I am a master in India

Chapter 352 Emergency

At the end of December 1996, Ron rushed to Tamil State again.

There has been another twist in the case surrounding Jayalalita; this "mother" has been arrested!

The arrest of the former Chief Minister and leader of the AIADMK party is a major event that has shaken the political landscape of South India.

Upon receiving the message, Ron flew to Tamil without being urged by Kavia.

During Jayalalita's tenure, he invested in so many projects that he needed to be sure they wouldn't be affected.

Most importantly, he needs a clear understanding of the political situation in Tamil, which is crucial for his future business plans.

Why was his "grandmother" arrested? Is there any chance for him to make a comeback? How should he deal with DMK in the future?
He needed to confirm all of this himself, and of course, it was only right that he showed concern for Kavia.

For both reasons and practical reasons, Ron should make a trip to Tamil Nadu.

"What do you mean? On what charge was your aunt arrested?"

“Unidentified assets, insider trading.” Kavia was very worried.

"Huh?" Ron asked, puzzled.

When did India's judicial system become so efficient? Don't these kinds of cases usually take three to five years to resolve?

“It’s DMK targeting her, you know, with the Chief Minister pushing it, and the courts will handle it as quickly as possible.”

“I can understand unexplained assets, but what do you mean by insider trading?” Ron had helped her clean up her mess last time he came.

"An industrial company under the state government had many of its assets sold off cheaply during the transaction."

How much money is involved?

"More than 3 million rupees."

"What's the progress of the case? Is the arrest so quick because the evidence is conclusive?"

"No, the results of the investigations of the key officials involved in the case have not yet been released. More importantly, the public is very dissatisfied with that unexplained wealth."

This was something Jayalalita couldn't explain no matter what; her claim of a one-rupee salary had now been slapped hard in the face.

DKM's old rival deliberately exposed these problems, leading to extensive media coverage and angry citizens taking to the streets in protest.

In order to quell the situation, the Supreme Court had no choice but to issue an arrest warrant.

They are preparing to hold a preliminary hearing on the case next month, in January 1997.

"This is a bit troublesome," Ron sighed. Public discontent is the hardest thing to deal with.

“I’m very worried about my aunt; she’s never been to a place like a prison before.”

Jayalalita was almost fifty years old and had been pampered since childhood; he had never experienced the horrors of prison.

"Don't worry, she has a special status, the police and the court won't treat her too harshly."

"But how long will this case take to resolve? Does that mean Auntie will be locked up indefinitely?"

"What about the others in her party? Didn't they manage to handle these lawsuits?"

Ron didn't believe that Tamil officials were clean; the entire Indian bureaucracy was rotten to the core.

“AIADMK suffered a crushing defeat in the first half of the year elections, and most of its key officials were ousted from government departments, leaving them with no connections to rely on.”

"That means Tamil Nadu is hopeless now," Ron frowned.

"Yes." Kavia was dejected.

She worried that if this went on for too long, the officials involved in the insider trading wouldn't be able to hold out.

If you plead guilty, the consequences will be even more severe.

"It seems we have no choice but to find outside help."

"Foreign aid?" Kavia's eyes lit up.

"Yes, the police and courts in Tamil are inclined to support the current Chief Minister. Given your aunt's situation, an arrest warrant cannot be issued without solid evidence."

“Yes! That’s it!” Kavia exclaimed excitedly. “But how do we explain those assets? If we can’t give the public an explanation, there’s a good chance something unexpected will happen.”

"Simple, just find their origin."

"Huh?" Kavia asked, puzzled.

“Do you understand what giving is?” Ron chuckled. “What’s wrong with a niece giving her aunt some clothes and shoes? It’s perfectly reasonable, isn’t it?”

"But where would I get that much money..."

"Idiot! You don't have it, but I do."

“Huh, you mean…” Kavia seemed to understand.

"You get it? It's just an excuse."

"Wow, Ron, that way, no one will suspect anything."

"How are you going to thank me?" he asked impatiently, brandishing his dragon claw hand.

"Wait a minute, where will the outside help come from?" She covered her chest.

“I’ll go to New Delhi, and at worst, I’ll get the Supreme Court to put pressure on the Tamil courts.”

"You're so kind," Kavia said softly.

Ron didn't stand on ceremony and simply threw her onto the bed.

"Oh! Is something missing?" She sensed something was wrong.

"Never mind, there's no time to look for an umbrella now." Ron switched to full-auto mode.

After a night of pleasure, Ron accompanied Kavia to visit Jayalarita the next day.

To their great surprise, the police did not mistreat Jayalalita, but they also did not give her any special treatment.

She was locked in an ordinary cell, barely two meters square. This tiny space contained nothing but a toilet and a faucet.

A plump rat was scurrying about in the corner, oblivious to its surroundings, while a cockroach the size of a finger crawled not far from Jayalalita's feet.

She looked haggard and her eyes were lifeless. It took her a while after Kavia came in for her eyes to refocus.

It's clear that this imprisonment has been a huge blow to her; perhaps she never imagined she would end up like this.

Leaving aside the process of the aunt and nephew pouring out their hearts to each other, Ron roughly told her about his plans.

"I know how to deal with the judge, but what about those officials outside?"

“I’ll handle it. They’re not stupid; they’ll know what to do.”

“Ron, thanks to you,” Jayalalita said gratefully.

She has fallen into this predicament, and as a result, no one within the party is capable of turning the tide; she remains denied bail to this day.

