Chapter 16 Are You Teaching Me How to Do Things?

Considering that the counterattack against Burma is currently underway, Alan Wilson feels that it is not too difficult to send a document.

After he came to the headquarters, he realized how wrong he was. Mountbatten was not there. Alan Wilson didn't know what was in the file bag, so out of caution, he drove directly to Mountbatten's residence in New Delhi.

A commander of the Southeast Asian theater is not in the headquarters. If it were someone else, Alan Wilson might feel dereliction of duty, but this person is Mountbatten, but he has a feeling that it should be so. Who makes him really have a deep background and is not doing business properly.

Whether the victory in the Battle of Imphal has anything to do with the commander of the Southeast Asia theater is a well-known fact in British India, and Alan Wilson was not surprised.

Going to Mountbatten's residence, he also went through strict guard interrogation. After all, Mountbatten's identity deserves this kind of protection. During the interrogation by the guards, Alan Wilson suddenly remembered that Mountbatten was assassinated in the end.

Thinking about the advantages of Mountbatten, he couldn't think of it for a while. If he had to be serious, he might count it as one in his lifetime.

Looking from a distance, the first thing that catches the eye of Mountbatten’s villa is the grand gate, white wooden fence, pointed red-brown roof, and a freshly trimmed lawn below. It is hard to imagine such a mansion in New Delhi.

Even in this future capital of India, the old city of Delhi is full of beggars, and the air is full of Indian characteristics, which is completely different from the British residential area in New Delhi.

Alan Wilson stood in front of the villa door, coughed softly, and knocked on the door with concentration. After a while, just when he thought there was no one inside, he could go home and return to Hyderabad. opened.

A girl opened the door, looked at the uninvited guest in front of her, and said with a sense of vigilance in her eyes, "Who are you, what are you doing here, do you know where this is?"

"Ah?" Alan Wilson was confused by the three consecutive questions. His left hand holding the document bag did not move, and his right hand kept knocking on the door. Considering that such a large villa must have servants and other configurations , Alan Wilson narrowed his eyes and said intimidatingly, "A girl, has no one taught you how to be polite? I'm here to give the confidential documents to Commander Mountbatten, and I have to hand them over to him. Go and play."

Vigorously shaking the prestige of the Hyderabad commissioner, the little girl in front of him was greatly surprised, and asked in disbelief, "Do you know who I am?"

"You obviously underage girl, don't disturb my work. I don't have time to play with you!" Alan Wilson responded helplessly, reached out and moved the little girl aside, looking at the furnishings of the villa, as if thinking of something General turned around and said, "Which room is Commander Mountbatten?"

"My father is not here, and I don't know where he is?" Pamela Mountbatten asked, puffing her cheeks. "I am not some servant. My name is Pamela Mountbatten. The person you are looking for is my father."

At the critical moment when there was a crisis of getting out of class without taking the seat of the thermal commissioner just now, Alan Wilson didn't even have time to consider the identity of Pamela Mountbatten, and said to himself, "It's a pity, it was the Governor's Palace who let me The one who sent the documents, is your mother there?"

An interruption succeeded in clearing the level. Pamela Mountbatten shook her head embarrassedly and said, "My mother is not here either. I am the only one in this villa now."

"Although New Delhi is safe enough, it's not too much to be careful." Suppressing his throbbing heart, it wasn't that Alan Wilson felt the coming of love, but he realized who this little girl was, and pretended to be relaxed with a stern face. He said, "You have to know that this is a time of war. You, a girl, should ensure your own safety at home. Don't think that the war is far away from New Delhi. Even in British India, supporters of the Congress Party and the Muslim League often broke out. Vendetta, the severity is beyond your imagination.

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Alan Wilson frightened Mountbatten's daughter with half-truths and half-false words, mainly through deliberate care so that the other party would stop talking nonsense after her father came back. This is not a big deal. Although Britain has already entered the stage of constitutional monarchy, members of the royal family should not dictate to civil servants, but it depends on who is divided.

Mountbatten is now a business card of the royal family of the British Empire, and Alan Wilson can't afford to attract the attention of the other party.

A few words successfully diverted Pamela Mountbatten's attention. Alan Wilson told the other party to be alert to danger, but attracted Pamela Mountbatten's suspicious eyes, "Your age does not seem to be that of a senior civil servant."

"Well, I'm just young, and I went to college six years ago." Alan Wilson recalled the time, yes, he completed the pre-university course in 1939. Then came the blitz to Poland and came to the east for a series of things.

"Then you are too young, I think you are not even twenty years old." Pamela Mountbatten exclaimed in disbelief, and was successfully distracted by Alan Wilson's words.

Allen only revealed the years before he went to college, and did not say his own age. As for the age guessed by Pamela Mountbatten, it can be said that she made it up by herself.

Allen Wilson stayed, not because he had any plans for Mountbatten's daughter, but out of risk considerations, and the whereabouts of the documents could not be kept unknown. Relying on a deceptively honest appearance, Pamela Mountbatten agreed.

Pamela Mountbatten was also quite curious about the fact that she looked not much older than herself, but she had already become a high-status civil servant. Father and mother cannot be by their side every day, and it is a good thing to have someone to talk to her.

"My mother is surrounded by a group of native Indian ladies, and my father is even more busy and may not come back when." Pamela Mountbatten said a little arrogantly, "It would be fine if they were really busy with business, but it doesn't seem to be the case Son. Well, give me the document, and I will pass it to my father when he comes back."

Stretching out his hand and raising his wrist, Alan Wilson looked at the time, obviously he had no interest in Pamela Mountbatten, the noble second generation, what he is most interested in now is promotion, everything else can be given up, and it is not Elizabeth Taylor That kind of stunning beauty, but since Pamela Mountbatten took the initiative to speak, he would respond in a different way.

"It's strange, are you teaching me how to do things? At your age, all you see are appearances. These Indians are purposefully approaching your parents, because this represents a successful path." Alan Wilson sorted out He shook his clothes, tilted his head peacefully, and said, "Once we lose authority one day, these Indians who breed like cockroaches will become different. If it was me, it would not be the same as people from all walks of life in India. Heart to heart, even if the other person might be a Brahmin."