I am a master in India

Chapter 386 The Powerful Family Behind the Scenes
Ron had originally planned to stay in Goa for a month and enjoy his vacation.

As a result, his second uncle made a phone call, and he had to cancel his honeymoon.

He only managed to steal half a month of free time from his busy schedule, but before heading to Uttar Pradesh, he first sent Isha back to New Delhi.

That was her maternal home, so there was never a shortage of people who could take care of her.

Based on the timeline, Kavia's due date should be in September, and Isa's in October.

The two of them were standing close together, so Ron would have to manage his time well.

Given the scale of his wedding, Kavia must have heard about it long ago.

Ron called her, but she wasn't in a good mood and didn't say much.

It's unclear what her parents' reaction was, or if Kavia helped cover for her.

Ron didn't want to think about it. They were already married and about to have a child, so there was no point in arguing about this now.

In June, in the height of summer, Ron's flight went directly to Lucknow.

As soon as I got off the plane, my second uncle, Adiya, rushed over.

"I thought you would come back a couple of days earlier."

"There's a problem with the airport; the flight is delayed."

"Air India hasn't made any improvements over the years," Aditya complained.

"I'm planning to order a private jet."

"Huh?" Adiya was stunned for a moment, then quickly followed. "A private jet?"

He looked extremely excited, as if he were the one who bought the plane.

"Yes, Dassault, Gulfstream, and Bombardier are quoting me. My target capacity is 15 people, and with some customized services, it can be delivered in 13 months."

"Wow, how much?" Adiya's focus was on the price.

"The cost is between $3000 million and $4000 million, and the entire maintenance team was hired from overseas."

Ron doesn't trust Indians; he even buys imported cars.

"Great! We must paint the surname 'Sur' in a prominent place." Adiya waved his hands excitedly.

“Okay, I guarantee everyone will spot it at a glance,” Ron chuckled.

Indians are really concerned about face, especially the rich, who are very particular about appearances.

Adiya was at most a local rich man in the countryside before, but his family's rise in the past two years has made him feel uneasy.

Private jets, such prestigious luxury items, are undoubtedly the best tool for showing off and elevating one's status.

There are probably only a handful of them in all of India now, let alone in a backwater like Uttar Pradesh.

So preoccupied with thinking about private jets, Adiya didn't remember his real business until he arrived at his residence in Lucknow.

"We are preparing to oust Mayawati." He started with a bombshell.

"How so?" Ron asked curiously.

They didn't discuss things in detail on the phone earlier, and who knows if the secret service in New Delhi might be eavesdropping on his calls.

Ron's status is no longer what it used to be; just look at the heavily armed special forces protecting him at his wedding.

He's definitely on the watchlist, and quite high up in it.

Long-distance mobile phone communications still rely on the telecommunications network. If someone wanted to eavesdrop, it would be incredibly easy.

It seems that India Mobile, a subsidiary of Suer Technologies, is accelerating its base station construction.

He feels more secure with his own communication network, where no one can eavesdrop on him. Conversely, it's more like New Delhi would need his assistance to monitor the target.

“This woman is like she’s gone mad, causing trouble for Brahmins everywhere.” Adiya’s expression was full of disgust.

"She replaced a high-caste position with a Dalit?" Ron had heard a bit about it.

"And that's not all. She had everyone running around in circles. Some high-caste officials were transferred to new positions for less than a month before being transferred to another city."

You know, they just moved in and arranged their child's education. And now, they have to start all over again.

Many people have almost run out of savings due to frequent moves. But Mayawati hasn't stopped; she'll continue playing this game.

Adiya, also a Brahmin, angrily filed a complaint. He and these high-ranking officials belonged to the same social class, usually sticking together and helping and watching over each other.

Some of Mayawati's measures seem no different from humiliating Brahmins.

For example, they might be assigned to sewage dredging positions, which are usually the dirty jobs that Dalit is responsible for.

For a noble Brahmin to go to the sewage disposal site, even if he didn't have to do it himself, just dealing with those Dalits was an insult.

Mayawati's only achievement in her year-plus in politics has been to continuously place Dalit in civil service positions.

She deeply understood her teacher's words: "Political power is a master key; with it, you can open any lock."

Mayawati, emulating her predecessors, often wielded power with a sense of anger. In contrast, Satya, from the Socialist Party, was more like a politician representing the will of the people.

She maintained her rule entirely by winning over the hearts and minds of the lower castes. Her speeches often included a long list of names, in which she would read out the origins of each candidate's caste.

The lower castes were grateful to her, while the higher castes gnashed their teeth in hatred.

Mayawati is not a competent politician; in terms of methods, she is far inferior to Satya.

Putting Dalit aside, her image in Uttar Pradesh is more akin to barbarism.

Satya, however, was very well-mannered and appeared gentle and refined, like a politician.

“Those high-caste Brahmins who were tricked by her were all members of the BJP, so Singh was determined to overthrow the coalition government.”

"Is Singh in charge of this, not Satya?" Ron asked, somewhat surprised.

“No, the BJP holds more seats, and many people have gone to Singh, clamoring for Mayawati to be ousted.”

What is Satya doing?

