Chapter 658 Colonial Inspection

Since the first stop was Nigeria, Alan Wilson directly extracted a few words from his mind, Africa's most populous country, Africa's largest economic aggregate, Boko Haram and the most important Obasanjo.

In the 21st century, Nigeria's population has reached 200 million. The largest population in Africa has supported Nigeria's economic development. As for the name of Boko Haram, it is always seen in the news.

As for Obasanjo, the military strongman, he is a representative figure in maintaining the integrity of Nigeria. His level is at least higher than that of Mr. Chang. His only fault is that he has been taught by electoral politics.

However, this person is much better than Chang Gong. If he can continue to adhere to the military government model, he will either be overthrown by a coup in the end, or he may be a figure like Napoleon in Africa.

According to the current time, Obasanjo should not have a firm foothold in the military, so there is no need to worry in the short term.

If we kill him, Nigeria will eventually become independent. It is better to leave a positive example to defend democratic elections. In any case, countries that use the British electoral system cannot ultimately pose a real threat to Europe and the United States.

Alan Wilson has determined from history that Obasanjo is not pro-Soviet, so at least he cannot become Castro, so it can be concluded that there is basically no threat.

Of course Pamela Mountbatten didn't want her husband to leave, especially to go to such a backward place, but part of the reason for this incident was that her husband helped her eliminate hidden dangers, and the final destination was Iran. She could only bid farewell to her husband with apologies.

"Actually, I have one thing to say. I haven't come yet this month. I have to go to the hospital for a check-up in two days." Pamela Mountbatten blushed and talked about her premonition.

"Wow, I hope there is good news." Alan Wilson was overjoyed when he heard this. He happily hugged his wife and kissed her, "I have a suggestion. The air in London is too bad. You should find a place to take a good rest. Give our children a healthy environment.”

The wife said she had never seen it, but Alan Wilson felt that they were inseparable. The two came back from Kuala Lumpur together and had stayed there for at least a few months. According to common sense, there should be some movement.

Although she could not accompany her husband to go abroad, Pamela Mountbatten still drove her husband to the airport and met a rally on the way.

Alan Wilson stared through the car window for a moment, grinned and said sarcastically, "The women's movement rally, it turned out to be British boxers, disrespectful."

Although the gathering was not large and did not bear the burden of boarding time, Alan Wilson could not help but chatter.

Having been married for such a long time, Pamela Mountbatten already knew something about this man, and knew that her husband had never been very appreciative of the women's movement. "If you talk about any organization,

The bad days are not far away. "

"I can't do anything against them. We are a democratic country, and politicians have the biggest votes." Alan Wilson shook his head slightly, glanced at his wife and said, "Actually, it's much easier for you to deal with them than it is for me."

"How do you say this!" Pamela Mountbatten asked as she drove. She seemed to be far behind her husband in other aspects except being richer, especially in terms of brains. She couldn't figure out what she could do if her husband couldn't.

"I am a government official, and politicians dare not offend the votes. Let these voices disappear, either we will transform into a country like the Soviet Union, or only you can do something about it."

Alan Wilson said that as a government official, there are limitations in facing mass incidents. It is not impossible to take a tough stance, but few would dare to do so.

"You can simply set up an organization like the Women's Movement Foundation, bribe the leaders of these women's movements, and then, after taming them with money, send these people to the Middle East to organize the development of the women's movement."

"Then what?" Pamela Mountbatten frowned slightly, feeling that things might not be that simple.

"Perhaps stoning will be used if caught by the Arabs." Alan Wilson laughed and boasted as if he was a genius. "Of course we all know that diplomacy is no small matter. We cannot allow a few British citizens to accidentally... If we take a tough stance against a country due to an isolated incident, the matter will eventually go unsolved."

"If nothing else, this will be your professional advice to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs." Pamela Mountbatten said, I knew this was the reaction, "I think the Women's Movement Foundation is most suitable to be established in Newfoundland. No one knows Can’t find out.”

"What a great idea!" Alan Wilson nodded with deep approval. On the way to the airport, he discovered one thing. In a family composed of a couple, it is very important for the three views to be consistent.

Alan Wilson had a dispute with Pamela Mountbatten in the departure hall. He himself thought it would be better to watch his wife go back, but Pamela Mountbatten, on the contrary, wanted to watch him board the plane.

Several assistants from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs nearby were constantly exchanging micro-expressions. They really couldn't stand the sour smell of love.

