Vivien Leigh couldn't help but feel a little angry. How long had it been since she had been rejected? Even Prime Minister Churchill, who led the British Empire to win the world war, was speechless when he saw her.
However, the assistant commissioner in front of him was not interested in him. He was actually more airs and airs than Churchill. He couldn't help but complained, "You are simply busier than the Prime Minister."
"But he does not have the rights of a prime minister." Alan Wilson said without raising his head, "Vivian, do you know what a prime minister does every day?"
"The newspapers have always said that Prime Minister Churchill worked hard every day to lead the British Empire to defeat the Germans." Vivien Leigh said as if you should not lie to me, "It seems that you have different ideas."
"There are ministers responsible for each department, and the people doing the work are civil servants. The Prime Minister does not have a specific work unit, will he be very tired? Even if he is tired, it is a personal reason, and he has to interfere with the work of hundreds of senior civil servants in Whitehall. Do you think the Prime Minister
Are you sorting documents every day and having meetings all the time?" Alan Wilson's mouth made an oh shape, and he shook his head and said, "As a democratic country, do you really believe that the leader of the British Empire is like Stalin?
Can I intervene in the business?"
"Um?" Vivien Leigh had a look of confusion on her beautiful face. She didn't know what the working conditions were like in Whitehall. He was a movie queen, not the Prime Minister's wife. "I saw this in the newspaper."
"Of course, without newspapers constantly pursuing politicians for their trivial contributions every day, they would have been almost forgotten." Alan Wilson held a pen and smiled at Vivien Leigh, "Look at Mr. Churchill now.
, firing shots at Prime Minister Attlee in the House of Commons every day, isn’t it because he is afraid that he will be forgotten?”
"This?" Vivien Leigh, who thought she had experienced many battles and had seen a lot, was involved in a field that she was not good at for the first time. She couldn't help but lose her temper and muttered in a low voice, "It seems that I am only a nominal member of the British-Indian Actors Association.
He’s in charge.”
"That's not true. Your association is a non-governmental association. It is not part of the government agency. We will not interfere in this. It is a cooperative relationship with us civil servants in British India. It has great autonomy and can also get us
With help." Alan Wilson changed to a comfortable position, leaned on the backrest and said, "We want to borrow your influence, and you can get what you want from it, but there are too many things going on in British India at the moment, and I
I can’t take care of it for now.”
"At dinner time, I will go to your apartment. That time belongs to me." Alan Wilson said to Vivien Leigh seriously, "If you have any requests then, you can just say it. Why not, go back and think about it now."
"
Faced with the international movie queen's proactive overtures, Alan Wilson showed his strength and acted like a man who puts national affairs first.
"Hey." Alan Wilson forced himself to calm down. He had to say that he really missed the happy days in Bonn.
A real man should naturally put state affairs first, but as a young man, he always wants to take care of both public and private affairs when he is full of energy.
Near evening, Alan Wilson brought some raw materials and knocked on Vivien Leigh's door, "This?"
"I haven't eaten yet." Alan Wilson said with a wry smile, and then said, "I'm giving you an advantage today, let you try my craftsmanship."
Making a fire to cook was a strange thing for Alan Wilson for most of his life. However, after arriving in British India to work, he was really not interested in Indian food, so he had to start to fend for himself.
Under the witness of the international movie queen, today's Assistant Commissioner of British India showed a side that no one knew. When it got dark, a decent meal was ready.
After taking out the red wine he had brought and lighting a few more candles, Ellen Wilson sat opposite Vivien Leigh and signaled that it was time to start.
"Alan, I didn't expect you to have such cooking skills. There are not many men who can cook." Vivien looked at him and talked about him. She didn't have the aura to go to the other party's office, and she became a little clinging to him.
"It's my honor to serve such a beautiful lady like you." Alan Wilson took the initiative to pour a glass of red wine for Vivien Leigh and reminded her, "Just feel free to do it, don't drink too much."
"Okay." Vivien Leigh took a sip of red wine. Under the candlelight, the charm of the international movie queen was clearly revealed.
"Regarding the British-Indian Film Association, it is not without resistance. You also know that the British Empire has been accustomed to using naval guns to speak. Now it has just started to use other ways to speak. It may still be a little uncomfortable. Use movies to subconsciously influence Indians
, is actually a novel idea." Alan Wilson opened his mouth and narrowed the distance between the two parties, analyzing the current environment with a "I'll tell you a story about it" attitude.
