I am a master in India

Chapter 331 Hey Man!

Mansink, from the Bovine Products Research Center, firmly believes that there is no medicine worth using except those mentioned in the Vedas.

He said this with complete sincerity, without a trace of joking.

In other words, in his view, all medical research in the world is invalid.

Whether it's Western medicine or traditional Chinese medicine, they're all trash in the face of cow dung.

The cattle product research center has more than just these cattle products. Mansinka showed Adiya and the others several trees, each with concentrated cattle product fertilizer applied underneath.

Each leaf of these trees exudes a rich aroma of tree fruit, such as mango, lemon, or citrus.

This was truly refreshing, and it was only then that Adiya's complexion returned to normal.

He was indeed a Brahmin, but that doesn't mean he was actually willing to be in close contact with cow urine and cow dung.

After the visit, Mansinka was eager to get some hints to see if Adiya had been impressed by the many virtues of the sacred cow.

“The Sur family are noble Brahmins. Please treat the cow kindly; she is our mother.”

“Of course,” Adiya readily agreed, promising he would not desecrate the cow.

As they said this, on the street outside the exit of the Mansinka office building, a cow was burying its head in a huge pile of garbage, chewing on food scattered among the plastic items.

Look, even in Kanpur, the capital of the cattle protection movement, this is an extremely ordinary scene, and no one will pay attention to it.

Ron just finished his phone call as they were about to leave.

“Mr. Sur,” Mansinka almost rushed over and quickly touched his feet, “the research center is the foundation of Hinduism, and your family is very happy here.”

After saying this, he turned back to look at Adiya again with great eagerness. The latter shrugged indifferently, not wanting to say anything.

“Thank you for your contributions to Hinduism.” Ron waved behind him.

The extra-large checkboard, which had been prepared beforehand, was brought over by his subordinates.

There was a string of zeros above, which made Mansinka dizzy.

He was practically pushed to stand behind the check, where he and Ron each held one end up facing the reporters.

After a long period of clicking and snapping photos, today's visit finally came to a political end.

Once in the car, Ron couldn't help but sniffle.

"Second Uncle, you didn't drink cow urine, did you?"

"Shut up, you brat!" Adiya said angrily.

"That's good, now the voters trust you even more."

Adiya ignored him, but after thinking about it, she couldn't help but speak up.

"One million rupees is a complete waste for that guy. What kind of cow product research center is that? It's all cow dung and cow urine."

“It’s for people to see,” Ron said, explaining that it was simply a matter of adapting to local customs.

"By the way, who were you talking to on the phone for so long?"

“An ambitious man,” Ron chuckled. “This is going to be interesting.”

Voting in the Awad region has finally begun, and the major political parties have not only not quieted down, but have instead intensified their competition.

It seems that he will not give up his campaign until the very last moment.

Mayawati frequently holds large rallies in the sixteen districts of Awad, each gathering thousands of supporters chanting slogans.

More than 90% of her campaign theme, or rather, her speeches, revolved around "social justice," which is synonymous with "reserving government positions for Dalit."

In their speeches, the BJP or Yadav will also mention key issues such as "good governance," "nationalism," "prices," and "corruption."

Mayawati, however, did not, and she never said anything like that. Yet, the vast majority of Dalits voted for Mayawati.

Because concepts like good governance, corruption, and policies are too far removed from the Dalits' understanding, they don't even know what good governance is.

To them, Mayawati are untouchables, and that's enough.

In particular, the "government position" she promised was a fatal temptation for Dalit.

Those are civil servants, something extremely distant and at the pinnacle of existence in Dalit's eyes.

It's useless to talk to them about water conservancy projects and infrastructure!
They don't care, and they can't see the long-term benefits behind it.

Civil servants are the real deal; if one person attains enlightenment, the entire village can benefit from it.

Other backward castes also tend to favor the Socialist Party.

In rural Uttar Pradesh, infrastructure such as roads and electricity is inadequate, and job opportunities are scarce. Therefore, voters, especially those from lower castes, need to be close to those who have the power to control these things.

In other words, people at the bottom of society need a link to the upper echelons of politics, and they are optimistic about Mayawati.

Previously, Yadav was the first choice, but unfortunately Yadav has become arrogant and no longer approachable.

They even engaged in Sanskritization, attempting to elevate their caste. This practice, which alienated them from the masses, naturally lost favor with the less advanced castes.

Therefore, Mayawati's Socialist Party became the only option, as people always need such a channel.

In the words of foreign scholars, elections in a democracy based on patronage are essentially a covert auction, selling basic services that, in principle, every citizen should be entitled to to the highest bidder.

Mayawati's campaign entourage was enough to blow your mind: a convoy of more than forty vehicles, mostly Mercedes-Benz and Toyota SUVs, drove through downtown Kanpur, with guns sticking out of the windows.

Undoubtedly, such a scene would have a deterrent effect on voters and leave a lasting impression.

People don't see her as extravagant; instead, they think she's very capable. Following such a political party will certainly not be a bad thing.

