I'm a Master in India

Chapter 238: Making Trouble

The urgent bell quickly woke the mine guards. Shouting, they grabbed their guns and rushed out of the building.

Some were bare-armed, not even having time to put on their clothes properly. Others had just eaten half their meal, their mouths full of food.

"Muna, who's here to make trouble?" Duo Ji didn't bother arguing with him; the important thing was the big matter.

"Over there, there are many people!" Muna pointed towards the main road in the southwest direction.

After this delay, the group had already reached Karna Village and was turning towards the mine.

Banners hung on the leading truck, saying, "Return My Land!" and "Get Out of Mirzapur!"...

The crowd chanted slogans, slowly approaching the mine.

"Quick! Stop them!" Duo Ji shouted, then quickly ran inside to call Ratan at the manor.

The mine and the manor were not far apart. As an employee of the telecommunications company, Ratan had already set up telephones in both places.

The guards, hearing the order, directly took their guns and blocked the way, keeping the protest group far away from the mine and the cement factory.

"Return My Land!", "Get Out of Mirzapur!"

A leading man stood on the truck, raising his arms and shouting. The ragged farmers around him numbly and mechanically followed suit.

Click, click, the reporters with cameras were busy on the side, moving back and forth to find the best angle.

At the back of the group, a car with the license plate "Karim Bai" slowly followed.

Ram, sitting in the passenger seat, was wearing sunglasses and smiling as he watched this farce.

"Brother Ram, you still have the best ideas. As soon as the newspaper exposes this, the Varanasi people will definitely be in trouble!" The little lackey on the side flattered him.

"Although the Tripathi Family controls the arms business in the east, we need to use our brains more," Ram said smugly.

Hmm, that sentence was said by his father Karim Bai, and Ram was applying it immediately.

"Will these guys opposite fall for it?" The lackey craned his neck to watch the excitement.

"The Varanasi people are arrogant and conceited; they definitely won't be able to withstand provocation."

After the last incident, Ram had become smart; he no longer blindly acted recklessly.

He was a student at Mirzapur University, not a country bumpkin, and knew how to use the power of public opinion.

The man at the very front of the group shouted the slogans louder and louder. He vigorously waved his hands, like a general commanding soldiers to charge into battle.

The farmers around him were originally tenants of the two beasts' families.

Later, Ron built a cement factory here, expropriating about a hundred acres of farmland.

For some unknown reason, some of them were suddenly gathered today to protest and march here.

Seeing the atmosphere becoming increasingly tense, the mine guards had already leveled their gun barrels at the crowd.

Muna, realizing something was wrong, suddenly jumped into the middle of the crowd.

"You took Mr. Sur's compensation money, and now you're here causing trouble. Where is your conscience?"

The crowd was stunned, not understanding where this young man came from.

"The Varanasi people only sent everyone away with 500 rupee. Is this little money enough to support a family?" The leading man opposite incited.

"Not enough! Not enough!" the farmers echoed.

"That is our land, the land our whole family depends on for survival!"

"Return my land! Return my land!"

Ram behind laughed loudly, and the accompanying reporters seized the opportunity to pick up their cameras again and take pictures non-stop.

"The land belongs to the two beasts!" Muna shouted, "Have you forgotten how those two landlord Lords treated everyone?"

The crowd stirred slightly. Not only the farmers opposite, but even the workers here at the mine were whispering.

In the nearby villages, everyone knew the two beasts.

They had ruled here for generations, persecuting countless villagers.

They were dead, but the landlord's lingering power remained.

"The two beasts armed themselves and resisted the minister, but were annihilated by Mr. Sur. Now the land belongs to Mr. Sur. He didn't just take it, but gave money.

If it were the two beasts, would they give money? No! They would whip us and then continue to collect shares from us."

"Then what will we do in the future? Without land, five hundred rupee is only enough for a few months," someone jeered.

"Then come to the mine! Come to the construction site!" Muna pointed to the factory rising from the ground behind him, "Mr. Sur will not refuse any hardworking person. The salary he gives is enough to support all your families."

The crowd gradually fell silent. They knew Muna was telling the truth. It was just that some lazy people were unwilling to work and only focused on enjoying themselves after receiving the compensation.

The money was quickly spent, but they didn't want to go to the construction site to suffer. It just so happened that someone connected them to cause trouble, and each person would get a tip afterwards.

These people were tempted. Why should the land they had cultivated for generations suddenly be taken away?

However, Muna's words revealed the cruel truth again.

They had never truly owned the land; they were serfs, they were slaves!

They had been for generations. They had no reason to cause trouble. This land had nothing to do with them.

Memories of being abused by the beasts began to awaken. Horrific past events surfaced in their minds one by one.

The farmers who were dragged along began to retreat. They had families; how could they bear to let those terrible things happen to their own homes?

The leading man saw that things were not going well and started to stir things up again, but the morale was far from as enthusiastic as before.

Gritting his teeth, he prepared to lead the charge, intending to take down the young man first.

Suddenly, the roar of engines came from a distance. A truck packed with people was speeding towards them.

Every one of them had weapons, and they all shouted strangely as they fired into the sky.

