Chapter 207 Progress Is the Most Important Thing

Vivien Leigh couldn't help but feel a little annoyed, how long has she not been rejected? Even Churchill, the prime minister who led the British Empire to win the world war, couldn't speak when he saw him.

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The assistant to the commissioner in front of him was not interested in him, and he could put on airs better than Churchill. He couldn't help complaining, "You are busier than the prime minister."

"But there is no right to be a prime minister." Alan Wilson said without raising his head, "Vivian, do you know what a prime minister does every day?"

"The newspapers have always said that Prime Minister Churchill worked hard every day to lead the British Empire to defeat the Germans." Vivien Leigh said as if you don't want to lie to me, "It seems that you have a different idea."

"There are ministers in charge of each department, and they are civil servants. The prime minister does not have a specific work unit. Will he be very tired? Even if he is tired, it is for personal reasons. He has to intervene in the work of hundreds of senior civil servants in Whitehall. Do you think the prime minister Do you organize documents every day and hold meetings all the time?" Alan Wilson's mouth formed an oh shape, shaking his head and said, "As a democratic country, do you really believe that the leader of the British Empire is like Stalin? Can the business intervene?"

"Eh?" Vivien Leigh's beautiful face was blank. She didn't know what the working status of Whitehall was. He was an actress, not the Prime Minister's wife. "That's what I read in the newspaper."

"Of course, without the insignificant contribution of the newspapers to pursue the politicians every day, they will be almost forgotten." Alan Wilson held the pen wholeheartedly, and smiled at Vivien Leigh, "Look at Mr. Churchill now , Aren’t you afraid that you will be forgotten by firing at Prime Minister Attlee every day in the House of Commons?”

"This?" Vivien Leigh, who thinks she has experienced many battles, set foot in a field that she is not good at for the first time, could not help but lose her momentum, and muttered in a low voice, "It seems that I am only a nominal member of the British Indian Actors Association. The operator."

"That's not true. Your association is a non-governmental association. It is not part of a government agency. We will not interfere with this. It is a cooperative relationship with us British Indian civil servants. It has a lot of autonomy and can get us help." Alan Wilson changed a comfortable position, leaned on the backrest and said, "We want to borrow your influence, and you can also get what you want from it, but there are too many things in British India at present. Haven’t taken care of it for now.”

"Dinner time, I will go to your apartment, and that time belongs to me personally." Alan Wilson said to Vivien Leigh solemnly, "You can say what you want at that time, how about this, go back and think about it now. "

In the face of the initiative of the international actress,

Allen Wilson showed his strength, showing the appearance of a man who puts state affairs first. It was not until Vivien Leigh, who was dazzled by the words, turned and left, that Allen Wilson showed his true nature, and his eyes followed Vivien Leigh's twisting and turning body. It was not until Vivien Leigh's figure left that she swallowed with difficulty.

"Hey." Allen Wilson forced himself to be calm, and had to say that he really missed the happy time in Bonn.

A man naturally wants to put state affairs first, but as a young man, he always wants to take care of public and private affairs when he is full of energy.

As the evening approached, Alan Wilson brought some raw materials and knocked on the door of Vivien Leigh's room, "This?"

"I haven't eaten yet." Alan Wilson said with a wry smile, and then said, "It's cheap for you today, let you try my craft."

Making a fire and cooking is a strange thing for Alan Wilson for most of his life, but after he arrived in British India to work, he was not really interested in Indian food, so he could only start to support himself.

Under the witness of international actresses, today's assistant to the British Indian Commissioner has shown an unknown side. By the time it gets dark, a decent meal is ready.

Taking out the red wine he brought and lighting a few more candles, Alan Wilson sat opposite Vivien Leigh and signaled that it was time to start. The atmosphere...was very ambiguous.

Even Vivien Leigh felt this, the man in front of him was completely different from the daytime, looking at him. There is also a hint of possessiveness, she will never be wrong, she is too familiar with this kind of gaze.

"Alan, I didn't expect you to have this kind of cooking skills. Men who can cook are rare." Vivien Li talked about him, without the aura of going to the other party's office, and became a little bit clingy.

"It's my honor to be able to serve a beautiful lady like you." Alan Wilson offered to pour a glass of red wine for Vivien Leigh, and reminded, "Just feel free, don't drink too much."

"Okay." Vivien Leigh took a sip of the red wine, and under the candlelight, the amorous feelings of the international actress were undoubtedly revealed.