“It’s not clear yet, but it’s definitely fueling things.” “How many seats does Mayawati’s Socialist Party have now?” Ron asked again.

“Around eighty, accounting for about 20%, are all her staunch supporters.”

"Second Uncle, what about your Indian Party?"

"In the past year, a lot of people have come to join us, and the percentage has risen to about 30%, making it the largest party in Uttar Pradesh."

The BJP is adept at inciting hatred; by leveraging the high caste’s hatred of Mayawati, they quickly brought former centrists under their wing.

They are staunch right-wingers who believe Hinduism to be the truth; how could they possibly respect Dalits?

Previous cooperation was purely for political purposes, but now Mayawati is targeting high castes, which is a direct attack on the face of the Print People Party.

Since that's the case, let's just get started. Hesitating for even a second is disrespectful to the BJP.

Ron now largely understands that the root of this conflict lies in the contradiction between the BJP and mainstream society.

"Bring Muna over here," Ron ordered towards the door.

The villa is not far from the government office, just a few minutes' walk away.

Soon, Muna, dressed as a politician, knocked on the door and entered. He immediately beamed with joy upon seeing Ron.

“Sir.” He came over and touched the foot in a gesture of respect.

“You’ve done a good job this year,” Ron said, patting him on the shoulder.

Muna has become increasingly mature; he has grown a beard and his demeanor has become more composed.

After receiving a grant in New Delhi last year, he didn't pocket it but instead put it all into practical use.

Many new irrigation canals have been opened in the southern part of Pufancha District, solving the farming problems of hundreds of thousands of farmers.

These tangible achievements immediately boosted the Progressive Party's popularity in the Pufancha district.

The wheat ripens a thousand times, but officials don't embezzle the first harvest.

This is truly rare in India, unheard of.

The effect was immediate, and more and more people joined the Progressive Party.

“How’s our support in the East right now?” Ron gestured for him to sit down.

“Varanasi is under Mr. Sur’s jurisdiction, and apart from the northern pastoral areas, the rest is 100% white,” Muna affirmed.

"Are all the councilors in the Pufancha district on the side of the Progressive Party?"

"Yes, 101 seats, 25% of the total."

“Excellent, really excellent,” Ron praised again.

“What I did was insignificant; they only joined the Progressive Party because of Mr. [Name],” Muna said, somewhat embarrassed.

He wasn't really being modest; that's partly true.

Solving the irrigation problem only gained the farmers' approval, but the real decision-maker was the constituency leader, Hitchcock.

These politicians are shrewd; they won't take sides for the sake of mere reputation.

What they value is Mr. Sur behind Muna; that's the key.

Without Mr. Sue's support, the Progressive Party would have no chance of entering Parliament, let alone withstanding the pressure from other parties.

The Sur family is too powerful now; they are a behemoth in the Uttar Pradesh.

A Suer Electric Appliances factory employing tens of thousands of people, two large cement plants, a coal mining company currently in operation, a power plant expected to be operational next year, a five-star hotel, luxury apartments in Lucknow…

These industries alone directly affect the livelihoods of hundreds of thousands of workers. The indirect impact is even greater, with millions benefiting from Mr. Sue's businesses.

Politicians in Lucknow didn't dare speak loudly in his presence; everyone rushed to flatter him, praise him, and worship him…

Indian society has long been plagued by this morbid personality cult, which is very abstract and difficult for ordinary people to understand.

There were originally many Socialist Party members in the northern part of Pufancha district, but within just one year they all switched to the Progressive Party.

Mayawati viewed this act of switching sides halfway as a betrayal.

However, she didn't have the guts to cause trouble for the Suer family, so she vented her anger on the Brahmin civil servants.

Ron didn't care about the details; his mind was full of calculations.

"That means the largest party in Uttar Pradesh right now is the BJP, with around 30% support. The BJP follows closely behind with 25% support. The Samajwadi Party is third, with support mainly from Dalits, accounting for about 20%. What about the Yadav Samajwadi Party?"

“A little over 10%, the rest are all coalitions formed by small parties,” Adiya replied.

“Interesting, the BJP plus the Progressive Party together got more than half the votes.”

"So Minister Singh wants to meet with you; he's in a hurry," Adiya said, somewhat agitated.

As a politician, he was all too aware of what the current political landscape meant.

The Sur family will become the most influential and powerful clan in Uttar Pradesh!
Whether in a political sense or in terms of wealth or other aspects.

With 25% of the parliamentary seats, they are just half a vote away from winning the election and forming a coalition government.

In other words, if the Progressive Party and the BJP join forces, they can keep Uttar Pradesh under their control forever.

We don't need any other social parties, mass social parties, caste-based minor parties...

The most intriguing thing is that the Sur family is slowly infiltrating the BJP, and in the past year, Adiya has arranged for many of his relatives to join the BJP.

If this trend continues, perhaps in ten years, both parties in Uttar Pradesh will be under the control of the Sur family.

What does that mean? Their family will be the true rulers behind the Uttar Pradesh!
It would be strange if Adiya wasn't excited.

“Ron…”

Just as he was about to say something, a servant came in to report.

Satya, a member of the Socialist Party, came to visit him.

(End of this chapter)