Chapter 596: Plainness Is the Truth
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"Actually, who will verify the signatures of three million people?" Alan Wilson smiled proudly in front of Vivien Leigh, not finding this matter difficult at all.
"Actually, the direction of this matter depends entirely on you." Vivien Leigh said in a low voice with a look of surprise, "It's useless for me to worry, you are really bad."
"Stalin said that voters can't decide anything, and vote counters decide everything. In a sense, it's true." Alan Wilson said proudly, "A football match, with football certificates, circumstantial evidence, plus hosting and co-organizing , all the units are my people, how can they fight with me?"
Women should be naked in front of men for true love, not for money. Since Vivien Leigh came to Kuala Lumpur, this idea has obviously become more ingrained.
In fact, except for their marriage in name, the two of them are just like a couple in other aspects. She was his Mrs. Wilson, and she was willing to keep it secret.
For a young mind thirsty for passion and adventure, this kind of life is not life at all. The long and boring working days were the same every day, and Vivien Leigh enjoyed enjoying the touch of her lover, dancing all night, fine wine and the occasional freedom.
Who knows that she is an actress who has already become famous, but in Kuala Lumpur, she experienced ordinary comfort. Although this kind of life lacks some passion, it seems that this is the day of dreams.
Every day when she got up, Vivien Leigh would prepare a simple breakfast and watch the man enjoy it. Then when Alan Wilson was away, she would watch the two children and wait for the busy man to return.
There is actually nothing wrong with this, at least that's what Vivien Leigh thinks. Life is easy and peaceful, at least for her.
Vivien Leigh twisted her hands and let her thoughts soar like wild horses. There were many places she was not allowed to go, and there were many things she couldn't do. She could only read the news in the newspaper and learn about what was new in this place managed by her man.
She could always see the tired figure of this man. Of course, this kind of pretending to be tired should not be hidden from the actress, but when love goes to the head, nothing is impossible.
The most heartwarming thing is that this busy man never complains and bears all the pressure silently.
In fact, what is there to complain about? It is nothing more than cleaning up the remaining tail, filing records that will never see the light of day, and maintaining the superficial calm of British Malaya.
How could he let the national treasure know about secretly dealing with a group of dangerous elements through this crisis?
Of course there are similar things, but they are just not reported in the newspapers. Those that are reported are peaceful petitions and well-ordered links. Those links that are not suitable for reporting are all in the Jakarta newspapers.
But who would believe it? Moscow is more concerned about the extremely fierce fourth battle. In terms of the influence of public opinion in Jakarta alone, let alone affecting Asia, it cannot even affect Aceh.
"There are slight errors in the demographics. This is very normal. I believe all parties should understand." Alan Wilson solemnly said to the colleagues sitting there, "About the fire in the archives this time. Don’t be too harsh on things, there are always accidents in life.”
"No, of course not." All the colonial officials shook their heads, saying that maybe this is life, and sometimes things like this happen. Accidents are understandable and not worth delving into.
"Very good! You are indeed reliable." Alan Wilson showed a happy smile and changed the topic, "We have sacrificed too much for the stability and order of the British Empire, and London has seen it."
Taking the opportunity to use a big event to cover up some existing hidden dangers. The people here are all old bureaucrats. They are self-taught and do not need anyone to teach them.
Although it seems that Kuala Lumpur has been in turmoil in the past period, only the people here know how many normally difficult things they have taken the opportunity to deal with.
Is it true that colonists don’t kill people? It's just that they don't kill often. Whether they are pro-Soviet or pro-American, Malay or Chinese, after this time, I believe they will be more reliable than before. As for the unreliable part, bye!
Next comes the stage of playing music and then dancing. The joy of the colonists is not suitable for appearing in front of the public.
This is a dazzling, magical and mysterious event. Milky white light balls hang from the huge Gothic lamp stand, reflecting the brilliance of the St. Charles Theater.
The waxed light on the parquet floor reflects not only the warm and soft beams of light, but also the gilded acanthus leaves on the columns, the crimson velvet stage curtain, the urn-shaped railings of the boxes, and Domed ceiling lyre design.
The seven iridescent colors of gold, orange and green are sprinkled from the dome, and ripples in the steaming heat of the lights, as if the waltz is melodiously rotating in time with the orchestra.
