Don't blame Alan Wilson for being honest, as a single-minded person, he just can't resist beautiful women. If the range is wider, average and above can cause an instinctive reaction, it all depends on the amount of clothing.
Isabella Pokina has skin as white as jade and eyes as blue as the sea. Even her very simple clothes and dark green coat cannot hide her devilish figure. After all, that kind of impactful inner beauty, Ellen
Wilson experienced it firsthand.
Isabella Pokina, who now has short hair, has a pretty face with a hint of coldness, and embodies a completely different temperament, which makes people want to go in and find out more.
Gradually, the waves on Isabella Bokina's chest began to rise and fall, and the man's eyes were undisguised, as if they were about to melt the person in half. Even she couldn't always pretend not to see it, looking at Alan Wilson.
He rolled his eyes and looked at each other, finally arousing the spirit of the imperial civil servant in Alan Wilson's heart.
"Hard-working and strong German women will definitely occupy an important position in the economic construction of post-war Germany."
Harold Wilson's stinky and long speech finally reached the ears of Alan Wilson. After the speech was completed, the surrounding Germans cheered and applauded.
"Liaison officer, it's a telegram from the Indian who often communicates with you." Alan Wilson's horseman Mark found a moment and took out the telegram.
Alan Wilson took it apart and took a look, sighing in his heart: If it doesn't come, it won't come. What if it's coming? It's all here. The disassembled machine from the Chennai Tobacco Factory in British India has arrived, not in Germany, but in the UK.
After the local cargo is unloaded at the port, it will drive to Germany.
In this way, the time is not particularly tight. The money printing machine is already approaching its loyal German subjects step by step.
Once arriving in Germany, the tobacco transported by freighters can swell Alan Wilson's pockets. It can also stop the increasingly lawless smuggling in the US-occupied areas.
But there is another problem, that is, once the cigarette factory is put into operation, it is absolutely impossible for Alan Wilson to take such a large part of the profits. To be honest, the profits here are enough for his liaison officer to be assassinated a hundred times.
Marx has a saying, "As soon as there is an appropriate profit, capital becomes bold. If there is a profit of 10%, it is guaranteed to be used everywhere; if there is a profit of 20%, it will become active; if there is a profit of 100%, it will be used everywhere."
If it is given 50% of the profit, it will take desperate risks; if it is given 100% of the profit, it will dare to trample all human laws; if it is given 300% of the profit, it will dare to commit any crime and even risk hanging."
Once the tobacco production line is put into operation, the profit will be more than 300% in Germany today? What's more, it will also delay the smuggling trend across the Atlantic Ocean?
If Alan Wilson could only see the profits brought by the money printing press but not the risks involved, he would say goodbye to this world without knowing it in a few days. Anyway, it would be either a car accident or choking on the water.
die.
At night, Alan Wilson, who sneaked into the Hellman family's house, finally succeeded in succeeding in Isabella Bokina, whose temperament had changed drastically. He lit up a cigarette with a melancholy look and started puffing away.
Bokina, who was covered in sweat, was a little confused and asked lazily, "You seem to have something wrong?"
"That's right!" Alan Wilson told the whole story about the tobacco factory machinery, and pointed out the current shortage of tobacco in Germany and the huge profits it might bring.
Isabella Bokina was shocked. The family had changed greatly since Alan Wilson left last time. It could be said that she, a woman with a simple life, finally saw how the rich lived.
But this is far less than what Alan Wilson is saying now. If what he said is true, the profits brought will of course be an astronomical figure. But for ordinary Germans, of course, the intensity of exploitation has increased.
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Even though Isabella Pokina had received professional training, she was too shocked to speak. It took her a long time to say, "This should be a good thing. Allen, why are you so frowning?"
"You haven't heard a word from you, that's what Marx, your German, said..." Alan Wilson repeated his famous quote about daring to trample all laws.
I’ve heard of it before, it’s simply a required course in school! Isabella Bokina cursed in her heart, but she also understood Alan Wilson’s worries and asked with a hint of gloom, “What do you want to do?”
"Of course we have to share the profits, and I am ready to let all members of the trade committee share the profits. But there is another difficulty, that is, we are all British, and the cigarette factory production line must be established in Germany," said Alan Wilson.
When trouble arose, "It's actually not a big deal since we are all British. The key is that we are all British civil servants and are still managers of the British-occupied areas. This is very troublesome."
