I'm a Master in India

Without cement, rebar, or stable electricity, what kind of factory can you build here?

Even if we keep throwing money at it and manage to build the factory, whether it can operate smoothly later is another question entirely.

Chances are the factory will be without power for longer than it has power; this business will undoubtedly lose money.

"Young Master, construction has just begun, and several hundred people are waiting. If you stop work..." Wild Boar on the side was anxious.

Langchao Company hadn't invested nothing to take on this business.

Not to mention the kickbacks given to Adiya, they also placed large orders for building materials in the early stages, and gathering so many workers was also an expense.

As a result, with just one word from Ron now, work stops.

Well, Langchao Company is going to lose money, then he, Wild Boar, won't have an easy time either.

"Wild Boar, although my factory is stopped, our business isn't over yet," Ron said with a smile.

"Young Master, your meaning is..." Wild Boar's eyes lit up.

"This business, we will personally discuss with Mr. Chada.

In short, there will be an explanation for the construction site here."

Wild Boar looked at Adiya, unable to grasp Ron's thoughts, and could only seek help from his former partner.

"Ron is a big businessman from Mumbai; Chada will definitely be interested," Adiya waved his hand.

Wild Boar awkwardly shut his mouth, knowing he wasn't qualified to inquire about more inside information.

The tea stall owner personally brought over a few bowls of sugar water; the golden-yellow, amber-colored syrup was quite tempting.

Wild Boar bared his fangs and slurped loudly.

Ron looked into the bowl; many suspicious black dots had settled at the bottom of the sugar water, exactly like the coal ash on the ground.

He beckoned, and Anil took a bottle of water from his bag and opened it.

Ron tilted his head back and took a gulp, then handed it back.

Another servant took out a clean towel; Ron casually wiped the sweat from his forehead and threw it back to him.

The summer in Uttar Pradesh was also very hot; sitting in the tea stall, you could see the air above the construction site shimmering and distorted from the heat.

He didn't dare drink the sugar water here; the scene of pigs running and dogs barking when they drove over had left a deep impression on Ron.

Since he had decided to stop work, there was nothing more worth seeing here.

Ron and Adiya walked out of the tea stall; Wild Boar followed behind, nodding and bowing.

The nearby workers had long since hidden themselves far away; they were all farmers from this area and knew deeply that these important figures were not to be provoked.

Uttar Pradesh had too large a population but too few jobs; even working as a waiter in a tea stall had fierce competition.

Look at the waiters working over there; rather than saying they were people, it would be more fitting to say they were humanoid spiders.

They were gaunt and withered, with scruffy beards, slowly wiping the tables with rags, occasionally crawling under the tables to slowly wipe the floor.

Most of them were in their thirties or forties, some even over fifty, but they were still called 'lads'.

Even the workers could casually mock them; the humanoid spiders had no dignity.

Now these workers also showed the same expressions as the humanoid spiders: fear, weakness, and subservience.

They looked eagerly at the important figures, desperately hoping that one of them would wave a hand and shout for work to begin.

So that even if they took a few lashes, they would still rush over, throw themselves at the important figure's legs, and then kiss his toes.

Long live work!

Only with work comes wages; only with wages can they feed the mouths of the large crowd of family behind them.

They were destined for disappointment; the important figures left by car, and Wild Boar bared his fangs again, those fierce fangs.

He told the workers to stop everything they were doing and wait for further notice.

The workers became even more gloomy; they knew that the so-called 'further notice' meant packing up their things and preparing to leave.

"Ron," Adiya asked after getting into the car, "do you want to get into the mining business?"

"Yes," Ron finally realized, "Uttar Pradesh is not suitable for industrial investment right now."

His previous idea was too naive; he mistakenly thought that Varanasi, as a large city, wouldn't be too far behind even if it didn't have the conditions of Mumbai.

For example, basic water and electricity supply; his factory actually didn't have strict requirements for these two.

After all, Sur Appliances was an assembly plant.

Besides the injection molding machine, it didn't seem to have any large power-consuming equipment.

It wasn't a steel mill, nor an oil refinery; it didn't require high-power and uninterrupted electricity supply.

To his surprise, Varanasi was so backward to this extent that even the construction site's power needs couldn't be met.

"Mining is a bit troublesome," Adiya said with disgust. "Our family has never done this kind of business.

Ron, shouldn't you reconsider?"

"Then let's go," Ron's voice was very soft, but also very firm.

"Sigh," Adiya said, "I don't know what you're thinking, insisting on being a businessman. No one in the Sur family has ever had this idea."

