Chapter 402 Trip to America

Mountbatten stated very bluntly that the partition of India and Pakistan is already imperative, and it cannot be changed to this point.

Nehru and other Congress leaders, after repeated consultations, finally agreed to the basic part of the Mountbatten plan, and the rest is how to deal with the future of hundreds of large and small Indian princes and states.

Under Nehru's firm request, Mountbatten expressed his willingness to come forward to persuade the state, but in fact he was not psychologically prepared to do so.

The partition of India and Pakistan has finally started after two years of repeated repetitions, and history is about to open a new page.

And Alan Wilson in British Malaya, of course, also heard the news, but he didn't have any special thoughts in his heart. The only expectation now is when India and Pakistan will fight because of Kashmir.

Of course he was still not idle, because Pamela Mountbatten and some friends went all the way to Kuala Lumpur.

In fact, Pamela Mountbatten came to visit her fiancé who was staying here. The main purpose was to go to Australia with some noble friends, and talk to the Australian government about prospecting in Australia.

Snapped! Taking a hard slap on the buttocks of the prodigal girls, Alan Wilson gritted his teeth and said, "Your husband has worked hard, and you took a group of ladies to Australia to play? Are you paying all the travel expenses?"

"It hurts!" Pamela Mountbatten said with tears in her eyes, one hand still covering her buttocks. "It's such a heavy hand, it's broken. It's like this before you get married. After you get married, you won't be beaten to death."

"It's too late for you to regret it now." Alan Wilson said angrily, "Save me and spend my hard-earned money."

"I'm doing business. You asked me to do prospecting. Now in the aristocratic circle, I rely on myself. They don't believe that they can make money. Didn't I bring some nobles over to support the scene?"

After kneading for a long time, Pamela Mountbatten felt the burning sensation in her buttocks lessen, and explained in a low voice, "Don't be so stingy, I trust you unconditionally, but others can't be like me."

There is actually some truth to what he said! Alan Wilson felt for a moment that he had acted a little harder just now, but he must not admit his mistake at this time, otherwise he would be caught off guard and asked about the cost of this trip to Australia.

After a world war, not all the aristocrats were unscathed. Some families of the aristocrats were already struggling, and the cost of a trip to Australia had to be considered.

It was originally Alan Wilson's idea to tie up the aristocratic class to discuss the development of iron mines with Australia. Now it seems that this slap really has no valid reason.

But Alan Wilson couldn't admit his mistakes, and said forcefully that he had to maintain a simple style until his career did not progress. "I think these domestic nobles might as well go to the colonies. Many of them are local emperors in the colonies. It is much better than the poor and fastidious life in the locals."

"Why haven't I heard of it." Pamela Mountbatten twisted her waist and looked back, directly asking Alan Wilson to turn his head back. What to look at, isn't it just a red handprint, there is nothing to see.

"Why not? There was a white king in Sarawak who later signed an agreement with the colonial government. However, this agreement can be overturned. The change of colonial policy is not as unshakable as the domestic policy. In fact, I want to sell the throne of Sarawak to Maharaja Ali Khan. The Malaya colonial government has to pay his family's pension.

Compared with the land of more than 100,000 square kilometers in Sarawak, this is nothing at all. "

Pamela Mountbatten was taken aback, "There is still such a thing, there are still people who don't want to be kings and sell such a large land."

"The world is full of wonders!" Alan Wilson shrugged, "I don't know what he thinks."

The king of Sarawak was a British born in India. During World War II, Japanese troops landed in Kuching and Miri in Sarawak, and then occupied the northern half of Borneo in less than a month, driving the British, Dutch and Australian troops to the south of the island.

Before the Japanese army landed, King Weiner Brook had withdrawn 200,000 pounds in cash from the Sarawak treasury, fled to Sydney, Australia with his wife and children, and then formed a "Sarawak government-in-exile" there.

After Japan surrendered, the king returned to Sarawak. At that time, he signed a treaty with the British Colonial Department, formally ceding his kingdom to Britain, on the condition that the British government pay him and his three daughters a considerable amount of life-long pension.

"Can it succeed?" Pamela Mountbatten asked inexplicably.

"It should be possible. Among the four departments of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, the Ministry of Indian Affairs, the Commonwealth Department, and the Colonial Department, the Colonial Department has the lowest status and has long been responsible for immigration. Because these four departments are juxtaposed, many local authorities have not been invited. As long as they are in operation, it is not impossible to take Sarawak out again."

Alan Wilson conducted a purely technical analysis and explained the division of powers of the four foreign-related departments in the United Kingdom. Regardless of the fact that the Colonial Department seems to have great power over the colonies, it actually has little power at all.