The rattling gunfire was the most effective signal for expulsion. The already timid farmers scattered in all directions.

The leading man couldn't call them back no matter how hard he shouted. The fear buried deep in their blood was awakened, and they were all scared out of their wits.

"Brother Ram, that's an AK! Quick, let's run!" The little lackey kept slapping the driver.

Ram intended to say a few harsh words, but seeing the menacing truck opposite, he also felt a little intimidated.

The farmers and reporters they had brought had already scattered. There was no need to stay here anymore.

So, turning the car around, he also slipped away. The footage he had taken was enough to make the Varanasi people scramble.

Ratan brought his people over menacingly, but ended up with no chance to act at all.

"Who came to make trouble?" He glared around, and everyone scattered in fear.

"Mr., it was people from Mirzapur," Muna stepped forward to answer.

"Did you see clearly?"

"There was a small car at the back of the group with a 'Karim Bai' license plate."

"Muna, tell me in detail what happened," Ratan squinted.

"Yes, Mr.."

Muna stepped forward and roughly explained what had just happened, and the others around him also added in bits and pieces.

Duo Ji felt jealous in his heart. This little rascal was getting smarter and smarter.

After listening to Muna's account, Ratan gave him a surprised look.

"Who taught you these things?"

"Wh-what?" Muna was a little nervous.

"Master, I know!" Duo Ji suddenly jumped out from the side. He had been watching from the side. "This kid is secretly reading books, hiding on the mountain to read."

"You can read too?" Ratan was even more surprised.

"It's, it's the book Master gave me," Muna tried to explain.

"Oh, I remember now," Ratan had some impression. Ron had specifically asked him to bring many books from Varanasi.

"Master, servants shouldn't be literate; that's treasonous," Duo Ji stirred up trouble on the side.

"Go!" Ratan kicked him away.

Ratan was impulsive, yes, but not stupid. He had not only finished high school but also attended the local religious university.

Although it didn't have much value, he was considered elite in terms of knowledge.

He knew deeply that in Uttar Pradesh, educated people and illiterates were completely two different species.

The former were people; the latter were ignorant slaves.

Muna made him see him in a new light. This kid had a lot of potential.

Hmm, more potential than Duo Ji.

"From today onwards, the gates of the mine and the construction site will be entrusted to you. No outsiders, especially those causing trouble, are allowed to enter."

"Yes, Mr.!" Muna puffed out his chest, trying hard to fill out the oversized khaki uniform.

Ratan waved his hand to send them away. He already knew what had happened.

The other side actually brought reporters; that's a bit troublesome.

Ron would have to come back to handle this matter. He wasn't good at 'civilian' tasks and had no patience.

Ron was very busy now, and he had also anticipated that he would be busy.

The cement factory in Uttar Pradesh was under construction, the Sur Industrial Park in Mumbai was also under construction, along with the newly launched television project. It would be strange if he wasn't busy.

From today through next year, he would likely be traveling between the south and the north.

Returning to Varanasi, he didn't even go to his old home and directly had the driver, Ishan, drive to the mine.

The manor of the two beasts had been occupied by the Sur family. Ratan usually lived here.

If Ron came to the mine, he would also stay temporarily at the manor; there were plenty of empty rooms.

He already knew what had happened. Ratan had given a rough account.

Muna, on the other hand, explained everything in detail, even the process of him going to the Black Fort to read.

"These guys are really restless," Ron said, frowning as he spread open the newspaper on the table.

The other side acted quickly. What had just happened yesterday was reported in the newspaper today.

The local 'Daily News' in Uttar Pradesh reported it directly on the front page, roughly stating that there was a demonstration and march by farmers at the Sur Cement Factory construction site.

The focus of the conflict was on land expropriation. Although not explicitly stated, the accompanying pictures made it clear.

On one side were ragged farmers, and on the other were fierce-looking security guards holding guns.

The public naturally sympathizes with the weak. It's likely that people are already discussing it behind their backs now.

The tabloids in Mirzapur were even less polite, directly stating that the Sur family occupied farmers' land and shot many resistors.

Hmm, those two beasts were the resistors, and their families even spoke out in the newspaper to testify.

This public opinion manipulation is quite smooth. It seems the Tripathi Family has invested heavily this time.

"If you ask me, we should just wipe out that so-called King of Mirzapur and ensure there's no more trouble," Ratan's method was very direct.

"Although the east is crazy, it hasn't reached the point of a free-for-all," Ron glanced at him helplessly.

Uttar Pradesh is indeed defying expectations, but it ultimately has a stable government.

An occasional shootout isn't a big problem, but forget about large-scale armed conflict.

Do you really think you can do whatever you want just because you have guns? If the troops here are alerted, no one will get off lightly.

The government in Lucknow, over a hundred million people, and the vast number of businessmen all do not want Uttar Pradesh to be in chaos.

Ron was the same. An environment where people live and work in peace is suitable for doing business; otherwise, why build a cement factory?

"Master, we can also use this method to deal with them," Muna suddenly spoke up boldly.

"Hmm?" Ron and Ratan both looked over curiously.