I'm a Master in India

Looking at the corpse in front of them, Ron was speechless, and Ratan felt suffocated.

They hadn't expected that the King of Mirzapur would react so quickly and decisively.

You want the murderer? Here he is.

Without needing anyone else to act, they themselves brought the so-called "perpetrator" to justice.

A life for a life, this is as fair as it gets in Uttar Pradesh.

The Mirzapur police station also quickly closed the case, because this Guru was indeed at the scene of the crime that night.

Villagers testified there was someone else? Impossible, it was too dark, you must have seen wrong.

Killing Guru directly was a brilliant move; Ron and the others didn't even get a chance to question him.

With the cooperation of the Mirzapur police station, the Lucknow headquarters had already accepted their application to close the case.

Yadav's assistant also called, implying that they shouldn't make further trouble, clearly the Tripathi Family also had connections in Lucknow.

"Damn it, that King is truly despicable!" Ratan cursed angrily.

"This matter can only end here," Ron also sighed.

Morally speaking, the Tripathi Family had given the Sur family an explanation.

If they kept pursuing it, it would make the Sur family seem unreasonable.

Only one worker was injured; the Tripathi Family didn't hesitate to severely punish the murderer. No one would have any objections to this.

Otherwise, what would other forces and officials in Uttar Pradesh think of the Sur family?

As for the flawed case closing process, has anyone in Uttar Pradesh ever truly paid attention to that sort of thing?

Only the poor look for the police; the rich have long since stepped outside the system.

"We underestimated that Karim Bai. To be called the King of Mirzapur, he is very capable."

"I'd rather just fight him head-on," Ratan had nowhere to vent his anger.

He was impulsive and easily angered, but not foolish. Challenging Karim Bai now was without justification.

"He is a powerful figure. We have already made enemies, and we need to be doubly wary of him in the future." Ron didn't like this; it was too passive.

"I'll be stationed at the mine from now on. If he dares to come, it's exactly what I want." Ratan planned to put the cannabis side business aside for a while and hand it over to the family members.

This is a large project worth hundreds of millions of rupees, and there is no room for error.

In a couple of days, the family would send more younger members over. This is a critical period for expanding their influence, and everyone must do their best.

"I will also stay longer before returning to Mumbai, at least until the situation completely calms down." Ron planned to continue overseeing things in Mirzapur.

The construction of the mine was proceeding in an orderly manner. The construction team came from Odisha, which is India's richest state in mineral resources.

They had extensive construction experience. Roads, power grids, and water pipelines were all being laid.

The mine shafts had already reached the ore veins. If mechanical efficiency wasn't prioritized, manual mining was possible.

The foundation of the cement plant was solidifying, and the construction of the factory buildings would only be faster later.

Ron estimated that they could try manual cement production next month, with a monthly output of one to two thousand tons being manageable.

The official operation of the cement plant would have to wait until the second half of the year.

This kind of large-scale project was much more complex than Sur Electrical Appliances. No wonder only the government and giants could handle it before.

Bear with it a little longer. It was already January 1994, and he would begin his path to success by the end of the year.

Muna's family had been shrouded in gloom recently, their lives getting worse day by day.

Raja's unexpected death dragged this family, which was just about to "rise," back into the abyss.

The most realistic problem facing them was that they had no money to repay the usurious loan.

The groom died before the bride even entered the house; the Yadav family broke off the engagement the next day.

In fact, on the night Raja was shot, the bride was so scared she ran back home; she hadn't even entered Muna's house.

Since the marriage didn't happen, the dowry also had to be returned.

Muna's grandmother, Old Rutu, threw tantrums and acted shamelessly, but it was no use.

Yadav was not someone they could offend, so the five thousand brand new rupees, the "Hero" brand bicycle, and the thick gold necklace were all returned without exception.

Without this generous dowry, the tea shop Boss's usurious loan was, of course, out of the question.

As soon as the Yadav family left, the tea shop Boss came to collect the debt.

In Karna Village, who could hide anything from anyone else?

Muna's family couldn't produce three thousand five hundred rupees, so the tea shop Boss demanded that Muna work for him to repay the debt.

This was, of course, unacceptable. Muna was the hope of the entire family now. He had found the best Master in the world, the big Boss at the mine!

As long as he kept his job, the family had hope of rising.

If he lost his job, everything would be over.

But the tea shop Boss was very tough; he wished Muna would lose his job.

A country mouse, actually dreaming of making a name for himself?

Better to obediently return to the tea shop and be hit on the head with his syrup-covered ladle!

The tea shop Boss did not allow people from Karna Village to escape their cage; servants should be servants for generations.

Old Rutu hoped Muna would beg Ron one more time, but Muna refused.

He had already begged his Master about his brother's matter; how could a servant constantly trouble his Master?

He frowned and pondered, searching for a way to solve the usurious loan problem.

If push came to shove, he would just give his entire monthly salary of 300 rupees to the tea shop Boss.

With interest accumulating, he might have to repay the usurious loan for many years, but at least there was still hope.

It just meant the family would have to go back to the difficult life they had before, with no income, no savings, barely enough to eat.

In the end, Ron discovered his abnormality and, after asking a few villagers, learned the whole story.

