What happened to Rodnia? It is rich in natural resources, including coal, chromium, iron, platinum, gold, and diamonds. It is a small South Africa, with hundreds of thousands of square kilometers of land, but it cannot accommodate Mikhailovich's second son.

One hundred thousand remaining soldiers defeated?

Even if the industrial base is a little weaker now, at least they won't go hungry. Isn't it much better than Germany where cigarettes have become a hard currency? In Alan Wilson's view, Rodnia is a place with great potential.

The climate is also good and the land is sufficient. Why don't I dislike these refugees who are running out of food? Has the other party picked them?

Moreover, he only informed Mihajlovic and did not give the other party the right to object. It seems that these refugees still think that they are a piece of cake?

"There are three choices before you. The first is to go to Rhodesia. If you are unwilling. I can only repatriate you to Yugoslavia. Of course, for humanitarian reasons, you may also be repatriated to the Soviet Union. If the Soviet Union sends you

Send them back to Yugoslavia and leave the British Empire alone."

Alan Wilson shrugged, as if he had tried his best and it was not his fault that things turned out the way they did now.

"Excuse me, is there any difference between repatriation to Yugoslavia and repatriation to the Soviet Union?" Mikhailovich asked dissatisfied.

"This is just a variety of answers. We generally give others three kinds of suggestions. Two of them are completely consistent and only have different wording. The other one is completely unacceptable, such as attacking the Soviet Union or bombing the United States." Alan Wilson said calmly.

He asked, "Can you tell me now, are you willing to go to Rhodesia?"

"I want to bring something to Africa, hoping to get a response." Regarding the shamelessness of the British Empire, Mihajlovic has no intention of refuting. The money has been given to Alan Wilson. Now he can only hope that the other party still cares about it.

In the face of accepting money before, I retained some kindness in my heart.

"Let's talk about it first!" Alan Wilson did not agree directly. Europe is in short supply of everything now, and there is no shortage of precious metals in Rhodesia. These Yugoslavia can be dug up again when they get there. Don't expect to take away anything valuable.

thing.

"If the liaison officer can win this request, I am willing to give you all the valuable things that everyone has on them." Mihajlovic emphasized his tone.

"Ah..." Alan Wilson lit a cigarette, then handed the remaining cigarette to Mihajlovic, indicating to continue.

"Africa is so far away. We know nothing about the place. Without weapons, it is difficult to ensure our own safety." Mihajlovic requested, "Agree to this condition, and we will leave Europe without asking for anything at all."

"That's it." Alan Wilson put a huge stone in his heart. The world war had just ended, and weapons from all countries were seriously unsalable, and their value was equivalent to scrap metal. He tapped his fingers on the table a few times and replied in a casual tone, "

The other continent is indeed full of unknown challenges, and I don't want to put you in danger. I will handle this matter. I will return to the British-occupied area after a while so that I can take care of you."

Alan Wilson is not doing it for money. The oil and water on these refugees has been plundered twice by the British-occupied Austria and the American-occupied Germany. Even if it is donated to himself now, all the refugees combined will probably not even have a hundred kilograms of gold.

nothing.

But who made Alan Wilson, a kind-hearted person by nature, not yet polluted by this filthy world, and with kind thoughts in mind who could not bear to see ordinary people suffering, so he reluctantly agreed.

He was definitely not doing it for himself, but had already received a telegram that a large number of civil servants from the mainland were about to take over the work in the British-occupied areas. Imperial servants traveled thousands of miles to serve in a country that was once an enemy.

These colleagues who are about to work with me will always need a little extra income. I believe this is not excessive.

Collecting money is always less enjoyable than working alone, and that's how it is with building connections.

The matter of the migration of Yugoslav refugees to Rhodesia has been decided. I don’t know what conditions the London government exchanged with the United States on this matter. Alan Wilson, the little commissioner, is always worried about the future of the empire. The British Empire is indeed also

It's disturbing.

After Mikhailovich left, Mia, who came over to cook, greeted Alan Wilson gratefully, "If it weren't for you, I, a middle-aged woman with no ability, would not be able to live in this city.

, maybe I have already become a begging refugee, thank you so much."

At this time, cigarettes are the hard currency in Berlin. From time to time, Alan Wilson will take out a pack of cigarettes and give them to Mia. As a salary, Mia can go out and exchange for daily necessities, allowing her to live very comfortably in this short period of time.

Ordinary Berlin citizens are much more relaxed, and now it seems that capitalism also has something to learn from.

"It's nothing. Thank you for your work during this period. Cigarettes will not become currency in circulation for a long time." Alan Wilson waved his hand and said, "You don't have to thank anything. In fact, there is nothing to thank you for. It can't be anything small.

It takes a little effort.”

The value of a pack of cigarettes in Germany at this time was approximately equivalent to one thousand US dollars. And this situation was expected to last for at least another year, turning a large number of American soldiers and even high-ranking officials into traitors.

This is of course bad news for Alan Wilson, who wants to establish his position as a British middleman. However, before arriving in Germany, he had already dismantled a cigarette factory in Chennai, India, through his connections in British India, and is currently at sea.

, I just don’t know when it will arrive. As for tobacco leaves, British India has been growing tobacco for nearly three hundred years.

The war in Europe has stopped and shipping has resumed. The first thing Alan Wilson has to do is to use the tobacco cultivation in British India to eliminate the current black market of cigarettes in Germany and stop the American tyrants from plundering the wealth of Europe.

During the prosperous period of the cigarette black market, the US military rebuilt an office building in Frankfurt, Germany, but only paid the cost of 150 cartons of cigarettes, which shows the huge profits.

This was the first pot of gold planned by Alan Wilson. Smoking was harmful to health anyway, and he was also thinking about the health of the residents of British India. This harmful thing should be left to the Europeans, who are all colonizers.

Mia didn't know these things. She just wanted to thank Alan Wilson for taking care of him during this time, and took the initiative to invite, "Mr. Alan, I prepared a dinner at home as a thank you, and I want to invite you to my hotel."

place, and my daughter would like to thank you for having dinner with our family.”

"This is all a piece of cake. I don't need your thanks at all." Alan Wilson said, changing the subject, looking at the watch on his wrist and said, "Let's do it tomorrow, it's getting late today, so I don't want to disturb you.
Chapter completed!