Chapter 170 Today Is the Day of Judgment

In the next schedule, Alan Wilson acted like an imperial civil servant in front of Vivien Leigh, but he talked nonsense in front of Fultseva. Understood.

"That's enough, don't go too far." Fultseva was irritated by the face of the sanctimonious and hypocritical civil servant, "Don't bluff here, even if I give you a chance, you wouldn't dare to do anything to me."

Alan Wilson was taken aback, looked up at the ceiling, and muttered in disbelief, "That's right, this is London, not Moscow?"

"So what?" Fultseva said condescendingly, "I'm not your English vase."

"Miss Ekaterina, you make me very angry." Alan Wilson said with a serious face, "It seems that you don't know me very well, it's time to get to know me better."

Alan Wilson admitted that he was indeed just taking advantage of his mouth.

Reason told him not to do risky things, but the arrogance of this cultural tsar has angered Alan Wilson, and men can do anything for the sake of face.

The so-called schedule of friendly cultural exchanges between Britain and the Soviet Union was directly arranged by Alan Wilson. Now he has decided to let the cultural tsar understand what it means for people to bow their heads under the eaves.

The process of this cultural exchange will be changed because of the contempt of the imperial civil servants by the cultural tsar, and Fultseva must take full responsibility. For reasons of courtesy before soldiers, Alan Wilson opened up threats through words.

Foltseva took a contemptuous attitude towards Allen Wilson's threat, did she really think she was frightened?

The matter has come to this point, and all mediation has been of no avail, and will be regarded as an act of weakness. Alan Wilson took out a key in front of Fultseva and shook it.

Fultseva didn't know why, and when Alan Wilson turned around, she suddenly realized, "This is the key to my room!"

For security reasons, it is normal for a receptionist in charge of receiving representatives of Soviet cultural exchanges to have the key to the hotel where he stayed. After all, this is London, the capital of the British Empire.

So Alan Wilson has, and now it's just letting Furtseva know about it.

For several days in a row, Fultseva was worried about gains and losses, could not sleep, and was afraid of being touched by someone without anyone noticing.

But as the schedule came to an end, Fultseva was relieved,

As she estimated, it was just a bluff.

Late at night on this day, a furtive figure set off. All the performances have ended. The daytime Anglo-Soviet Friendship Exchange Day is the last large-scale event. Based on Alan Wilson’s observations during the day, it can be confirmed that the participating countries Cultural representatives are exhausted.

"Today is the day of judgment!" Alan Wilson, who changed his car, decided to regain the face of the British Empire late at night, and sneaked into the hotel directly from the fire escape. The whole process showed his professionalism as an MI6 agent. Sex, even if it is stealing fragrance and jade, is not empty at all.

Alan Wilson, who had changed into a whole outfit, suppressed his throbbing heartbeat, and approached the goal step by step.

In front of Fultseva's door, Alan Wilson glanced left and right like a thief, and his movements were not slow at all. He unscrewed the door, as professionally as sneaking into the German headquarters.

As the door was closed, no one noticed except Fultseva who woke up. The cultural representatives of the Soviet Union and the Red Flag Song and Dance Troupe are about to return home, and they are in a relaxed state for the last few days, relaxing their vigilance against class enemies.

Facts have proved that once you relax your vigilance, you will suffer big losses. For some people, this night is quite long, as if the rerun of the Crimean War, the duel between the peak imperial Russia and the British emperor, the collision between the lobster soldiers and the Cossacks, the victory is like history.

"Is it safe?" Allen Wilson panted heavily, knowing that he had reached the state of decisive battle.

With blond hair sticking to her cheeks, and her whole body as if being soaked in water, Fultseva gritted her teeth and said unwillingly, "Safe!"

"The British Empire is still at its peak!" Two hours later, Alan Wilson, who was a little loose, expressed his feelings after putting on clothes. Before leaving, he took Fultseva's hairpin, leaving behind commemoration.

What famous actor is Tu Yile, if you really want to talk about the desire to conquer, you are still a cultural tsar. Alan Wilson is quite satisfied with his work of cultural reception which balances public and private affairs.

The last reception of the cultural exchange between the two countries was held. After the reception, the Soviet cultural delegation will have no further schedule and will leave London in two days.