"Second Uncle," Ron said, "it's a new society now.

Farming won't make you rich, and squeezing those farmers dry won't yield much profit either."

"Which mine are you interested in?" Adiya asked. "A limestone mine or a coal mine? The coal mining business isn't easy.

I also know about a marble mine, which city people in South India like."

"Of course, I want them all!" Ron clenched his fist.

"What?" Adiya turned his head. "You're not joking, are you?"

"I want all the mines, of course," Ron said, "but we'll start with cement."

"That's not bad," Adiya breathed a sigh of relief.

If Ron was really preparing to spread out such a large operation, he would have stopped him no matter what.

"Precisely because Uttar Pradesh's industrial foundation is poor," Ron was very certain, "the building materials business will be popular in the future."

Cement, this kind of thing, is a material with huge demand in infrastructure and is indispensable.

Not only is it needed for various government projects, but ordinary people building houses also cannot do without cement.

After the economy opens up, India's development will definitely accelerate.

Countless infrastructure projects will be launched, and real estate will also become a craze.

All of these will need cement, and will need it long-term.

The most wonderful thing is, the investment in a cement plant isn't as large as a steel mill; the limestone mine is the key.

Mirzapur is very close to Varanasi; Ron couldn't wait to drive over and take a look right now.

In Uttar Pradesh, he completely abandoned his business thinking from when he was in Mumbai.

South India is relatively more developed; the consumer electronics market has great potential, and Sur Appliances' move in this direction wasn't wrong.

North India, however, is different; the people here seem to live in the 19th century.

Let alone appliances, most villages don't even have electricity.

The Mumbai approach doesn't work here; Ron needs to adapt to local conditions.

The energy and infrastructure industries are very suitable; his hometown is also here, so he can leverage many connections.

Tsk, not to mention, ordinary people really can't get into this kind of industry with strong state-owned characteristics.

Adiya agreed to take Ron to Lucknow to visit that Chief Minister Yadav; this kind of business would be difficult to secure without his nod.

Speaking of the 'Yadav' caste, that can also be considered a major characteristic of North India.

Yadav in ancient Indian languages means 'cowherd'; their status was low in the traditional caste system, only slightly better than the untouchables, the Dalits.

North India, especially Uttar Pradesh, is also known as the 'Holy Cow Region,' where the community engaged in herding is extremely large.

Most of them are of the Yadav caste, numbering over twenty million, accounting for 15.5% of Uttar Pradesh's population.

In the northeastern state of Bihar, the situation is roughly similar.

In North India, the Yadav community's voice is very powerful; political participation is almost an inevitable outcome.

Mulayam Singh Yadav, who was first elected Chief Minister of Uttar Pradesh four years ago, began engaging in politics very early.

In the early 90s, he simply founded the Samajwadi Party himself.

Those few years coincided with the Indian government introducing new official caste categories: Forward Castes, Other Backward Classes, Scheduled Castes, and Scheduled Tribes.

According to the policy, the more backward the caste, the more government jobs they could be allocated.

Who were the backward castes?

Of course, the Shudras and the Dalits.

The caste system of several thousand years, under the strong intervention of the government, underwent drastic upheaval.

Although Dalits were still discriminated against, they could now openly appear in government public sectors and even become high-ranking officials in a region.

Yadav seized the opportunity; he led the Samajwadi Party in this year's state election campaign and won again.

So in Uttar Pradesh, where the caste system is extremely entrenched, when those Brahmins see a Yadav, whose status is comparable to Dalits, will they still spit at him or slap him?

No, the Brahmins will obediently step forward, bow, and then touch that Yadav's toes.

In the face of profit, the caste system is not worth mentioning.

Adiya clearly couldn't be so nonchalant about it; if it weren't for Ron, he would likely have stayed in Varanasi forever as his municipal councillor.

Anyway, the Chief Minister had no authority to dismiss his councillor status; he could live a carefree life forever.

However, Ron was ambitious and absolutely wouldn't allow his Second Uncle to be a laid-back Brahmin.

At such a great opportunity now, how can you just lie flat?

Yadav's time in charge of Uttar Pradesh was ultimately too short; he lacked experience and didn't have a strong team. It was the perfect time to connect with him.

Those infrastructure projects, mines, energy... haven't been divided up yet; Chada is already one step ahead, and the Surs should catch up no matter what.

Ron didn't stay in his hometown for two days and eagerly urged Adiya to set off.

Of course, it wasn't just the two of them; to meet a high official like the Chief Minister, there had to be a middleman acting as a broker.