Chapter 285 More Money Is Needed

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"Let's not mention the matter of the Soviet Union, let's just talk about the iron ore matter." Derek said in his heart, "Our meeting today is a coincidence, but there is also an inevitable chance. I got the news from Ms. Vivien Leigh. She has no problem with the information you want. , this kind of information is top secret to any country, if you dare to explain it, you still hope to get some reward."

"Have a glass of juice, thank you." He ordered the waiter in the restaurant, and then Alan Wilson said, "Dear Mr. Derek, there is currently no country in the subcontinent. You are still thinking very long-term. It's really admirable. ."

The two of them chatted about each other, but never got to the point. Time passed little by little, and Derek's confident smile had long since disappeared. He frowned and said, "Mr. Allen, even if you are The salary of a senior colonial official is not very generous, and how much can he earn with some gray income, a few hundred dollars a month, what are you doing, who do you think you are, the Prime Minister of the British Empire?"

What a coincidence, Alan Wilson really thought so, and was unmoved by the other party's sarcasm, "I don't think that in British India, my power is about the same as that of the Prime Minister. Can the Prime Minister kill people on the streets of London at will?" He can't, but I can. I have countless ways to solve the factors that I think are detrimental to the British Empire. This is the real colony. If it were the United States, of course Mr. Derek could do it, but it would certainly not be like I do it so easily here.”

Not to mention, the shareholder of U.S. Steel in front of me may not be as rich as him, even if the other party is rich. But money and power cannot be completely equated, even if they are interdependent.

Alan Wilson refused to take any advice, and was not interested in Derek's temptation. He finally made the other party feel that the so-called head start was just a beautiful dream, so he gave up the vague temptation and said directly, "Okay. Let’s be direct. The purpose of my visit this time is to come to British India to see if I can expand my business to the subcontinent. I came with the iron ore mine. This is also good for Britain, isn’t it?”

"This matter is very difficult to handle." Alan Wilson became a little more energetic, and the other party finally got to the point, but he still showed an embarrassed look, "The risk is huge, and it may destroy the stable situation in British India."

"Isn't British India still what you British have the final say?" Derek chuckled and mocked, "When will you British still care about the voice of the colonies? Aren't guns and guns always talking?"

"You can't say that." Alan Wilson categorically denied, "Britain and India are as close as brothers, and Indians are our beloved relatives and friends, brothers and sisters!"

"People like you still care about this?" Derek frowned slightly, as if he had seen an alien with his own eyes. Just when he was about to say something more, he saw Alan Wilson's head tilted to one side, with a look of helplessness. The expression on his face said, "You have to pay more."

Derek's expression was dull, and he suddenly laughed and said to himself, "I thought I just met an upright official, and I wanted to make sure if today is April Fool's Day."

"Mr. Derek's misunderstanding of me is really serious. I hereby solemnly remind you not to take your domestic experience out of the United States. Diplomacy is no small matter. Once you change places, your previous experience may not be useful." Allen Wilson snapped his fingers and asked for another glass of juice, and then said, "When I say difficult, I mean considering the overall situation. It is a macro-level matter and is not limited to the behavior of a certain individual."

"That is to say, there is someone above you." Derek spoke concisely, indicating that he understood what the other person said. "It seems that this matter is beyond my previous expectations, and even somewhat beyond my control."

"It's not surprising, Chamberlain thought he controlled the head of state." Alan Wilson looked at the fat...capitalist from the United States in a tactical posture, "When Mr. Derek came, he was actually a Signal,

Since you can come, if the delay continues, there may be other guests coming to British India. What if this iron mine falls into the hands of others? A competitor may emerge for U.S. Steel. "

"There are many steel companies, but there are not as many such good iron mines as there are steel companies."

"Who would come to the distant subcontinent, Mr. Allen?" Derek said that he did not agree with the other person's view. "The infrastructure here is backward, and even skilled workers are scarce."

"The largest and best iron ore is in the Mysore state, which is a coastal state. Maybe Mr. Derek wants to tell the civil servants in British India that you don't understand British India." Alan Wilson picked He raised his eyebrows and pointed out that Derek's words were not true, "The coastal state of Mysore can rely on developed shipping to transport high-quality iron ore. Of course, if Mr. Derek told me that the United States' shipping is very backward, Just pretend I didn’t say anything.”

When it comes to geographical issues, Derek, a pure capitalist, is the rival of Alan Wilson, a British Indian official.