The dance floor was crowded with elegantly dressed gentlemen and ladies. Through the masks on their faces, pairs of eyes shone with joy. Here is a young lady dressed as a medieval lady, with a flowing robe and a hanging gauze headdress. There was a wandering monk with a cross hanging down to his knees, and his partner was dressed as a temple priestess.
In the arms of another hussar is an aristocratic lady from the French revolutionary era, with powdered hair and a red silk scarf tied around her neck; her golden clothes are shining, and the feathers on her turban are swaying. Among the dazzling glass gems, real jewelry still quietly exudes a restrained light.
The air is filled with the smell of perfume, and many clothes are usually kept at the bottom of the box, only used when needed. Above the melodious music, voices and laughter floated. Under every nameless mask, there is still the usual and familiar teasing style.
Only on this occasion would Alan Wilson dare to appear with the unnoticed British treasure.
"Do you often have dances like this?" There was a hint of sourness in the tone of the British treasure under the mask. She thought of some indescribable things from this occasion.
"It's my first time to participate. I didn't expect it to be like this before I participated." Alan Wilson, who hugged Vivien Leigh's waist, was very honest and wasn't lying. It was really his first time to participate.
He was also shocked when he saw this scene. Only now did he, a colonial administrator, realize that he did not understand the joy of the colonies. He thought that at most he was just like in New Delhi, where he had nothing to do but drink and exchange experiences in making money.
Who knew that the colonists were also advancing with the times, and each generation had its own happiness. When he was at the Governor's Palace in New Delhi, he faced a group of old men every day, but now the colonists are all young people.
As for the previous group of people, they have either been promoted or have retired and lived a boring life of poverty and pension. Who knows the happiness of the new generation of colonists.
"But I think the situation in Xiangjiang is similar." After Alan Wilson danced with the national treasure, he took Vivien Leigh's white little hand and walked to a secluded corner, talking about another prosperous place.
"That's just a small place." Vivien Leigh was obviously not interested in the place Alan Wilson said.
"The key is location. The tribesmen in the Sahara Desert want to be British, but we don't want it yet!" Alan Wilson smiled and said softly, "Actually, if you don't mind, you can buy some land in Xiangjiang and develop some real estate. Even if the project is not developed first, it is still good to keep it in hand and wait for appreciation."
After receiving the signal of moving from one victory to another, Vivien Leigh's eyes behind the mask were full of energy and she whispered, "I need your help again. I don't even know what to do."
"It's nothing, you are the mother of my son." Alan Wilson hugged the dream girl of all British men. He was already bored with this kind of dance. He still felt that it was ordinary and sleeping with Vivien Leigh in his arms was more suitable for him.
As the commissioner of British Malaya, could he talk to Xiangjiang? Of course it is possible. The managers of Xiangjiang are also civil servants. As for the governor, he cannot manage the entire city personally.
Depending on the importance of the colony and the level of economic development, some colonies appoint governors and some appoint commissioners. It’s just that British Malaya happened to be administered by commissioners.
Most of the colonies are currently run by commissioners, and as for those parts run by governors, most have become independent.
Such as Canada, Australia, New Zealand. Xiangjiang is already considered one of the few places where governors exist.
Alan Wilson, who likes to make women with close relationships more successful. While paying attention to the signatures, he used the information to see how far Xiangjiang has developed. He is already the deputy secretary-general of the Overseas Assets Management Committee, so it is not overstepping the boundaries to care.
For the current Chinese community, the most important thing is of course the signing of the guarantee. Maybe the lives of 30,000 compatriots are not enough to inspire the enthusiasm of the majority of melon-eating people.
But there is another thing that can do this, and that is about repatriating the Chinese and making up for the mistakes of the previous commissioner. In order to avoid being deported, the enthusiasm of Chinese people to sign a guarantee has never been higher.
After discussions with Lieutenant General Bilton, the commander of the garrison, Alan Wilson officially announced the specific details of the second nuclear test in British Malaya, and the vicinity will be blocked by then.
Time entered April, and the longest fourth battle was not over yet. Britain conducted its second nuclear test in British Malaya. Britain, the Netherlands, Portugal and Australia simultaneously issued statements condemning the Indonesian Sukarno government. Notification of human rights violations in Aceh, and stated that it would not rule out armed intervention.
In fact, there is no such thing. Verbal interference is allowed. Fighting costs money, and it costs a lot of money.
Verbal intervention can save costs, which is relatively cost-effective. It does not cost anything, and it can also reflect the nature of Britain as an imperialist power, used to fool domestic citizens.
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