This time the reception did not involve private personnel, but an official welcome party. The UK also has a Ministry of Culture. At the end of the cultural exchange, it naturally came forward and delivered a speech.

During the free time, Alan Wilson joined Fultseva again with a shy attitude, and spoke politely about exchanging the cultures of the two countries, which aroused the cold eyebrows of the defeated.

Alan Wilson refused to leave until there was no one around Folze, then lowered his voice and said, "Miss Ekaterina, have you forgotten the good memories of the two of us?"

"That's enough, let's pretend it didn't happen." Fultseva reprimanded softly, "I still let my guard down on class enemies."

"I understand this very well. Treating class enemies requires severe and merciless blows. But that is your Soviet Union, and our British Empire naturally has a way." Communication, high spirits and quite elated.

In the eyes of others, it was just another argument between loyal imperial civil servants and the Soviets.

"Alan is a person who likes to be serious because of his age. In fact, there is no need to convince the Soviets."

Several diplomats were pointing and commenting not far away. Seeing the faces of the Soviets, they felt that their guess was right.

"Because of your profound cultural background, I said it is not difficult to deal with." Alan Wilson was really suppressing Fultseva with words, "Once the confrontation begins, we will definitely launch an attack on the Soviet cultural circle."

The reason, on the one hand, is that the Soviet Union has a profound cultural background. Russians are known as the most read nation in the world. Therefore, using cultural infiltration to promote Western thinking can achieve the most extensive effect.

On the other hand, because of the active thinking of Soviet intellectuals, there are a considerable number of dissidents in this group, and their dissatisfaction with the Soviet authorities and policies has become an entry point for use.

By supporting Soviet dissidents to win the Nobel Prize for Literature to enhance their literary status and assisting them in the covert spread of samizdat publications, these tactics had a severe impact on mainstream Soviet political culture.

If you have a little understanding of history, you will know that the works of the imperial Russian period are no less than the Soviet period, but the Russian literary world during the imperial Russian period has never been widely praised by the West.

But this situation will change with the advent of the Cold War. Alan Wilson remembers that at some point, the Nobel Prize for Literature suddenly favored Soviet writers, and the famous Solzhenitsyn was one of them. Not the only one.

"I don't believe it will, the real culture will definitely be widely accepted." Furtseva said calmly, "On the contrary, as the quality of the British people improves, you will be more dangerous. "

"We can not improve, so that most British people will not be able to understand your so-called widely accepted culture." Alan Wilson is old, and he is not worried about the future described by Fultseva.

"It's really hard to believe that a person who claims to serve the country actually wants his people to be more stupid." Fultseva seemed to have been shocked by her three views and could not understand the purpose of doing so.

"No, they have the right to ignorance. Knowledge represents conspiracy and crime. Ignorance has a certain dignity."

Alan Wilson retorted calmly, "If the people can't understand us, they won't know what we did wrong. The more you let the people know, the more strict the people will be with you. We live in a In the real society, everyone is greedy. They want their motherland to be the strongest in all aspects, whether economic, cultural or military. If possible, they even hope that the population is also the first, but at the same time, the per capita is also the first. .”

Fultseva couldn't believe what she heard, and the man opposite seemed to really think so, "You are playing with fire with the whole country."

"It is the Soviet Union that is playing with fire. The loyal subjects of the British Empire will not pay attention to the remarks of poor countries." Alan Wilson connoted Fultseva with a smirk. The standard of living in the Soviet Union will not exceed that of the United Kingdom. All truths are farts, and if it’s the other way around, farts are all truths.

If possible, Alan Wilson would like to relive the Battle of Crimea again, but unfortunately he never found this opportunity again. The visit of the Soviet cultural delegation to London has come to an end.

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It has to be said that at this time in 1945, the Soviet Union still had a strong influence, and the performances of the Red Flag Song and Dance Troupe were also enthusiastically welcomed. Unfortunately, the good times are always short-lived. the end.

"I will keep your hairpin!" Alan Wilson said with a look of aftertaste in a voice that only two people could hear, and almost got slapped.

The future czar of culture frowned, deaf to the bullshit of the imperialist bureaucracy, and followed the crowd onto the plane.

But after the plane took off, Fultseva turned her cheek and looked at the shrinking figure through the window. If it happened, it happened, and if it was impossible, it didn't happen.