I am a master in India

Chapter 119 Humanity and Sophistication
India also has trade unions, which not only exist but also play a very important role.

Workers often go on strike, with various reasons for strikes.

It could be low wages, bad working conditions, or religious discrimination; in short, it's a wide range of reasons.

The sudden collapse of Bombay's textile industry was largely due to the major strikes in the early 80s.

These large-scale strikes and protests are all organized by trade unions.

But in India, this magical land, abstract things always happen.

With the growth of corruption in recent years, trade unions have become a tool for many individuals to pursue personal gain.

For example, if the employer and the union leaders collude to obtain an agreement that is disadvantageous to the workers, then if the employer does not bribe the union leaders, the latter can also force the workers to join the strike to threaten the employer.

What's even more outrageous is that some union leaders would ask workers to hand over their wives and daughters in exchange for helping them find jobs.

The lower classes in India are submissive and this kind of dirty stuff is happening more and more.

Another type of union will become a political tool, often controlled by a political party so that it can wave the flag and make slogans at the appropriate time.

This is the kind of trade union that Thackeray is talking about. The Shiv Sena owns and manages trade unions of over 800,000 people, including student groups, women's organizations, job centers, nursing homes, cooperative banks and newspapers.

There is no doubt that this is a huge force. You can even say that the Shiv Sena is a parallel government in Mumbai.

After all, the Municipal Services Corporation is also in the hands of the Shiv Sena, and it is the only way for the people to obtain public welfare.

Now Thackeray invited Rowan to join the Shiv Sena union and gave him asylum.

The benefits were obvious: Ron no longer had to worry about strikes or frequent bribery of government officials. With the Shiv Sena as his cover, all sorts of overt and covert troubles would automatically retreat.

Frankly speaking, this was exactly what Ron needed. He'd been in the spotlight recently, and the Suer Electric Factory had been frequently exposed, so it was inevitable that some people would have ulterior motives.

If the "tiger" Thackeray has the say, it will be enough to allow him to go through his growth period safely and without worries.

Of course, all of this requires an exchange of interests.

"Your factory must provide the union with four lakhs of activity funds every year." He stated the condition directly.

"Okay." Ron agreed without hesitation.

"Also, more Marathas must be employed; they have contributed a lot to the prosperity of Mumbai."

“There are at least thirty Marathas in my factory. They are all my friends, including my best assistant.”

Thackeray glanced at Ron in surprise, then nodded at him in goodwill.

Most of the Shiv Sena, including Thackeray himself, were Marathas, the indigenous people of Maharashtra and the original owners of Bombay.

In recent years, with the influx of a large number of immigrants into Mumbai, Marathas only account for 40% of Mumbai's population, which has made Thackeray feel a sense of crisis.

The predecessor of the Shiv Sena or the Shiv Sena was the Maratha employment centre started by Thackeray in the 60s.

They constantly fought for the employment rights of Marathas, forcing 80% of the jobs in the Mumbai market to hire Marathas.

Thackeray achieved this goal, but those 80% of jobs were also the lowest level in Bombay: typists, stenographers, sales clerks, etc.
"How can this be possible? Unless you come to power, the social status of the Marathas cannot be improved." So Thackeray formed the Shiv Sena.

He has been working hard for this over the years, but a large number of factories have closed down and the Marathi people who lost their jobs have had to leave Mumbai to find other ways out.

Today, not to mention the 80% of low-end jobs, the total population of Marathis in Mumbai is declining.

But Thackeray still did not give up and continued to ask his union to hire more Marathas.

Ron's actions made him feel good about him. He knew that the Suer Electric Appliance Factory was not big and had been established for no more than half a year.

"These are the business cards of the main members of the union. If you need help, feel free to come to me." Thackeray asked the servant to hand Ron a whole box of business cards.

There were famous car dealers, airline owners, jewelers, Bollywood directors, producers, and Ron even saw a few acquaintances.

Wow, it turns out that all those who joined the Thackeray Union are Mumbai's social elite, the top kind.

"Thank you, this is very useful to me." Ron accepted it without hesitation.

"As long as I give them a call, they will stand in front of me obediently," Thackeray said proudly, "because I can really help them solve their problems."

“Mumbai is a city where the unexpected always happens.”

"That's right, that's why the Shiv Sena has a reason to exist."

During the conversation, a young woman came over with two cups of tea. The one for Ron had a dark and rich tea, and its refreshing effect was comparable to that of Red Bull.

Thackeray drank some grayish-white milky drink from a glass. He touched the young woman's hand and behaved as intimately as if they were a couple.

However, from the young woman's address, Ron heard the Marathi word "father-in-law".

Well, this charming woman is his daughter-in-law.

His daughter-in-law paid no attention to what Thackeray said. Her eyes kept wandering over Ron, who, compared to his father-in-law, was as handsome as a Bollywood star.

Hey, I'm not interested in the affairs between you and your father-in-law, and I'm even less interested in joining you, so stop staring at me.

Ron lowered his head and concentrated on tasting the tea. Hmm, the green tea flavor was very strong.

Thackeray seemed a little unhappy and waved his hand to send his daughter-in-law away.

"I heard your water conditioner is good for health?"

"It's a wonder for those with dry throats and rhinitis, and it won't give you a headache or air-conditioning sickness."