"We cannot have a direct relationship with this tobacco factory. Otherwise, even if the domestic investigation is just a matter of coping, it will be detrimental to future progress. Therefore, it is best for this tobacco factory to be run by a German, and the tobacco factory belongs to our Trade Commission.
That will be enough if the copy is delivered to you on time."
Isabella Pokina couldn't help nodding at first, but then she suddenly came back to her senses. Wasn't she talking about herself? She said in surprise, "You mean I will run this factory? But I don't have this experience."
ah."
"You seem to have no experience in being the director of the Women's Work and Labor Bureau. Isn't this a good job?" Alan Wilson pulled Pokina's warm body into his arms and said with satisfaction, "You just need to become
As long as you are the owner of this tobacco factory, go check out the production procedures if you have nothing to do. As long as it leaves the factory, you don’t have to worry about all transportation, sales, etc. The Trade Commission will take care of everything. Of course, you have to consider it.
to the share of some British commanders..."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Alan Wilson was still thinking about his plan to make a fortune, and Isabella Bokina was also unable to calm down. On the one hand, it was because of the huge
On the one hand, they are deeply shocked by the greed and shamelessness of imperialism.
At the same time, she was also grateful for her luck in being able to witness with her own eyes the huge network of interests in the British-occupied area and become an integral part of it.
Just when he was thinking this, Alan Wilson had already recovered and climbed up clumsily to try for another round.
"Alan?" Isabella Bokina stretched out her hand to hold Alan Wilson's face and spoke in a charming voice.
"What's wrong?" Alan Wilson couldn't figure it out, and there was a slight pause in his movements before he nodded.
Isabella Pokina, whose breathing was scattered, took two deep breaths and said intermittently, "How do you think Anna is doing? I still have to work now. In fact, I am a little afraid of getting pregnant. Anna can do it when it is inconvenient."
As soon as she finished speaking, Isabella Pokina understood that she had spoken to the other person's heart.
We can't blame Ellen Wilson for being hopeless, but if it were any man who was asked this question, who would refuse? If he really refused, Ellen Wilson could only say "admiration". Anyway, she, an ordinary person, couldn't refuse. Quickly
Knocked down by sugar-coated bullets.
Before dawn, Alan Wilson sneaked out of the house again. He didn't even have the self-discipline to go to work. But there was nothing he could do. If Harold Wilson woke up and looked for him, he would still have to explain what he was doing.
It's also a problem.
Harold Wilson did get up early, but he couldn't resist Alan Wilson and came back earlier, which perfectly deceived the future Prime Minister of the British Empire. It was just a little strange that Alan Wilson seemed to be in poor spirits. "Alan, have you been reckless recently?"
I’m tired from inspecting all over our district. I’m a few years older than you, but I’m not as tired as you.”
"Dear Mr. Congressman, I am not a politician." Alan Wilson saw that the other party had already made an excuse for himself, and directly took the donkey path down the slope, "Actually, it is hard for me to imagine that you, with your scholarly temperament, can actually
With such abundant physical strength, he traveled around the Ruhr area to inspect the situation in major cities."
This sentence is half a change of topic, half a compliment. Alan Wilson can't say that he worked too hard last night and went to express condolences to the director of Bonn's Women's Work and Labor Bureau? He didn't even dare to sleep, and he had to come back before you woke up.
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"Although I am a scholar, I am still very healthy." Harold Wilson laughed with satisfaction when he heard this. There were no outsiders here. He naturally put away the pipe he had been carrying and took out a cigar.
, sucked it up as intoxicated as Churchill, "I regard Bonn as a typical report on the recovery and reconstruction of the British-occupied areas. This will prove the contribution of the British-occupied Trade Committee to the recovery of the British-occupied areas."
"Ah?" He yawned heavily. Alan Wilson rubbed his face and agreed, "No problem. The citizens in the country don't know that the damage in Bonn is not serious. I prepared a few pictures of the ruins of other cities.
Photos, and then use the municipal photos of Bonn that have been cleaned up now as a comparison, it should be fine."
"Very well, what the German people need now is confidence. In fact, the truth or falsehood of some things is not particularly important. We are not deliberately deceiving the Germans." Harold Wilson commented appreciatively, "It is a kind of... well
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"A white lie!" Alan Wilson added knowingly, "Our intention is to do good things and make Germans more confident about the future."
"That's right, a white lie." Harold Wilson praised with satisfaction, "I must say that Alan provided tremendous help when I came to inspect the British-occupied area. I very much hope that we will have more in the future.