The whistle was blown, and the huge ship slowly docked. After more than seven months, Alan Wilson finally set foot on the land of British India. At this moment, he had mixed feelings. After all, this was the place where his dream began and where his life began.
An important stop among them.
But the cruel fact did not allow for much thought. Passengers on the ship had already begun to disembark, "Alan, your big suitcases must be difficult to get. Let's help you get them."
"Thank you!" Alan Wilson was grateful for his colleagues' help, "Just take the boat, and of course someone will take the initiative to help."
As expected, as Alan Wilson expected, a group of Indians came up to help as soon as everyone got off the boat. They were busy with eager attitudes and eager eyes. Although all they could do was help carry their luggage, the Governor's Mansion in New Delhi had already sent people.
Came to pick her up.
But Alan Wilson couldn't help but express his kindness. He took out two rupees that had not been used for more than half a year to express his goodwill. Seeing several Indians thanking him carefully in English, the gentleman was very happy. This was the purpose of his coming here.
"These Shudras!" Alan Wilson muttered with a compassionate expression, walking briskly towards the convoy greeted by New Delhi.
Donald Maclay was shocked by Alan Wilson's amazing adaptability. He felt like a different person almost from the moment he set foot on the soil of British India. As for the changes there, he couldn't tell.
"Ellen!" With this call, surprises followed one after another. Pamela Mountbatten got out of the car and shouted in a surprised tone. This call was full of affection.
Alan Wilson's expression changed and he couldn't help but take two steps faster. Pamela Mountbatten became more proactive and ran all the way into Alan Wilson's arms. The two were full of excitement of seeing each other again after a long separation.
"What do you have in your pocket? It's hitting me." Pamela Mountbatten, who had her arms around Alan Wilson's neck, asked after her excitement cooled down, "I heard that you are coming back and begging Uncle Barron."
We came here together, but it’s a pity that we’ve been waiting for two days.”
"Two days is not an error for a sea voyage." Alan Wilson got out of the hug without leaving a trace, and kept talking, "You know, I don't want to come back all the time, although Europe
It is far more prosperous than this colony, but there is nothing I want there, and the most precious things were left behind in British India. Fortunately, I finally came back before Christmas."
Pamela Mountbatten strained her face, but her face turned red involuntarily. She had kept all the telegrams sent by Alan Wilson. After learning that this man was sure to come back, she couldn't help it even during class.
laugh.
The day came, and Pamela Mountbatten couldn't bear it anymore and came from New Delhi just to see Alan Wilson for the first time.
"It seems that this is the owner of the nylon stockings. Guy, he is simply a beast. How old is this girl?" Donald McLean couldn't help but shake his head when he saw this scene.
"This seems to be General Mountbatten's daughter. I personally suggest you reorganize the language." Guy Burgess shrugged helplessly, but don't blame yourself for not reminding him.
"It is indeed admirable for young girls to bravely pursue love." Donald McLean said solemnly, "There seems to be a saying, only love cannot be let down? Right?"
If you say it's right, it's right. If you say it's wrong, it's wrong! Burgess looked at his friend and didn't express much.
"Same people but different lives!" Alan Wilson complained to Pamela Mountbatten on the train to New Delhi. "Look, among the diplomats who came, there was the British Commissioner for Burma and the British Commissioner for Ceylon.
Who am I? Just an assistant to the British Indian Commissioner. Look, Burgess and Maclean are not much older than me. They are the commissioners, and I am the assistant commissioner."
"Aren't you already the deputy secretary-general? At least your level is high enough. You cannot replace Sir Barron's qualifications." Pamela Mountbatten leaned on the man's shoulder and comforted her with a comfortable look on her face.
"Both of these two people have good backgrounds and are considered outstanding among their peers. You are already on the same level as them and will only surpass them in the future."
"A drunkard who talks too much is still a talker..." After suppressing his homosexuality, Alan Wilson was still lamenting the unfairness of the world, and the breath of Versailles surrounded his body.
Burgess was born in 1910 and is now 35 years old. He has served as a BBC radio presenter, an MI6 agent, and secretary to the British Foreign Minister.
His father was a British naval officer and his mother came from a very wealthy family; he was admitted to Cambridge University as a history major. At Cambridge University, Burgess became famous for his intelligence and was very keen on social work.
Donald Maclean was born in 1915 and is now 30 years old. He has served as a diplomat in many countries. Maclean's father was a Scotsman born in England. He was a liberal politician who once served on the Education Committee.
