptures.”

Damn it, what kind of research center is this? It's more like a theological research center.

(End of this chapter)