Reborn as a Police Officer in India

Chapter 90 Accounting

"Director, is there any problem?" Huba asked.

"No, you continue." Rotten replied.

This name immediately reminded him of Lisa Scindia, the third runner-up in the Miss Mabon pageant, after all, they had the same name.

But there are many people with the same name, so there is nothing to be surprised about.

"Over the years, the land owned by the Weiss family has been acquired by Hal at low prices or extorted under various pretexts. Now, the land is less than 10% of what it once was. Her sister is a university student in Pune. A few months ago, she entered the Miss Maharashtra beauty pageant and came in third. She's quite famous locally..."

Luoton was stunned. Is this such a coincidence?

It really is that woman.

"Lisa has been beautiful since she was little, and she's become more and more amazing as she grows older. After winning third place this time, her fame has spread even further, even to the county level. Hal's youngest son, Raj, wants to marry Lisa, but her parents refuse," Huba continued. "From the clues and evidence we have so far, it seems Raj was the mastermind behind this case, and his goal is probably to bring Wes down. Once he's sentenced by our police, or even by the court, he can help Lisa's family get Wes out."

"A hero saving a beauty?" Rotten said after a moment's pause.

"I think he will probably use Lisa's marriage as a threat to rescue her," Huba said.

"You beast, you killed three innocent girls just because of this?" Roden asked coldly, "Was Raj directly involved in this case?"

"Although the bastard who was caught hasn't said anything yet, I can be sure that Raj was directly involved and had a hand in the murder. Director, you may not know how many crimes Raj has been responsible for over the years, including rape and murder. It's just that we~~~" Huba didn't continue.

So what if I knew?
Many times there is evidence, but Raj cannot be arrested.

There is no way. I have connections and there are plenty of ways to get away with it.

Rotun understood what Huba had not finished saying.

In this case, Raj used Lisa's younger brother Wes. As for why Wes helped those people take the blame, Rotten could guess a little.

During his rebellious teenage years, he must have regarded local bullies like Raj as his idols and was completely brainwashed.

Think about it, wasn’t my adopted brother the same?

When he was in Dharavi, he treated Neil Suranji better than his own brother.

"Knock knock knock~~" There was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

Ge Sa pushed the door open and came in, saying with a smile: "Director, Deputy Director, I just want to bring everyone a cup of tea."

As he said this, he waved his hand and a little old man in his sixties came in with three cups of tea on a tray.

"Director, please have some tea!" At Gosa's signal, the old man brought the tea to Rotten first.

People in India are used to drinking tea, but they don’t necessarily make it themselves. After all, Indian tea is more troublesome to make, so it is common to buy tea from outside.

And the tea sellers are more professional.

Luo Dun didn't think much about it and reached out to take a cup.

"No, no, no, Chief, this cup is yours." The old man hurriedly moved the tray to the side, so that Rotten's hand was facing the cup in the middle.

"Isn't it different?" Rawdon couldn't tell the difference between the three cups of tea.

"Hehe, of course it's different. You are the director and have a noble status, so the color of this cup is red, different from other cups. But these cups are all designed by me, and the shapes are unique. People in Harreg will know that this is my family's tea at a glance." The old man chuckled and pointed to a small red bar mark on the side of the cup.

"Same, Chief. His tea is very famous locally and tastes great." Gosa said hurriedly.

Roton's heart skipped a beat. No way, are these guys trying to poison me?

It can’t be that serious. Would he kill himself so blatantly?

The previous directors did die, but it looked like many of them were accidents. Don’t these guys even try to pretend?
Seeing Luo Dun's gaze turned towards him, Huba hurriedly said, "Chief, this is the owner of the tea shop next door. Our police station has been drinking his tea for decades. It's no problem."

"Yes, Chief, I remember it all. The first time the police department bought tea from me was thirty-eight years ago, when I had just gotten married," the tea shop owner said respectfully. Hearing this, Rawdon no longer had any doubts.

Gosa and Huba are obviously not in the same group, they would not join forces to kill me.

From all indications, the previous directors were assassins of the Dalit resistance.

After taking a sip, Luo Dun couldn't help but smile and said, "It's indeed a little different from the tea I drank before. It tastes good."

"Director, this is my family's secret method of making tea. I hope you like it." The tea shop owner had a smile on his face.

Then he gave the remaining two cups to Huba and the other man.

"Why aren't you leaving yet? The director is busy." After the tea was served, Gosa saw that the boss was still standing there and couldn't help but urge him.

But the boss rubbed his hands and called out to Rawdon, "Chief, can you pay the police for tea?"

This made Roton stunned for a moment. Gosa didn't pay?
He thought Gosa paid for it, wasn't that embarrassing?

What did Gosa do? He just said it without paying. Could it be that he could still be exempted from paying for this cup of tea?

"No need to give me the change, these cups are all mine." Rotun took out a 100-rupee note from his pocket and handed it to the boss. He didn't have any smaller coins.

With the 100,000 rupees given by Itas, Roton is now very confident.

It doesn't cost much in this rural area.

Based on his current cash wealth, he is definitely considered a rich man in the countryside.

Moreover, as a director, you must have the aura of a director.

"This~~is not enough." The boss said after a moment of hesitation.

"You old thing, why don't you get out of here quickly." Gosa's face looked very ugly. He stepped forward, grabbed the boss's collar and prepared to drag him out.

"Wait." Roton frowned.

A cup of milk tea like this would be more than enough for 20 rupees even in Mumbai. Here in the countryside, 10 rupees is already very expensive. How could it not be enough if I gave you 100 rupees?

But the boss said it was not enough in front of him, so there must be something going on.

"You say!" Rotun glanced at Gosa, who quickly lowered his head.

Just now he gave the boss a warning look, but it was only noticed by Roton.

The boss gritted his teeth and said, "Chief, I've been providing tea for the police station all these years. The bill used to be settled smoothly, but then it kept getting delayed. When I finally got the money, it wasn't all the tea money, only part of it. Under the previous chief alone, I didn't receive a single cent for tea for over three months. Oh, and during the time you weren't here, I didn't receive a single cent either. So, that makes six months without a single cent..."

"What nonsense are you talking about? What does the previous director's affairs have to do with Director Mahesh?" Gosa shouted.

The previous and previous directors are both gone, so why not bring up this issue?
Luo Dun understood immediately after hearing this.

Buy on credit.

Normally, when someone from the police station orders tea, they’ll wave their hands and casually say, “On the books…”

And then no more.

A cup of milk tea is nothing, but with so many people in a police station, even if they don’t go to the tea shop to buy on credit every day, they will probably owe the boss a lot of money after a month, a year, or even a few years.

No wonder 100 rupees is not enough, that's the problem.

"How much do I owe you?" asked Rawdon.

"Thirty-five thousand six hundred and thirty-five rupees in total." The boss paused and added, "Oh, and these three cups haven't been counted yet. Your cup, Director, is fifteen rupees, and the other two are ten rupees in total, so the total is..."

"Are you done yet?" Gosa was embarrassed.

(End of this chapter)