Two hours later, the group got off the plane in France. This was of course for a reason. The current Comet airliner consumes more fuel. Generally, if Alan Wilson wants to go to Kuala Lumpur, he has to land at several airports. Otherwise, why would Whitehall be so concerned about it? Are you so interested in the Persian Gulf aviation transit station?

But the fundamental reason is that Alan Wilson believes that everyone should enjoy their time in Africa before arriving in Nigeria, which has few entertainment projects. This is mainly because of the needs of his assistants, but he himself does not care.

He had already arrived at the headquarters of Woodpecker Pictures in the afternoon. The first thing he did was to send a telegram and follow the order in the diary. Only then did he learn that Joan Bennett was in Paris.

"Why is she here?" In any case, Alan Wilson has also interacted with Joan Bennett, and it is normal to be a little concerned.

"Why do you care so much about her?" Greta Garbo glanced sideways at the man and asked in an indifferent tone.

"My dear, your friends are my friends." Alan Wilson said reservedly. As a man, he must show responsibility when he should be responsible.

"The North American box office market has not improved, so she came here to see if there were any opportunities." Greta Garbo used an inhumane Nordic accent to express that the current North American box office market was quite involuntarily, and Joan Bennett was not willing to lie down. Look for opportunities.

In fact, Joan Bennett has been idle for more than a year. The last time she appeared on the big screen, the Korean War had just begun. As for Lana Turner, another new friend from the trip to Puerto Rico, she also appeared in a TV series.

"It seems that TV dramas have really impacted the film industry. I really have a plan related to this. Regarding the promotion of British influence, various British African colonies have plans for varying numbers of cinemas. .According to different forces, there are currently more than a hundred planned, and they are no small projects."

"Oh, what's the use of this?" Greta Garbo looked careless and turned her head away with little interest.

Snapped! Greta Garbo jumped up all of a sudden. The instigator slowly retracted his palm and said to himself, "I am a man of the same status as your husband after all. We always haven't seen each other for a while, and you feel like I have done something to make you sorry." All the same, this attitude is extremely insulting to me and will cause me to lose control of my hands."

Alan Wilson always looked down on beautiful women with frowns, and Joan Bennett wasn't getting any younger. This year was also the time when Alan Wilson first met Garbo in New Delhi, at the same age.

As actresses who came from the extremely harsh black-and-white film era, Joan Bennett and Hedy Lamarr have similar looks. Like Vivien Leigh, they are among the beautiful faces accepted by the public in this era.

"I have to conduct some research on British Africa recently, but I will definitely remember this." Alan Wilson promised with sincerity, reaching out and touching Joan Bennett's long hair and said, "Actually, the original blond hair is very good. Don't lose your own characteristics."

Alan Wilson had been rejected three times before. Three of his talkers at Woodpecker Pictures all refused to go to Nigeria with him because they had to take care of their children. Considering the local black pearl, Alan Wilson put his last hope in Joan. ·On ​​Bennett.

"Heidi is filming the beautiful legend of Sicily, and you just want me to replace her." Joan Bennett expressed doubts about this man's remarks.

"Isn't your hair dyed black because Heidi came to the United States?" Alan Wilson seemed to remember something and said suspiciously, "That's not surprising. But Heidi is only famous for her beauty, and her film career It didn't go well either. Vivian was much more successful than her."

Listening to the man's boasting, Joan Bennett rolled her eyes at Alan Wilson, "This pride!"

In the end, while his assistants were mentally preparing to go to Africa, Alan Wilson successfully invited a guest who coincidentally also went to Nigeria. It was such a coincidence that he couldn't even explain to his assistants that this woman wearing a sunhat and sunglasses covering her face had such a lively conversation just after they met.

"Deputy Secretary-General, you guys are having so much fun chatting with the woman you just met? Do you have any tips?" The assistants who gathered Alan Wilson in the center wanted to ask their immediate boss to give them two tricks.

"Maybe it's because I'm born with a gentlemanly demeanor that makes it easier for people to trust me." Alan Wilson was waiting at the exit, like a full-power central air conditioner. When Joan Bennett appeared, he took the initiative to step forward and said, " Beautiful lady, let a few of us men take you to your accommodation, otherwise the indigenous people here will always be uneasy."

"You are such a gentleman!" Joan Bennett handed the suitcase to Alan Wilson and thanked him softly. "This expedition was able to meet a group of diplomats. It is really an energy worth remembering."

Lagos is the largest city in the Nigerian colony, with a status equivalent to a magical city. The British division of Nigeria is very general, mainly divided into four parts. As the capital, Lagos is on an equal footing with the three major gathering areas.