It is obviously a seller's market now. If the iron ore is to be sold, it can be sold to any steel company, including but not limited to U.S. Steel. Who would refuse such a high-quality iron ore?

By now Derek had to admit that the idea of ​​picking up a big bargain and coming to British India to hunt for the bottom was too optimistic.

He still underestimated his opponents and always thought about making huge profits, but he didn't know how the British could not understand the subcontinent they governed.

Derek didn't speak for a long time. He was obviously in a bad mood, but he still said, "Sorry to bother Mr. Allen. In fact, I'm usually very busy. I might go back anytime."

"Then I wish Mr. Derek can have a good time in the subcontinent during his short free time." Alan Wilson stood up, nodded politely to Derek, and then left the restaurant without looking back.

Derek just watched Alan Wilson's back disappear until his assistant came over to remind him, "Mr. Derek!"

"I can hear you." Derek gave his assistant a warning look. Your boss was in a bad mood right now.

For capitalists, not picking up a big bargain is equivalent to losing money. This is the same as a thief who thinks he has lost money if he doesn't steal anything. Obviously, Derek is in a bad mood now.

It was much simpler for Alan Wilson. He went to the telegraph room of the Governor's Palace and prepared to report the matter to London as an outstanding imperial civil servant and give his own suggestions in it.

If the price is right, Alan Wilson said that he is willing to test the other party, and if it is not suitable, he will reject the other party.

Of course, this money will be contributed unreservedly to the finances of the British Empire and relieve the pressure on the British Empire after the war.

The question is what to do if the other party bribes you, whether you want the other party to give out the part that belongs to the public.

This telegram was sent to London. He left the telegraph room and returned to his home. When he walked to the door of the apartment, the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily. Joan Crawford was already waiting there.

"Joan, this will make people speculate about our relationship." Alan Wilson said helplessly, "This will have an impact on you."

"With Betty here, what influence do I have to worry about?" Joan Crawford snorted and took a step forward, the two of them almost touching each other face to face. "Are you afraid that it will reach Vivian's ears? Can't you tell? Come out, do you really have the idea of ​​staying together forever?"

"She is a big star, there is nothing I can get." Alan Wilson looked gloomy, with a look of resentment that he could not get what he asked for. "There is a gap between us, and it is too difficult to cross."

This gesture resonated with Joan Crawford. They are all people who work hard for progress.

This made Joan Crawford, who also walked step by step to get to where she is today, feel the same way.

"Let's stay and have a meal together. I'll call Ms. Heidi." Alan Wilson opened the door and turned around to invite Joan Crawford, acting like a good family man.

"Maybe this is how you seduced Vivian." Joan Crawford was touched when she saw Alan Wilson like this, and happily accepted the invitation, "I mainly stay here to tell you how to deal with Derek. .”

"I understand very well. Should I do something to express my gratitude?" Alan Wilson held two eggs in his hand, made a squinting look, stared at Joan Crawford's chest and stabbed her twice. "How about the small ball turning the big ball?"

"What are the small balls and what are the big balls?" Joan Crawford was stunned for a moment, but she immediately realized that it was just a joke. She curled her lips and said indifferently, "Without those two small balls falling on you, you could go to the sky. ”

Although the dinner was not luxurious, it was sumptuous, and Alan Wilson was polite and able to not only join in what Joan Crawford and Hedy Lamarr were talking about, but also give his own suggestions.

Because of the time difference, it was lunch time in London. Edward Bridges and Norman Brooke, who were walking hand in hand without any embarrassment, were eating and studying the telegram from New Delhi.

"Since the end of the war, the Ministry of Finance has been the department under the greatest pressure." Edward Bridges wiped the corners of his mouth gently and squinted his eyes. "The ideas of our Prime Minister require huge financial support."

"The Prime Minister calls it a grand plan." Norman Brooke shrugged, "But it is indeed a big deal."

"This is exactly the case, so we let the civil servants in the colonies find their own way. At present, British India is worthy of being the pearl of the British Empire. If it were not for the support there, many of the permanent undersecretaries of the Ministry of Finance would have resigned." Edward Bridges said this and looked at Norman Brooke, "So, Norman, have you made a decision?"

"Of course it is support." Norman Brooke nodded solemnly. "It is better to sell out the colonies than sell out the homeland. Many things in the past have proven that once we let things go, it will eventually feed back to us."