"The matter of the British Indian Film Association is not without resistance. You also know that the British Empire has become accustomed to speaking with naval guns. Now it has just begun to speak in other ways, and it may be a little uncomfortable. Using movies to subconsciously influence Indians , It’s actually a novel idea.” Allen Wilson opened the mouth and narrowed the distance between the two parties, analyzing the current environment with an attitude of me telling you a play.

At the same time, he also expressed that he is willing to help in this matter and do his best to make Vivien Leigh's dream come true.

Unknowingly, Alan Wilson's hand grabbed Vivien Leigh's bare hand and did not let go, "Vivian, you are so beautiful."

"Mr. Allen, did you drink too much?" Vivien Leigh wanted to pull her hand back, but it didn't work. She could only respond with words, "My hand may be the place I'm not satisfied with. It is bigger among women."

Really? Alan Wilson lowered his head and kissed the back of Vivien Leigh's hand, showing his love for the international actress with practical actions. Both of them drank a little wine, but they were absolutely not drunk.

"Alan, I'm much older than you." Vivien Leigh, who was hugged by Alan Wilson, refused with a struggling look. At this time, she remembered the fact that she was married, "And I have a husband ..."

As soon as these words came out, Vivien Leigh felt that her back was blocked, and the swollen Alan Wilson whispered in Vivien Leigh's ear, "This is British India. Few people know where we are, so I won't say it of."

"I..." Vivien Leigh felt the heat in her ear, just about to refuse, she was hugged by the waist, and the candle on the table was blown out.

I raise your wife and daughter! Alan Wilson was in a hurry to get started. Since leaving the UK, he hadn't had a test drive of a domestic car yet. General Mountbatten took it very seriously. Now there is such an opportunity, which deserves to be taken seriously.

This night, Vivien Leigh felt unlimited energy from Alan Wilson. Compared with her husband who was nearly forty years old, Alan who fought at night was really too impactful.

Vivien Leigh, who has been feeling empty lately, finally found a sense of fulfillment in her life and devoted herself to it.

"What about the British Indian Film Association?" Stretching out her fingers and drawing circles on the chest of the man who was a teenager younger than herself, Vivien Leigh still did not forget to ask about her own affairs, "Alan, actors want to be recognized by the upper class, It's not just about money, especially our country, I'm not blaming anything, the status of actors is far lower than that of the United States."

"It takes time to settle." Alan Wilson, whose palm hadn't left his plump body, said with a satisfied expression, "In this place of British India, everything is on me, and I will definitely try my best to help you."

It was indeed enough effort. Vivien Leigh couldn't help but blush when she thought of the scene just now, but she had the idea of ​​doing it again.

The commissioner was at his peak, so he would naturally not avoid this incident, and the international movie queen was also at her peak, and was about to knock down this little man.

"Where did the commissioner's assistant go?" Andy, who was looking for Allen Wilson, muttered at the door of Vivien Leigh's apartment, "Isn't it going to the palace in Hyderabad?"

Andy, who was about to return to his apartment, suddenly glanced at Vivien Leigh's apartment and sighed, "If only I had such a wife, hey..."

"When my husband and I got married, only Katharine Hepburn and a few friends came." Vivien Leigh, who was wearing a coat, told Alan Wilson about her emotional experience.

Allen Wilson listened with relish, and didn't feel at all that it was a humiliation to Vivien Leigh's husband on this occasion.

This kind of thing should be looked at fairly and objectively. Although the western world also pays attention to loyalty after marriage, if you are facing an actor, you can definitely relax it appropriately.

"You mean, Katharine Hepburn? Is she pretty?" Alan Wilson asked with great interest. He really didn't have the impression of this actress in his mind.

"It's not a question of whether she's pretty or not. She's a rare one, full of energy, but I still beat her in the audition." The actors have a good relationship, in fact, if I hadn’t come to British India, I would have planned to go to Hollywood.”

"We, the UK, don't have a chance to compete with Hollywood." Allen Wilson shook his head. "And the colonies of several of our countries are so vast. At least for now, if we want to spread popularity, we are still faster than Americans."

The two of them got up in the middle of the night to eat up the leftovers, not out of thrift, but because of great physical exertion.

But soon, Alan Wilson, who followed the goal of losing twice in one hole, said again, "I'll tell you a story."

"You have to talk about it carefully. I don't quite understand some things." Vivien Leigh also responded understandingly, "If you don't study, you won't make progress."

"Of course, progress is the most important thing." Alan Wilson held Vivien Leigh's hand, and the two walked towards the bedroom.