Chapter 27 Mumbai

Not to mention what is happy, what is not happy! Allen Wilson just thinks that this era is promising and that's all.

Although it was not coincidental that it happened to catch up with the decline of the British Empire, the collapse of order inevitably brought rare opportunities. If he wanted to do business, he could easily live a good life, but he did not I don't want to do this, I would rather be a humble public instrument and serve this country.

And having said that, which capitalist who can be called by name did not rise through political benefits? In the whole world, there is no one who can crush all difficulties with his own power.

This does not conform to the objective law of development. Even in a large and tight filter, there are always some fish that slip through the net.

But who says you can't have both? Alan Wilson tugged on Pamela Mountbatten's clothes, thinking for a moment.

"By the way, you once said that you were a student of the Oriental College, but you didn't graduate because of the outbreak of the war. Hey, how old were you?" Pamela Mountbatten suddenly remembered that Alan Wilson once said his resume.

"That's not a big deal. Geniuses are also born among ordinary people." Alan Wilson briefly mentioned his resume, with the corners of his mouth curled up, showing a complacent look.

"You look just like my father." Pamela Mountbatten said with a look of disgust, "Can't you be like me and be normal to everyone?"

"Perhaps I really can't understand how approachable your father who was born into a prince's family and the mother of the richest man in Britain are, and I can't even understand how hard it is for your father, who is the commander-in-chief of the Allied Forces in Southeast Asia, and the mother who directs 60,000 medical personnel to support the front line. Alan Wilson tilted his head with a face full of acknowledgment, "But I am ready to return to London. At this time, I hope to get Pamela's help here."

Reaching out to pat Alan Wilson on the shoulder, Pamela Mountbatten said as if wrapped around me, "Leave it all to me."

Alan Wilson rolled his eyes at the other party, stretched out his fingers to clamp the girl's little hand, and placed it in front of him. The other hand took it out of his pocket and placed it on Pamela Mountbatten's hand, "The size is not bad. !"

A sapphire ring suddenly appeared on Pamela Mountbatten's finger, and the latter said embarrassingly, "What is this, why do you always give me gems?"

"It's just a souvenir. I'm going back to London this time. I have some things to take with me. My father has some personal items to ship. It might be a trouble." Alan Wilson made the request with a frown.

"Is it a lot?" Pamela Mountbatten asked softly, regardless of her beating heart.

"It's really not small. The old man has the habit of collecting local ancient books, and it's quite troublesome to transport them. It just so happens that I will transport them back together when I go back this time. They are all collected by him throughout his life. I am obliged to keep these ancient books." Allen Wilson seemed to think about it, but in fact, it was less than twenty tons.

Because of the continuation of the war, sea routes are not safe. The proceeds from the Golden Temple in India have been kept in India. In fact, there is no good way. I don't trust it very much, and I have always placed it in my residence in New Delhi.

Alan Wilson took Pamela Mountbatten to the residence directly. Of course, there were some books in it. Obviously Pamela Mountbatten was not very interested and expressed his willingness to help.

The daughter of the commander-in-chief of the Southeast Asian theater is domineering, and Alan Wilson silently gave her a thumbs up in her heart.

To the assistant in Hyderabad, Alan Wilson did not say in his telegram that he was transferred, but only that he was temporarily seconded to the mainland. This is what the well-known appraiser Sir Barron meant. After all, it is also true.

may disappear for a while,

However, the Hyderabad commissioner is temporarily vacant. Before that, the Hyderabad commissioner was also a high-status position with good benefits but not very important.

"How can you go to a man's house alone?" Mountbatten looked his daughter up and down, and said helplessly, "I can understand that you are friends, but it's a little inappropriate at your age."

"Father, look at what you said. Alan is the Commissioner of Hyderabad. He is a restrained civil servant and treats me with great respect." Pamela Mountbatten wears a sapphire ring on her finger. Boat.

"Me?" Mountbatten was about to open his mouth, but his face changed and he said, "I'll send someone to take you there."

"Alan's father has a batch of collections to be shipped back to the country together. I hope to ship them back in the name of my father. Because there are a lot of ancient books." Pamela Mountbatten made a further request, got up and went upstairs after getting approval, "I want Write a letter to my sister and give it to him when the time comes for him to take it back to London. I will go to the suburbs with him tomorrow, and that’s it for now.”

at present! Mountbatten thought about it for a while, and it was only for now, and the other party would return to Europe after that, and it would not become a problem.

"We are better than these Indian children, so we can give them alms like this." Alan Wilson took Pamela Mountbatten's hands and crossed them together, with blue lights flashing on his fingertips, looking at the Indian children not far away.

Today, the two came to the northern suburbs for an outing. The so-called North Indian climate does not mean that winter does not exist. Winter is just as hard. It has been moving in an unbearable direction step by step.

"My father and I asked for leave. When you leave, I will send you to Mumbai." Pamela Mountbatten came back to her senses, ignoring the decorations around her, and said softly, "What's the problem with your assistant in Hyderabad? It's time to contact me."

"Hands are sweating." Taking out a handkerchief to wipe off the sweat stains on Pamela Mountbatten's hands, Alan Wilson said softly, "I'll send you a telegram when I get back to London."

"Send me a telegram." Pamela Mountbatten pretended to be serious and refused, "It's as if you don't have a job. This is a letter from me to my sister. You can send it to me. My mother has been in London for half a year. Take me say hello."

"Don't worry." Alan Wilson agreed with a thump on his chest.

When it was time to set off, Alan Wilson got on the train to Mumbai without much effort, and Pamela Mountbatten, who was sitting next to him, asked, "Why are the boxes so heavy, it makes those soldiers tired. "

"The box is made of iron. And the paper is very heavy when stacked together. It's like whether a knife is sharp or not, but you actually have to judge it by cutting the paper." Alan Wilson compared things that don't make sense. The unusual weight belies the past.

When we arrived in Mumbai, the freighter was scheduled to depart the next day. Pamela Mountbatten looked at the busy port with great interest, as if she was going to walk along the seaside tirelessly. Allen Wilson said without losing the opportunity, "Actually, Juna The coastline of Ghatdu State is beautiful, I will take you to see it when I have a chance."