President.
When he was twenty years old, Donald MacLean had already worked in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Compared with his peers, he was a child in the eyes of others. He seemed to be incomparable with his two seniors who were more than ten years older.
But Alan Wilson believes that he should compare himself with successful people, otherwise he will just play chess with bad chess players and become more and more bad.
The two of them are now the Commissioner of British Burma and the other is the Commissioner of British Ceylon, which is very enviable. Alan Wilson can only hope that after the incident in India, there will be a place where he can be the Commissioner.
In this era of extremely slow train speeds, Alan Wilson talked about his work experience when he returned to Europe, focusing on his work at the Potsdam Conference, and chatting and laughing with the post-war Big Three.
And the fact that Whitehall is now particularly optimistic about its own development, concealing trivial matters including but not limited to the Dragoon, the Iron Lady, and the Culture Czar.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Pamela Mountbatten's life is much simpler. She lives between two o'clock and one line. If she has nothing to do, she will go to the Governor's Mansion to ask if there is a telegram for herself. When it comes to this, she says
, "I thought I was going back to Europe to find you, but I didn't expect you to come back first."
"Maybe I won't leave in a short time." Alan Wilson solemnly said, "The affairs of British India are very complicated. There are many opinions in the country, but there is no feasible solution. So I may do it here.
I’ve been working for a while, but of course I mainly want to come over and see you.”
"Did you put honey on your mouth?" Pamela Mountbatten laughed and cursed angrily, and whispered, "Keep the gems you gave me. They are your things. I only keep them temporarily."
"How about making a pair of gemstone sandals, but it may not be enough. It doesn't matter, there is still time to collect slowly." Alan Wilson promised in a tone of cutting leeks on the ground, with a heroic attitude of a vast world and great potential.
It was difficult to find any difference between New Delhi and when he left a few months ago. Alan Wilson once again set foot on the land of the Governor-General of India. As soon as he arrived in New Delhi, he sent a telegram to his subordinates in Hyderabad, telling
The fact that they themselves returned to British India.
Then he came to the Governor's House of India and met with Sir Barron, the leader of the British Indian Civil Service. He took out his bank deposit certificate at the Royal Bank of Scotland and said, "With the addition of British India, the recovery speed of the British-occupied areas is
The fastest among the four countries' occupied areas, this is all due to Sir Barron's efforts."
As for the British-occupied areas leading the trend, causing the occupied areas of various countries, especially the Soviet-occupied areas, to follow suit and start plundering through the cigarette trade instead of directly emptying all the property in the Soviet-occupied areas. This is just a minor sequelae and not worth reporting.
"Sir Edward very much approves of your work attitude." Sir Barron enthusiastically expressed his joy at Alan Wilson's return, took the deposit certificate and said calmly, "Post-war recovery is the most important thing in the country now, both wings
In Qifei's plan, the status of British India is extremely important. For the recovery of the homeland, we humble social servants are just a little tired, so what does it matter."
"There are also eighteen provincial chief executives and fourteen princely state commissioners!" Alan Wilson said in a slow organizational voice. "Colleagues from the British-occupied Trade Commission said that of course we cannot let British India bleed again.
Cry."
"Oh! Thank you to my colleagues in the British-occupied area." Sir Barron sat down and lay on the backrest, saying casually, "Speaking of which, now that the end of the year is approaching, it is time to hold a year-end meeting to inform these people from various places to come
A visit to the Governor's Palace should be considered as a Christmas gesture by the Governor's Palace to show some appreciation for their hard work all year long."
"I believe this Christmas wish will make everyone very happy." Alan Wilson immediately agreed.
"Okay, you are my assistant now. In my many years of work, it is rare for you to be able to contribute to the British Empire so quickly. Of course, I am happy to see it.
It works!" Sir Barron said slowly, "Of course a good person should walk faster. Let's go see Pamela first. I want to talk to the commissioners of Ceylon and Burma."
Alan Wilson walked backwards out of Sir Barron's office, just a gift as light as a piece of paper was delivered. Nothing else needed to be said!
The war had just ended a year ago, and the situation in British India was generally calm. Historically, the chaos after British India was, in a sense, the result of rumors of independence for British India coming out of London, which drove various factions in India completely into madness.
In contention.
In fact, sporadic mutinies do not mean that the current British India is in chaos. Neither the Congress Party nor the Muslim League has come to an end, so what kind of chaos is it? Several garrison mutinies were immediately put down, then it is called chaos? Alan Wilson believes