I am a master in India

Chapter 390 Overt and covert fighting
“Mr. Suer, do you need any red sorghum? The millet from my home is plump and full.”

"Mr. Suer, is your factory still hiring? I'm very strong, but I have a small appetite and can't eat much."

The crowd chattered amongst themselves, some hawking unwanted red sorghum, others pleading for a job.

Ron raised his hands and pressed them down, and the surroundings became quiet as pairs of eyes stared at him.

"Aren't those two seed merchants in Lucknow?"

"They're not here, they escaped!" someone replied angrily.

Have you contacted the city hall?

"They're busy with the leadership transition, and nobody paid any attention to us. They just told us to go back and wait for further notice."

"How much red sorghum did you harvest in total?"

"Around ten thousand tons." This time, it was Dwaram who answered on their behalf.

What were the Indian government's acquisition prices in previous years?

“3-5 rupees per kilogram, but red sorghum is not popular in India, so it is expensive but unavailable.”

Ron nodded, having already made up his mind.

At the lowest possible price, this batch of red sorghum would cost approximately 30 million rupees.

He turned to look at Satya beside him, who was speaking softly to reassure the farmers, trying to make her presence felt.

"Doesn't your Yadav family own a ranch?"

"Huh?" Satya was taken aback.

"Red sorghum is a great cattle feed."

"Ah, this..." Satya's mouth dropped open. How did this plate end up in his hands?

But what could he say under the watchful eyes of everyone?

"The ranch can only handle a maximum of two thousand tons; feeding cattle with red sorghum is still too extravagant."

"Okay, I'll take that as you did your best."

His words only increased the pressure on Satya.

“Four thousand tons, that’s really the most we can do!” Satya said, looking troubled.

"Okay." Ron blinked.

He didn't know what the other person was nervous about; he just wanted to take out his phone to make a call.

Right there in front of nearly 10,000 people, Ron made a phone call to Chad.

Red sorghum can also be used to brew alcohol, such as beer and whiskey.

Chadda's brewing group has virtually monopolized the liquor market in Uttar Pradesh, consuming an astonishing amount of raw materials every year.

They have regular suppliers, but Ron made the call himself, so there was no problem.

Chadda will take the remaining 6,000 tons of red sorghum, but at the lowest market price.

Even so, the farmers who heard the news were overjoyed and wept.

They jumped and cheered.

Finally, they all knelt down in a panic, and in an instant, a huge crowd of people lay prostrate in front of Ron.

This is at a highway intersection, and there are countless cars stuck in traffic.

Countless people witnessed this scene, with tens of thousands of farmers bowing to the standing man by touching his feet.

"Long live the great Mr. Sur!" "Long live the Sun God!"
“Mr. Suer, you…you…” Dvalam stammered excitedly.

If there were more people like him in the Indian subcontinent, what would be the point of the Ghetto-Kingdom?

As expected of Mr. Sur, the sun of Uttar Pradesh!

He solved the problem of unsold red sorghum with just a few words, which shows his skill.

Onions! Oranges!
Even Dwaram felt the urge to kneel down again; his heart was filled with admiration and heartfelt worship.

Three rupees a kilogram is cheap, but at least 20,000 families have a means to make a living.

What a philanthropist! No wonder his marriage caused such a sensation.

"Someone will contact you later to discuss the specific acquisition details. You'd better hurry, or the red sorghum will rot in the fields."

“Yes, sir, I’ll take care of it as soon as I get back today.” Dvalam looked every bit like Ron’s lackey.

This guy clearly doesn't have any faith in sacrificing one's life; he's already considering switching sides to the Progressive Party.

The sun god's glory cannot only shine on the east; the Awad region should also receive some of it.

I imagine Mr. Sur doesn't mind that the Progressive Party is flourishing in other parts of Uttar Pradesh.

After giving a few brief instructions, Ron turned to face the crowd again.

"Don't listen to the seed merchants about what to plant in the fields. Ask the government, and the state-owned seed company will resume operations soon."

"May Shiva bless you!" "Mr. Sur, how wonderful it would be if you were the Chief Minister!"

Ron waved to his car, and the crowd automatically parted to make way for him as he drove away.

He doesn't care about being a chief minister or anything like that; he's always being chased by cameras.

Isn't it better to be the unrestrained Lord Sue? He prefers working behind the scenes.

"Don't look so sad."

Seeing Satya's expression, Ron couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"You don't know, but the family's ranch never feeds the cows grain. Only the milk-producing cows occasionally get this treatment."

“It’s nothing,” Ron said, giving him a reassuring look.

Satya wanted to say something, but Ron had already made his move.

He patted the seat in front of him and gave the order directly.

“Anil, get the Ansari family to pay the outstanding amount for the red sorghum within a week, or they shouldn’t stay in Uttar Pradesh.”

"Yes, sir."

Satya's eyes lit up. So someone was paying the bill. That's fine then. He already disliked the Ansari family, and they were just unlucky to be taken care of by Ron this time.