Ron's arrival filled her with both joy and emotion. "Auntie, how could they treat you like this? I'm going to protest in the newspaper. They should at least give you a cleaner place," Kavia said, her eyes reddening.

“It’s no use, they have countless excuses.” Jayalalita was quite nonchalant. “You have to listen to Ron, you can’t go wrong.”

“Yes, of course I’ll listen to him. Who else can I rely on besides him?” Kavia wiped her eyes.

“Okay, I’ll go to New Delhi right away, I promise.” Ron put his arm around her shoulder to comfort her.

This little girl has become quite the charmer; she can squeeze out tears and look incredibly vulnerable.

They chatted for a few more minutes before leaving the cell.

Before leaving, Ron found a prison guard and said only a few words, to which the guard nodded hastily.

The cell was a setup by the DMK to deliberately frame Jayalarita, and Ron didn't insist on changing the arrangement.

However, it is still possible to hire someone to clean the house every day, cook some delicious meals, and change the bedding.

Without him even asking, the prison guards said they would deliver a newspaper to Jayalalita every day.

This doesn't change anything, but it greatly relieves her stress.

The prison guard was very perceptive; he knew Ron's identity, so he was very enthusiastic.

No matter who sits in the Chief Minister's chair, one thing will never change: they will always need businessmen's money.

Jayalalita may seem to have fallen on hard times, but now that he has someone protecting him, it's not impossible for him to make a comeback in the future.

Even after leaving the police station, Kavia was still furious.

"Their claim that India is the largest democracy is utter nonsense."

"Who said that?"

“The newspaper!” she exclaimed angrily.

"Isn't the newspaper written by you?"

“You bastard.” She was speechless.

“You know the situation in India.” Ron shrugged indifferently.

"These are all historical issues. After the British left, they left behind a huge mess. Ambekhar rewrote the country's constitution, but he was powerless to change the country's judicial system."

To the British, fighters for India's freedom and independence, like Tilak, are all terrorists. When our constitution and its actual enforcement contradict each other, it's all nonsense.

She was angry at India's corruption, the incompetence of its judiciary, and the fact that her aunt had been arrested without any evidence.

Ron was too embarrassed to say that his aunt was the biggest corrupt official in Tamil.

That's just how people are. They unconsciously talk about things that are actually behind them, completely forgetting that what they used to resent is now resurfacing in themselves.

Ron didn't see anything wrong with it. This is India. Do you expect to be a pure and innocent person?

Having made up his mind, and after giving Kavia a few more injections, he packed his things and flew to New Delhi.

Tsk, he's hardly had any leisure time these past two years; flying around the Indian subcontinent has been the norm for him.

He had planned to visit Gujarat at the end of the year, where there is a lot of business, but his itinerary was changed again and again.

New Delhi remains unchanged, with its streets perpetually congested.

Ox carts, motorcycles, cars, and bicycles all rushed onto the road, quickly causing a traffic jam.

The dirty, thin people on both sides of the road were still squatting there, waiting for something.

There was nowhere for them to stay; there wasn't even enough space on the roof of the bus.

They may have come to Delhi from a place of filth in search of light, yet they still live in darkness.

There appeared to be several hundred people on both sides of the traffic jam, and the traffic congestion seemed to have no effect on them at all.

Did they realize there was a traffic jam on the road? The people on this road seem to live in two worlds, inside the black egg and outside the black egg.

Each car is like a black egg, airtight, blocking out the polluted air and harsh noise from outside.

Ron sat in a black car, and the person who came to pick him up was his cousin Vijay from his second uncle's family.

He was the Suhr family's resident agent in New Delhi. He usually did nothing but eat and drink with various officials and inquire about information.

If there are any rumors or policy changes, Vijay will promptly notify his hometown in Uttar Pradesh.

His father, Ron's second uncle Adiya, now holds a high-ranking ministerial position in Uttar Pradesh.

Vijay was influenced by him from a young age and his political talent far surpassed that of his peers.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, Vijay will likely succeed Adiyah and inherit his political legacy.

Sending him to New Delhi now is also a conscious effort to train him.

If Vijay can establish his own network of relationships in New Delhi, it will be of great benefit to his future elections.

"By the way, Ron, a lot of people have been asking about you lately." He smiled.

"what?"

"You know, those ancient families with long histories are very interested in your current situation."

"Status?" Ron asked, puzzled.

“Marital status.” Vijay finally laughed out loud.

Ron rolled his eyes; it seemed they were after him personally.

"But brother, at your age, it's time to talk about marriage."

In India, if a young person is over 25 and still unmarried, they are considered unpatriotic.

Some extremist believers even consider this blasphemy.

Ron is about to turn 24, and in many people's eyes, he should be getting married.

His family also believed that he should find a suitable wife at his age.

"Let's skip the blind date arrangement and wait until I finish what I'm doing."

Matchmaking also exists in India, and it's a very formal affair. Both families attend in grand settings, believing it's a matter of pride for their families.

Ron had absolutely no interest in blind dates; he was surrounded by so many women that he didn't need any more.
However, since the Sur family rose to political prominence in Uttar Pradesh at the beginning of the year, they have been paying more and more attention to others.

The more they learned about him, the more interested they became. Ron not only had extremely strong connections in Uttar Pradesh, but he was also a super-rich man.

This kind of eligible bachelor is definitely in high demand; countless people have come to Vijay to test the waters.

Ron had no interest in meeting them; marriage was an easy thing for him.

(End of this chapter)