“Stop.”
“Get out of the way, I’m the boss here.”
“Uh… that’s…”
“Get out of the way!”
I got past the police officer who was blocking the entrance to the factory.
All the local cops I know, so why are they locking down my factory?
When I entered the factory, the office on the second floor was in a mess, and our employees were kneeling down one after another.
“president!!!”
“Hehehe, boss. Help me.”
The guys tried to stand up when they saw me, but were stopped, and the female workers, including Miss Roy, stretched out their arms and wailed loudly as soon as they saw me.
When I asked why, they put handcuffs on everyone.
You’re not even a criminal, so why are you handcuffed?
“who are you? Why are you doing this?”
I asked the man wearing a black suit and wandering around the office.
He doesn’t look like a gangster, given that he has an arrogant expression.
“Ugh! old man!”
“Ughhhh… Manager Abir… To the factory… To the factory…”
On one side, old man also collapsed.
It was as if he had been hit by a baton and collapsed with blood on his head.
The old man’s wrists were also handcuffed.
Abir hurriedly ran toward Old Man .
“You guys asked what the hell was this about!”
I was angry all the way.
To treat young female workers and elderly people over sixty years old like this, even though it was in the 50s, was too much.
The man laughed when he saw me arguing, and the cops avoided my eyes.
“Are you the boss here? Tell me how much you stole. If you cooperate, the sentence will be taken into account.”
what bullshit is that?
“What are you talking about? What did you steal?”
“I can’t speak. That bastard, put the handcuffs on.”
“That… that…”
The policeman didn’t know what to do.
Since he was a police officer I knew, he twitched his lips and said, ‘Tell me.’ What do you want me to tell you?
“No,… You don’t even have to handcuff…”
“Why are you talking so much? Arrest them immediately!”
Why are the hell police following their orders?
That too when we are not wrong.
I didn’t understand the situation.
And it was a time when the police did not hesitate to use extreme torture to get a confession well this time is more hell than 21st century.
Well for now,the top organization is the Prosecutor Office, but most of them dealt with large-scale financial cases, political crimes or enemy crimes.
But the prosecutors come to this little factory?
“arrest? What crime do you think I committed?”
I pushed the police officer who was approaching me with a hook and pushed my face away from the prosecutor.
It was obvious that if I lost in the fight, I would not be able to use my strength and be dragged away.
“Hey, look at this guy. Impersonating an exporter and stealing dollars is a serious crime.”
“What dollars are you taking away? I just exported rightfully. Are you doing this with a search warrant in place?”
He was angry to the point of his head, but he maintained his superhuman reason.
How dare you mess with my factory?
The office has been set to scorched earth by hand.
Papers were rolling around in a mess, and the floor was already covered with shoeprints.
“You bring up a search warrant on the subject of a criminal in practice? Do you not know that paying a high price while importing garbage is a money laundering technique?”
what bullshit is that?
What crap do I import?
“All I imported are raw materials. I will spin yarn and make clothes to sell. Tell me if you know.”
“Shut up. A letter came from a place that is a hundred times more reliable than you. Calcutta Textile Association!”
That Bastard threw a bunch of pitchers in front of me.
The word Calcutta Textile Association made me frown.
Isn’t this the new Textile Association,and one of the three leaders of the cartel that represented the business community of East India to the government For now?
The milling/sugar/cotton spinning industry, also known as the 3 Big Cartels of East.
It’s just over 13 months since we got independence and these Bastards are already playing Monopoly, Bastards.Damn bastards.
Well there is also others from West and South.
This Milling Industry Association, Sugar Association, and the Textile Association, were like cancerous entities, their tactics are so disgusting.
To call them businessmen.
this fucking bastards.
All these three associations are light industry cartels that simply process raw materials, and have accumulated wealth by importing the raw materials at cheap prices or sourcing the raw materials by exploiting people and selling them at high prices in the market by clinging to power.
If you sucked the money of the common people like that, you should invest in technology development or industrial infrastructure to raise national competitiveness, but you monopolized the market and only increased prices.
In short, they were low-level businessmen who were of no help to national development and improvement of people’s lives.
“Seriously, nothing. Did the Textile Association blow a letter without a cause? Those who used to weave cotton say that rayon makes money, so you want to run my company? Covered up for embezzlement?”
I never thought I would personally go through the 1950s-style corporate hunting that I had only heard about.
The damn guys were looking for time for me and Abir to empty the factory.