Alan Wilson is nagging here, thinking about whether he should repay his favor and sell Sarawak to Ali Khan, the monarch of Hyderabad.

Pamela Mountbatten's thinking has entered another track. Although the king has said that Mountbatten's title can be passed on to her daughter, she has an older sister in front of her. Even if the title can be inherited, it belongs to her sister Patricia Mountbatten. It is impossible for her to inherit the title.

Now when Alan Wilson mentioned Sarawak, a trace of longing flashed in his eyes, "Can't I be the ruler of Sarawak? It's time to find a place for the Maharaja."

Allen Wilson looked at Pamela Mountbatten suddenly, and said in surprise, "I didn't realize you had this side before."

"I didn't know there was such a thing before. You also know that Patricia's father's title belongs to her. His Majesty only said that daughters can also inherit father's title, but father has more than one daughter." Pamela Mountbatten said a little embarrassed.

Alan Wilson put his hands on his chest, and sat there with a thoughtful expression on his face, "You also know that I don't know much about the title of nobility. Will the hereditary title prevent me from becoming a civil servant?"

He seemed to remember that Churchill refused the title of Duke of London in name only because his son was Prime Minister. Although in fact the son is just a shield, it is obvious that he still wants to be the prime minister.

"Hereditary titles? The domestic ones will be affected, but the Sarawak titles have nothing to do with the domestic titles. I will find an opportunity to ask Elizabeth." Pamela Mountbatten said hurriedly when she heard this. This also involves her blind spots in knowledge. After all, such things are rare, especially the Mountbatten family.

"If you want, you can try it." Seeing that his fiancée was so eager, Alan Wilson couldn't refuse directly, but he still reminded, "You can't sacrifice my job, you know? Go talk to Weiner Brook first, and then see if there is any way to avoid it."

Pamela Mountbatten nodded, expressing that she would care about this matter, and in the past few days in Malaya, she and the noble ladies who came with her were directly caught by Alan Wilson.

Aren't these all genuine British nobles? Come out quickly to prove that Ai Zhongtang didn't brag, and these Chinese workers in Newfoundland have doubts in their hearts.

There were a bunch of real nobles cheering, and Alan Wilson talked about the long history of Chinese culture and his own fascination.

"Pamela, does your fiancé really like oriental culture? I heard that he is a student of the Oriental College." Seeing Alan Wilson's performance, the noble lady standing next to Pamela Mountbatten quietly asked.

"It's true that he graduated from Eastern studies." Pamela Mountbatten answered one of the questions first, and then lowered her voice, "But what Allen is saying now is just polite words. He said that there is no accurate data to measure culture. Any nation can claim that its culture is extensive and profound. Therefore, when talking with people from other civilizations, they can't find a reason to get closer, so they brag about the other party's culture."

"So that's the case!" Several noble ladies next to her nodded their heads one after another, showing expressions of sudden realization.

Alan Wilson didn't know yet that he had been betrayed by his fiancée.

But it’s not wrong to be evaluated in this way. Alan Wilson never thinks that there is no distinction between high and low cultures. Chinese civilization is just a part of world civilization, and neither is high nor low.

If he wants to belittle other civilizations, he only needs to smuggle his own goods in the textbooks. Follow the textbooks in previous lives, and repeat the words how many years the armillary sphere leads the world and how many years the seismograph leads the world.

Geometry was originally ahead of the world for many years. Barabara's blow is completely justified, because except for ancient Greece, the mathematics of other civilizations are all algorithmic routes, and they cannot be compared with the original geometry in terms of quality and quantity.

But he didn't do that. If you can't blow that kind of thing well, it is the result of the prehistoric nuclear war in ancient India.

Before Pamela Mountbatten went to Australia, Alan Wilson still knew about being betrayed by his fiancée, and reminded helplessly, "Are you going to strip me naked and show it to your friends?"

"People asked, so that's what I said." Pamela Mountbatten said shyly, "You said that in India."

"I said you can't keep talking." Alan Wilson was furious. "Next time you have no sense of confidentiality, you should spank your ass."

"Understood, I understand that you are cruel, and you were swollen from the beating last time." Pamela Mountbatten begged for mercy, "I will go to Newfoundland to see you after I am done with these things."

Watching the plane disappear from sight, Alan Wilson stretched his neck, and it was time for him to set off. Go to the United States first, and wait for the workers and machinery to hit the road, "I haven't been to the United States yet, let's see what the city on the hill is all about."

Three days later, Alan Wilson, who arrived in Los Angeles, walked out of the airport and found Vivien Leigh's residence according to the address he wrote down.

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