The air conditioning in the room was very high, so Sacre was naturally comfortable, but Ron was sweating profusely, with beads of sweat hanging on his philtrum.

"That sounds good. I always want to drink water when I stay in the room for a long time. It turns out that the culprit is the air conditioner."

Ron was speechless. How could you not know this common sense?
"I'll have someone send over a water-cooled air conditioner tomorrow. It's very easy to install. You can try it." Despite his complaints, Ron was still very tactful.

"Try," he nodded and repeated in a low voice. Seeing that he wasn't in the mood to talk, Ron immediately stood up and said goodbye. Thackeray said hello to him and then stood up and left the reception room on his own.

Rafiq saw Ron out. This burly man had great admiration for Thackeray.

In his words, "As long as the boss says so, we are willing to die bravely at any time."

Ron found it hard to understand this kind of feeling. This was not the bond that should exist within a political party, but more like the loyalty within a gang.

Rafiq also told him that the activity fee paid by Sur Electric was the lowest among all union members.

It's all because "Dr. Sur is a good man," which seems to have become the consensus in Mumbai.

Thackeray saw the report about Ron on television and then asked the Shiv Sena-run newspaper, Rival, to publish an editorial on the incident.

In short, the reason why this "tiger" summoned Ron was more because of the latter's reputation.

The 400,000 rupees he spent on union activities was nothing to Thackeray. He simply wanted to tell the world that even a well-regarded man like Dr. Sur could not do without the protection of the Shiv Sena. Mumbai could not do without the Shiv Sena, and neither could it do without Thackeray.

This is a political matter, and money is not that important.

Ron had no room for refusal, and of course he would not reject it either. Everyone got what they needed.

Leaving Thackeray's villa, Ron finally breathed a sigh of relief. No one wanted to offend the man who had single-handedly instigated the Bombay riots.

His men were either desperate criminals or fanatical sectarians, the kind who were willing to risk their lives.

It's funny, but Ron really feels like Mumbai's mascot now.

The gangster Khadgan Khan said he would protect him, and the Shiv Sena boss also wanted to protect him. One of them is a gangster and a member of the secret service, and the other is a member of the ruling party and a Hindu.

This wave, this wave is all-inclusive.

It’s just a mascot, but at least it has some say.

"The Mumin have messed up this city." Singh looked at the white hats on the street with disgust.

"I told you, they asked for it." Harry nodded his head in agreement.

"It's a pity that so many innocent people died." Ron sipped his coffee and looked out the window at the Gateway of India.

They were having a small gathering at the Taj Mahal Hotel, along with Aj Lal.

Ron ran into them by chance. Aggie was investigating the bombing. Singh from the airport and Harry from customs both took relevant statements.

Since they were all acquaintances, Ron simply acted as a matchmaker and invited everyone out for afternoon tea.

"How's your case going?" Ron asked the gloomy-looking Aggie.

"We caught the first suspect. He had a detonator in his Suzuki. The motorcycle you pointed out was a big help."

"What?" Ron didn't expect that the melon would eat himself.

Ajie explained that they tracked down the motorcycle and found a minion named "Black Eyes".

Following him, they tracked down a small leader. They found the Suzuki car near the leader's residence, and even found "black soap" on his slippers at home.

As expected, this leader is a member of the Daud Gang. With him as a breakthrough point, more suspects will be brought to justice soon.

Unfortunately, Aij knew that the real mastermind, Dawood, was far away in Dubai and was destined to remain at large.

After hearing this, Singh and Harry both started cursing at the Mumin again. Everyone knew that most of the people in Daud's gang were Mumin.

It is said that after this bombing, many cultured and educated people have become anti-Muslim and anti-Muslim.

Because Hindus at most cause trouble to the Mughals, but when the Mughals become ruthless they will even kill their own people. They carry out indiscriminate attacks.

It is clear who is causing greater harm.

"By the way, Ron, I heard you are going to be a real doctor?" Harry joked.

"Yaar, I heard that the Medical Council of India is going to issue you a medical license." Singh laughed, and Ajay also looked like he was watching the fun.

"Don't mention it, they won't let me refuse." Ron shrugged, feeling it was outrageous.

Because he saved someone and happened to be in the newspaper, he was able to get a medical license without any examination, which many people may not be able to get even after going through a lot of hardships.

Abstract, so fucking abstract.

This is a medical license to save lives and heal the wounded, not a veterinary qualification certificate that can be bought with a little money.

Ron even found it a little funny. It was so ridiculous.

"That's good, you've gained another skill." Harry smiled. "How about your electrical appliance factory? I heard it's doing well."

"I'm planning to find a Bollywood director to make an advertisement. I want to promote it in several inland states of India."

"Are you looking for an advertising director?" Aijie suddenly interrupted.

"Yes, Bollywood is very close to my electrical appliance factory." Ron looked at him strangely.

"Uh, my father is a Bollywood director. Maybe I can introduce you to him?" Ajay was a little embarrassed because his father needed this director job now.

Ron blinked, his mind a little confused. Ajay's father was actually a Bollywood director?
It's quite interesting. He looks embarrassed. His father is most likely a failed director.

It's just a commercial, so there aren't that many requirements for the director.

So Ron nodded happily, "No problem, I'll visit him in a couple of days."

Alas, even the selfless policeman cannot escape the ways of the world.

(End of this chapter)