If you bring in a prosecutor, you’ll beat the accountant and fabricate the embezzlement charge.
It’s a piece of cake.
“You covered it. There is clear evidence! Where is the boss who spends a huge amount of dollars, close to 1 million dollars, only on importing garbage? Where in the world is there a boss who gives female workers 500₹ per month?”
“Stop talking bullshit. Plant is a money-eating hippopotamus. Whether it’s $1 million or $2 million, it’s a factory that needs to burn money to go back. And don’t insult my staff! These are some of the best veterans around! I just paid them as much as they worked. There is no such thing as embezzlement.”
I protested, but the prosecutor didn’t even listen to me.
“I didn’t ask you to see! Accounting bastard, listen up! Don’t take the boss’s side and eat jail’s rice. Where is the double ledger?”
“What double ledger? There is only one ledger!”
“Are you asking me to believe that? Where did you hide all those dollars? Just tell me where you hid the wad of money! Then I will return it to the national treasury, and you will be freed too.”
“Where do you hide your dollars? It’s too late to put it in each letter of credit account.”
“This year! Where are you going to open your eyes?”
puck!
puck!
“Aagh!”
The prosecutor hit Miss Roy on the head with a ledger.
“Stop it, you madman!”
Fuck to eat.
I seemed to know now.
This guy came to take a big bite in the name of returning dollars to the national treasury.
Just like the police who hit the gambling table and siphoned off the stakes.
“Oh, how dare you hold the Prosecutor’s arm?
Do you know if you can do this?
“You bastard. Dare to intimidate the people who pay taxes on the topic of civil servants? Do you think you’ll be okay with this?”
“You bastard, you hid it well so that it wouldn’t be seen, right? Okay, follow up on this letter of credit and everything will come out!”
The prosecutor threatened me and it didn’t work, so I grabbed a bunch of letters of credit.
It was a document that was the lifeblood of an exporter.
“Damn you bastard, did the Textile Association tell you to pull out a list of customers?”
It was obvious that the Textile Association wanted a letter of credit.
They put me in jail and try to do business on my behalf with a list of clients they siphoned off.
He would have offered hundreds of thousands of rupees for each letter of credit.
“This guy…”
“How much do they say they pay per chapter? It’s ridiculous to take it. Do you think a textile association can satisfy my customers? My customers don’t even look at cheap, low-quality fabrics, you bastard!”
“Catch all these bastards and throw them away! Arrest them all!”
“Get the arrest warrant!!”
“We are innocent. Arrest!”
“You bitches be quiet! Shut up!”
I was furious at being told to arrest them, but the act of the prosecutor stabbing the young female workers with her shoes made my heart spin.
“Shut up, shut up! bastard!”
“Rohit!!”
Shittttttttt.
I threw my body into the face of the guy who had stepped on Miss Roy.
Among the prosecutors, he was the one who seemed to be the chief.
puck!
puck!
puck!
“Ugh! Prosecutor. Boss, are you crazy?”
“Rohit, stop.”
“Turn it off.”
I slammed my fist into the fallen Prosecutor’s face with all my might.
If I’m foolishly dragged on like this, I’m really going to the goal.
Beep!
Beep!
“Arrest!”
“Arrest everyone!”
Policemen blew whistles and pulled out handcuffs from all sides.
“Back off! It’s an arrest and I’m going to go to the PMO and talk.”
“Turn it off.”
I put the prosecutor with a bloody nose over the desk and pressed his neck.
At this point, the water is spilled.
“The PMO… PMO?”
At my words, not only the cops but also the prosecutors flinched.
I didn’t miss that moment and grabbed the phone.
’00-0005′
I quickly turned the dial.
There were no birds to hesitate.
I don’t know if it will be a shield to protect me or a sword to stab me, but I had to try.
If you call this number, at least you won’t be arrested without a fact-finding investigation.
If I could tell SS a little bit about the future, I could prove my worth.
It was worth trying to be honest and ask her to be my shield.
＜Hello.
This is the MEXT hotline.＞
Was it the MEXT phone number?
An indifferent greeting was heard over the phone.
They just called the hotline and didn’t ask anything.
“My name is Rohit Karmakar. She is looking for me, so take me with you.”
＜Umm… It’s difficult right now.＞
“Help me. My safety is in jeopardy. It should be now or I will be killed . Please tell her that.”
SS would know the situation in Calcutta at this time, and would not turn a blind eye to me asking for help.