The Ansari family originated in the northeastern part of the Awad region, close to the Pufancha district.

That area is inhabited entirely by herders, who make up more than 70% of the population. It is one of the poorest areas in Uttar Pradesh.

Ansari belong to the Pasmanda caste, a low caste among pastoralists, which means "weaver" in Sanskrit.

Early Indians converted to pastoralism in order to escape the exploitation of the caste system.

As a result, after thousands of years of assimilation, the herders have also started to pay attention to caste.

The Ansari family has long been discriminated against and exploited by high-caste herders in the area.

Later, they united the entire Pasmanda community and began to resist the rule of high-caste herders, such as the Ashraf group.

How to resist? By shooting, of course!
There are too many homemade handguns in Uttar Pradesh; nobody knows how many guns are still out there.

At their most audacious, the Ansari family dared to shoot their opponents in court.

What will the local judges and police do to them? No, they'll be locked up for a few months and then released.

Through this violent means, they quickly gained control of the Burgapur region and began to participate in politics.

Yes, that's right, it's one of the pastoral groups allied with the Socialist Party.

The Ansari family rules constituencies through violence; they are the most notorious gangsters in Uttar Pradesh.

They not only control power, but also establish economic dominance in the region.

70% of India’s carpet exports come from the Gabor district, where the largest carpet company is owned by the Ansari family.

There's nothing wrong with textile workers starting a carpet company; it's their traditional profession.

The Ansari family controlled every aspect of the carpet industry chain, creating a completely new "debt-labor" dependency system.

They don't produce carpets directly; instead, they outsource the work to scattered hand weavers.

These workers had to borrow money from the Ansari family to buy raw materials, but the family also controlled these materials.

Therefore, the Ansari family lent money to the workers, not money, but weaving materials.

The carpets produced by the workers are then sold at low prices to the Ansari family business, creating a cycle of intergenerational poverty.

This not only generated profits but also controlled a large number of workers who were dependent on the family.

These workers belonged to the "Pasmanda" caste, yet they were ruthlessly exploited by Ansari.

Why can't India unleash a strong development momentum and achieve transformative changes?
Because oppression exists not only between different classes, but also within the same ethnic group.

Ansari has risen rapidly in recent years, and they are no longer satisfied with the northeastern region, but have begun to slowly infiltrate the central region.

They began to get involved in the agricultural economy, becoming seed merchants.

If handled properly, farmers can be completely controlled by them.

What is the largest group in Uttar Pradesh? Farmers!

Controlling the farmers means controlling the lifeline of the rural economy and the majority of the population in Uttar Pradesh.

However, the rural economy had always been Yadav's territory, with sugarcane cultivation, sugar production, and animal husbandry as its core.

The death of his predecessor Yadav and the rise of Mayawati presented an opportunity for the Ansari family.

They looked down on Satya, so the so-called alliance became a mere shell, and they began to target the agricultural economy.

This was supported by Mayawati, who was a bitter enemy of the Socialist Party and was eager for Yadav to suffer.

And so things have come to this. Satya was quite pleased with Ron's punishment of the Ansari family.

He felt a secret sense of pleasure, but he didn't show the slightest hint of smugness.

Ron saw everything, but he didn't care.

The Ansari family is nothing compared to him; they could be swatted away with a wave of his hand.

If the other party dares to get angry, do they really think he was joking when he told them to get out of Uttar Pradesh?

Ron is now thinking about Dwaram, who has Muna's shadow in him, and is even more radical than the latter.

The Progressive Party has now taken control of Pufancha district, but its influence is limited in central and western Uttar Pradesh.

This is actually not a safe bet for a state-level political party.

It is too regional and cannot gain wider political recognition.

The appearance of Dwaram gave Ron an idea.

If we only compare social experience, he is actually more mature and experienced than Muna.

After all, he's been through the life-or-death struggle and is quite worldly-wise.

He is also highly respected among the lower-class farmers, as evidenced by his organization of this demonstration.

That involved tens of thousands of farmers who traveled over 100 kilometers to reach Lucknow, and the group miraculously didn't break up during the journey, which is quite remarkable.

Good for the lower-caste farmers! This aligns perfectly with the Progressive Party's line, which aims to win the support of lower-caste groups.

If the central region where Dwaram is located could join the Progressive Party camp, it would be much easier to create a multi-pronged approach.

The BJP takes a right-wing approach and can be too assertive at times, so Ron has to be careful.

He never puts the decision-making power in the hands of his partners, no matter how close they are.

After spending two weeks in Lucknow and getting to know the local people, Ron set off for the East.

I mainly want to check on the progress of the hotels in Varanasi.

The planned construction period is two years, meaning it will open around mid-98.

The hotel was designed in a palace style, incorporating some religious elements.

After all, it's a holy city, and it's right next to the Ganges River. It would be a waste of such a good location if we didn't create some selling points.

However, before he could even land, a phone call interrupted Ron's trip.

In July 1997, the Asian financial crisis broke out.

(End of this chapter)