At the same time, he also expressed his willingness to help in this matter and do his best to make Vivien Leigh's dream come true.
Unknowingly, Alan Wilson's hand grabbed Vivien Leigh's bare hand and never let go, "Vivian, you are so beautiful."
"Mr. Allen, are you drunk too much?" Vivien Leigh tried to pull her hand back, but to no avail. She could only hope to respond with words, "My hand may be the place I am more dissatisfied with.
She is relatively tall among women."
Really? Alan Wilson lowered his head and kissed the back of Vivien Leigh's hand, showing his love for the international movie queen with practical actions. Both of them drank a little wine, but they definitely did not appear drunk.
"This takes time to settle." Alan Wilson, who had not yet withdrawn his palm, said with a satisfied look, "In this place of British India, everything is wrapped up in me, and I will definitely do my best to help you."
"That's what you said." Vivien Leigh stared at Alan Wilson with her beautiful eyes, fully displaying the charm of the international movie queen. She has always had an invincible charm, and naturally she will not miss it this time.
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"Where has the Assistant Commissioner gone?" Andy, who was looking for Alan Wilson, muttered at the door of Vivien Leigh's apartment, "Isn't he going to the palace in Hyderabad?"
Andy, who was about to return to his apartment, suddenly glanced at Vivien Leigh's apartment and sighed, "I wish I had such a wife, eh..."
"When I got married, only Katherine Hepburn and a few friends came. She and I had a very good relationship." Vivien Leigh, wearing a coat, told Alan Wilson about her relationship experience.
Alan Wilson listened with great interest. This was considered Hollywood insider information, but there was no other occasion where he could hear it.
This kind of thing must be looked at fairly and objectively. Although the Western world also pays attention to fidelity after marriage, if you are facing an actor, the standards can be relaxed appropriately.
"You mean Katharine Hepburn? Is she beautiful?" Alan Wilson asked with interest. He really had no impression of this actress in his mind.
"It's not a question of whether she's beautiful or not, she's a rare kind, full of energy, but I still beat her in the audition." Vivien Leigh said with pride, "I and many Hollywood people
I have a good relationship with the actors. In fact, if I had not come to British India, I would have planned to go to Hollywood to try my luck."
"We in the UK have no chance to compete with Hollywood." Alan Wilson shook his head. "And the colonies of several of our countries are so vast. At least for now, if we want to spread popularity, we can still do it faster than Americans."
The two of them got up in the middle of the night to finish the uneaten leftovers, not out of frugality, but out of great physical exertion.
But soon, Alan Wilson, who followed the policy of losing twice in one trap, said again, "I'll tell you another story."
"You have to explain it carefully. There are some parts that I don't quite understand yet." Vivien Leigh responded with the same understanding, "If you don't learn, there will be no progress."
"Of course, progress is the most important thing." Alan Wilson held Vivien Leigh's hand and left the living room in perfect harmony.
Vivien Leigh still didn't know much about the situation in British India, and it was normal for the Assistant Commissioner to express concern.
Alan Wilson was grateful for this condescension to come to British India, a dirty and messy place.
The current British India is in a sensitive period. It needs to use both hard and soft tactics. The hard side is naturally the British colonial government and the British troops stationed in India. The soft side is that the British Empire has also spent a lot of money and will have the British treasure.
Vivien Leigh, who had a high status, was sent to British India, which shows the importance she attached to this important colony.
How dare Alan Wilson be perfunctory about this kind of love? He could only do his best to provide help and make Vivien Leigh live a comfortable life in British India.
He was completely selfless in this regard and only had infinite loyalty to the British Empire. Vivien Leigh did not dislike the environment in British India. She had suffered a lot for her acting career.
Many friends from the entertainment industry, photographers, lighting engineers, and supporting actors would come to the house for a get-together. Every time, Vivien Leigh came out to receive the reception and never tired of it. It was very cold at home, but the studio was even colder. She was always with a group of girls.
The student squatted next to the electric fireplace to keep warm, but she was still so cold that she almost lost consciousness.
When the new film came out, The Times scolded it with a lengthy satire, summed up in one sentence: "Hopelessly stupid."
These are enough troubles for Vivien Leigh, but she also has other troubles. Photographers always complain that her neck is too long and difficult to light.
The director said that she always acted very powerfully, but what she showed was neurotic. Compared with the conditions when she first entered the entertainment industry, the conditions in British India were completely within the acceptable range.
What's more, she has become famous now and receives special care wherever she goes, far more preferential treatment than she received back then.