In my heart, anyway, isn’t she the one who is implementing all those things?
＜Wait a minute… I’ll see you right away.
Please wait.＞ pop.
I didn’t even tell you where, but I’m coming to pick you up.
They seem to know that I am at the factory.
Luckily SS is now in Calcutta..
“done. Abir took the old man and others and go to the hospital, all hospital bills that NHA can’t cover will be covered by the Company.”
“Rohit..…”
“Hey, release the old man and my staff from the handcuffs. Honestly, it doesn’t matter if it’s just me. Is it not?”
“That… that…”
“Hey guys, use good judgment! Don’t you know how our PM is ? Honestly, if the old man dies, are you going to take responsibility?”
“… release me.”
The small prosecutors noticed and moved the police.
‘Rohit…’
‘It’s okay, go and come.’
With the office desk in the middle, the small prosecutor and I confronted each other for a long time.
The Chief Prosecutor who had become bloody was in a state of fainting long ago.
Fucking bastard, I don’t know who’s behind him, but he never lets it go.
**
rumble.
“Who is Rohit Karmakar here?”
“I’m.”
what?
I thought they would come in Civilian dress , but why did they come in this Uniform?
“I told you to come, so please follow us.”
My mind flashed at the way of speaking that omitted the subject.
Could it be that they were really dispatched from the PM’s security entourage?
“I decided to meet the VIP.”
“You are with me. Please follow me.”
Damn, was SS at the MahaKaran or Lok Bhavan?
Were you with the PM?
Well, SS probably didn’t come to Calcutta to tour, and there is high chance she is with PM to celebrate the Durga Puja and talk about important things regarding reorganization of govt.
‘shit…’
Anyway, things got messy.
When I mentioned the PMO, saying that words become seeds and threaten prosecutors, it could really become like that.
I was thinking of calling SS to get out of the situation.
It was said that one day he would meet the PM, but it was dangerous to meet so unprepared.
My existence is the butterfly effect itself, but it was too fast.
“You guys… really PMO…”
“Shut up. until there.”
“Oops.”
As the black suits raised their fingers, the faces of the swordsmen turned earthy.
“Go away. Boss.”
“I can’t go. They say they’re arresting me.”
“There was an order to bring you.”
“Did you not hear me? They say they’re arresting me as a red-handed criminal. If I keep going like this, it’s obvious that these guys will destroy my factory.”
“… I don’t know. Ordered to bring…”
“Don’t you know? Meet me and tell me you can’t get things right? Do you want me to?”
“Ugh!”
When I also omitted the object word, the men in black suits flinched and began to understand what they were saying.
“sorry. Everyone, what are you doing? Entrain them all.”
“yep!”
“Hey, look. I’m an inspector. Other than saying that it came from the District Prosecutor’s Office.”
“Please go to State headquarters and do your calling.”
The men in black suits drove the prosecutors and police out the door.
“Common people, please go home like this. It is completely forbidden to speak about today.”
The person who seemed to be the Chief turned the staff around, and soon came out and crossed his arms.
“Sah… boss. How do we…”
“Everyone, don’t worry and get off work. Everyone shut up about what happened today.”
“Yes, boss.”
He hugged the staff and left the office.
A black government car stood in the front yard of the factory.
“Let’s get on.”
“let’s go.”
As expected, the black car went straight to the MahaKaran.
“They were wondering what your relationship was with Minister Sinha..”
I pretended not to hear and did not answer, but the person sitting in the back seat with me quietly showed me his ID.
It was written as the Chief Secretary of the PM.
At this time, So it’s true that SS holds substantial influence on the Govt.
Otherwise she can never dispatch the PM’s Chief Security team.
“I will meet you and talk to you.”
The chief secretary’s expression hardened at my answer.
You dare not answer your own words?
It felt like doing it.
Either way, I continued my question.
“What are you two talking about?”
“I cannot tell you.”
“Loan amount? size of CAPF? calendar?”
“…”
A look of bewilderment was evident on the secretary’s face.
I buried my head in the back seat.
I didn’t have time, but I had to think as much as I could.
How should we respond so that we do not burn or freeze to death under this government?
How can I respond to prove my worth while avoiding the after storm?
No, what kind of aftershock could there be?
How can I avoid that as much as possible?
My head was pounding.
“stop! There will be an inspection.”
“I am on a special official duty.”
“Go through. Jai Hind!”
“Jai Hind!”
Before I knew it, the black car stopped at the front of Lok Bhavan..