Ron summoned Muna and asked him.

"Your family owes a usurious loan?"

"Master, I didn't waste money or gamble. The usurious loan is because..."

"I know," Ron waved his hand, "It's about your brother's marriage. How much do you owe?"

Muna breathed a sigh of relief. If his Master had mistakenly thought he owed the usurious loan because of gambling, that would have been the end of it.

"Three thousand five hundred rupees. Originally, my brother's marriage could have paid it back, but..." Muna suddenly stopped.

"Here's three thousand five hundred rupees." Ron handed him the money.

"Master?" Muna was dumbfounded, not knowing what to say.

"Consider it a loan from me, but there's one condition."

"Please say it!" A look of determination flashed in Muna's eyes.

He had made up his mind that even if it meant killing someone, he wouldn't hesitate at all.

"Live well," Ron said with a smile.

"Master..." Muna suddenly couldn't speak.

"I'll give you a task: do your best to get the people here in Mirzapur to support Sur Cement Plant. Start with Karna Village."

"Yes, Master!" Muna said loudly.

He left the mine and walked towards his home. As he walked, he suddenly started to cry.

He couldn't control it; tears flowed out profusely.

He suddenly understood a truth.

His Master had never treated him as a servant; he only saw him as a person.

A person!

This was the first time Muna felt so close to this word, and he would never forget it.

Muna repaid the tea shop Boss's usurious loan. The disappointment in the other party's eyes didn't bring him much joy.

He returned to his shack-like home, rummaged through everything, and finally found the cloth bag he had hidden.

The bag was covered in dust and had large and small holes gnawed by insects.

But the contents were still inside. Muna carefully opened the cloth bag, and the yellowed pages made his heart tremble.

Yes, he had read books; he should be literate.

Rural India was very poor, but there were still government public schools after all.

Muna's elementary school teacher was a fat man who loved chewing betel nut and always spat out the red betel nut juice casually.

Three sides of the classroom walls were covered with his spit marks, like a low layer of red wallpaper.

He often took a nap at noon, and at this time, the students would quietly steal betel nuts from his pocket and share them.

Chewing betel nuts, they imitated the teacher, with their hands on their hips, their backs slightly bent backward, and then they would spit out a "poof!" of juice.

The three dirty walls were covered in turns with their betel nut juice. On the other side of the wall was a mural depicting the Buddha sitting under a tree, surrounded by several sika deer and squirrels.

Over time, the mural had become faded and mottled; this was the only wall the teacher had spared.

He wasn't a qualified teacher and often embezzled funds allocated from above.

The government once had a plan to provide students with three rotis, yellow lentils, and pickles for lunch every day.

But Muna and the others had never seen any rotis, yellow lentils, or pickles. Everyone knew what was going on.

The teacher pocketed their lunch money. He had a high-sounding reason for his corruption: he hadn't been paid for six months.

This was the truth, and everyone knew it.

You couldn't expect teachers in Indian public schools to be very responsible. They would use Gandhi-style protest methods to demand their wages, which was: if they weren't paid for a day, they wouldn't work for a day.

Of course, he was also afraid of losing his job, because although the income in India's state-owned units was meager, they could make a lot of extra money.

Once, a truck delivered government-issued student uniforms to the school. As a result, they never even saw them.

A week later, however, some people saw these uniforms being sold in the neighboring village.

No one blamed the teacher. You couldn't expect a person to come out of a cesspool without smelling bad.

Everyone knew that if they were in his position, they would do the same. Some even admired him for being clever, clean, and not getting caught.

Studying in such a school, the students' academic performance was imaginable.

But Muna was different from them; he liked to read.

One day, a man wearing a blue hunting jacket walked towards their school. The clothes he wore were the most upscale Muna had ever seen.

Compared to it, the khaki uniforms seemed dull.

They crowded at the门口, staring at his clothes. He held a cane, and seeing the students gathered at the entrance, he swung the cane with a "swish-swish" sound.

The students rushed into the classroom, opened their textbooks, and sat down. This was a surprise education inspection.

The person wearing the blue hunting jacket should be called a supervisor. He pointed at the holes in the wall with his cane and tapped the reddened wall. The teacher on the side kept saying in fear, "Sorry, Mr., sorry."

"No dustpan, no chairs, no school uniforms either. Damn it, how much teaching funds have you embezzled, you brat?"

The supervisor turned around and wrote four sentences on the blackboard, then pointed at a student with his cane: "Read!"

Several students who were called up just stared blankly at the blackboard.

"Mr., let Muna try. He's the smartest in our class. He reads well."

So Muna stood up, "We live in a beautiful country."

"Not bad," the supervisor said, "Compared to these scoundrels and idiots, you are truly a smart, upright, lively, and lovely student."

That day, the supervisor gave him a book as a gift, "The Story of Mahatma Gandhi's Life - A Reader for Youth Education."

Muna has treasured this book ever since; it is the shining gold in his heart.

Unfortunately, his father later died of illness, and the family lost its income.

Muna had to drop out of school and work as a helper at the tea shop to earn a meager income to supplement the household expenses.

He had kept the task assigned by his Master today in his heart.

His intuition told him that to win the hearts of the people, he first needed to be literate!