This is India: the more corrupt and greedy you are, the more popular you become.

The values ​​of the whole society are distorted, and people worship such "strong people".

Of course, Mayawati did pull some tricks at the gathering.

She actually brought the well-trained cow from the cowshed onto the stage. Then, in front of everyone, she demonstrated what "the Holy Cow's Winning Strategy" meant.

The audience erupted in cheers; the lower castes and Dalits had never seen anything like this before.

In their eyes, cows are no different from gods, and Mayawati's election was the will of God.

Wow, this actually works? Ron was astonished. The Progressive Party's approach in the Pufancha district was far too conservative.

In this magical land of Uttar Pradesh, we should do something ruthless.

As the other side in the competition, Yadav was not to be outdone.

If Mayawati can pull off a show with over forty Mercedes cars, how can he fall behind?

Yadav has installed a helicopter! This is unique in Uttar Pradesh; no one has ever done this before, so it can be said to be a pioneering achievement.

He focused his campaign efforts on rural areas, where the roads were in terrible condition, making it impossible to drive, and helicopters were the fastest option.

The gathering place was packed with people early on, with local villagers standing in groups of three or five on rooftops or hanging from trees, waiting to watch the excitement.

They heard that a plane would be coming today, and since people had never seen one before, they all came to see what was so special about it.

First, a small black dot appeared on the horizon, then the sound of the rotors spinning grew louder and louder, and the dust on the ground was also swirled up.

The crowd began to stir, pushing and shoving forward. At this moment, the helicopter had approached the stage, swayed a few times, and then slowly came to a stop.

Yadav emerged from the plane with a smile on his face, waving frequently to the crowd.

Satya followed closely behind, but at this moment he was pale and covered in sweat.

"What's wrong with you?" Yadav asked calmly.

"I'm afraid of heights."

"Useless! Lift your head up and smile! I shouldn't have let you on the plane."

"Yes"

Yadav waved his hand and walked straight to the stage.

Satya didn't follow; he had other things to do.

"Barum, clean the cabin. The Chief Minister will need it later."

"Yes, sir." The servant hurried over to clean.

The Yadav brothers always traveled with several personal servants. Of course, the servants were not allowed to ride in helicopters; they were scattered at various meeting points in advance.

Yadav's speech was, frankly, much more reliable than Mayawati's.

He promised the villagers that if elected, he would build a reservoir to solve the irrigation problem for their farmland. He would also build a road that leads directly to Lucknow.

Regardless of how much exaggeration there is, the Socialist Party is indeed prepared to do this.

Mayawati's speech was all empty talk; she made no plans for the development of Uttar Pradesh, and perhaps she herself hadn't even considered it.

Yadav has served as Chief Minister twice, so he can offer some concrete experience.

The villagers' feedback was quite positive, and more and more people gathered from afar.

The speech lasted a full hour, and when Yadav was about to leave, many people were still gathered there.

Because soon the Socialist Party will be handing out small gifts, mostly things like seeds and fertilizer.

The crowd surged forward, and Yadav came down from the stage and rushed toward the helicopter.

He has to visit six or seven places today; his schedule is packed.

"Hey, man!" The helicopter pilot greeted him with a smile.

"Where's that pilot?" Yadav asked his brother.

“He had diarrhea; he wasn’t used to the new environment,” Satya explained.

No one in Uttar Pradesh knows how to fly a helicopter, so Yadav has to seek outside help.

The two newly recruited individuals are overseas Indians, and they reportedly have valid pilot licenses.

Unfortunately, they didn't grow up in India, and after returning home, they suffered from severe diarrhea due to the change in environment.

The lead pilot became ill and had to be replaced by a substitute.

Yadav didn't have time to dwell on these things; he hurriedly boarded the helicopter.

“Brother, I…” Satya clasped his hands together awkwardly.

"Go by yourself," Yadav waved his hand impatiently.

How could someone so old climb up like that? It's a disgrace to Yadav.

"Yes, I'll be off right now." Satya scurried off to the car outside the venue.

The helicopter slowly took off from the side of the stage, and the villagers who were crowded below receiving gifts looked up to watch.

The enormous rotor blades resemble large dragonfly wings, flapping faster and faster.

The wind was so strong that it was hard to open one's eyes, and the children watching ran and jumped around following the helicopter.

The helicopter, which was flying in mid-air, suddenly shuddered and then plummeted diagonally downwards.

The villagers started screaming and then scattered and ran away.

It was too late, boom!

Flames shot into the sky as a massive rotor flew out, sweeping across the entire venue.

The crowd fell in droves, like wheat being harvested, with blood flowing like rivers.

Satya, who was watching from a distance, was stunned. He shuddered in fear and then ran as fast as he could towards the venue.

"Brother! Brother!" he shouted, jumping up and down in a panic.

The scene was chaotic, with the dead and the wounded. Socialist Party members shouted and yelled around the helicopter, but none of them dared to step forward.

Only after the towering flames died down did people cautiously approach.

What's there to see? There isn't a single complete person in it.

(End of this chapter)