It’s not about being happy or unhappy! Alan Wilson just feels that this era has great potential, that’s all.
Although it was unfortunate that he caught up with the decline of the British Empire, the collapse of order would inevitably bring about opportunities that were rarely seen in the past. If he wanted to do business, he could easily live a good life, but he did not
I don't want to do this, I would rather be a humble social servant and serve this country.
And having said that, is there any capitalist named by his name who has not risen through political benefits? There is no one in the entire world who can crush all difficulties with his own efforts.
This is not in line with the objective laws of development. Even in a strict large filter, there are always some fish that slip through the net.
But who says you can't have both? Alan Wilson tugged on the hem of Pamela Mountbatten's clothes and was thoughtful for a moment.
"By the way, you once said that you were a student at the Oriental College and did not graduate because of the outbreak of the war. Hey, how old were you then?" Pamela Mountbatten suddenly remembered that Alan Wilson once said about his resume.
"That's not a big deal. Geniuses are also born among ordinary people." Alan Wilson went through his resume in one stroke, but the corners of his mouth turned up to show his complacency.
"You look just like my father." Pamela Mountbatten curled her lips and said with a look of disgust, "Can't you be like me and keep a normal attitude towards everyone?"
"Maybe I really can't appreciate the approachability of your father, who was born into a princely family, and your mother, who comes from the richest family in the UK. I can't understand how hard your father, who is the commander-in-chief of the Allied Forces in Southeast Asia, and your mother, who directs 60,000 medical staff to support the front line, are.
"Alan Wilson tilted his head and looked like he knew he was wrong, "But I am ready to return to London. At this time, I hope to get Pamela's help here."
Reaching out and patting Alan Wilson's shoulder, Pamela Mountbatten said as if she was wrapping her arms around me, "Leave it all to me."
Alan Wilson rolled his eyes at the other party, stretched out his fingers to pinch the girl's little hand, and placed it in front of him. He took his other hand out of his pocket and placed it on Pamela Mountbatten's hand. "The size is quite suitable."
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A sapphire ring suddenly appeared on Pamela Mountbatten's finger. The latter said embarrassedly, "What is this? Why do you always give me gems?"
"It's just a souvenir. This time I return to London and I have some things to carry. My father has some personal belongings to ship, which may be a trouble." Alan Wilson made the request with a frown.
"Is the quantity large?" Pamela Mountbatten asked softly, ignoring her pounding heart for the time being.
"It's really not small. The old man has the habit of collecting local ancient books. It's quite troublesome to transport them. It just so happens that I will transport them back with him this time. They are his lifetime collection. I have the obligation to keep these ancient books." Allen
Wilson seemed to think about it for a moment, and realized that it was actually less than twenty tons.
Because of the continuation of the war, sea routes were not safe. The proceeds from the Indian Golden Temple had always been placed in India. In fact, there was no good way. After all, it was wealth of unknown origin and could not be stored in banks. Moreover, the father and son had no interest in the banks of British India.
I don’t trust it very much, so I always keep it at my residence in New Delhi.
Alan Wilson took Pamela Mountbatten directly to his residence. Of course there were some books in there. Obviously Pamela Mountbatten was not very interested and expressed his willingness to help.
The daughter of the Commander-in-Chief of the Southeast Asian Theater is so domineering, Alan Wilson gave her a silent thumbs up in his heart.
To the assistant in Hyderabad, Alan Wilson's telegram did not say that he had been transferred, but only stated that he had been temporarily seconded to the mainland. This was what the famous appraiser Sir Barron meant, and it was true after all.
It may disappear for a while, but the Hyderabad Commissioner is temporarily vacant. Previously, the Hyderabad Commissioner was a high-status, well-benefits but not very important position.
"How can you go to a man's home alone?" Mountbatten looked at his daughter up and down, and said with helplessness on his face, "I can understand that you are friends, but it is slightly inappropriate for your age."
"Father, according to what you said, Allen is the Commissioner of Hyderabad. He is a restrained civil servant who respects me very much." Pamela Mountbatten wears a sapphire ring on her hand. I want to go to Mumbai to watch him go up.
Boat.
"Me?" Mountbatten was about to open his mouth, but his expression changed and he changed his mind and said, "I will send someone to take you there."
"Alan's father has a collection that needs to be shipped back to China. I hope it can be shipped back in my father's name. Because there are a lot of ancient books." Pamela Mountbatten further requested. After receiving the approval, she got up and went upstairs, "I want to
Write a letter to my sister and give it to him to take back to London. I will go to the countryside with him tomorrow, and that’s it for now.”
For now! Mountbatten thought for a moment, and it was only for now. After that, the other party would return to Europe and it would not be a worry.
"We are better than these Indian children, so we can give them charity like this." Alan Wilson held Pamela Mountbatten's hands and crossed them together, with blue light flashing on his fingertips, looking at the Indian children not far away.
Today the two of them came to the northern suburbs for an outing. The so-called northern Indian climate does not mean that winter does not exist. Winter is also very difficult. It is just that winter is short and summer is long. In the three months since I took office as Commissioner of Hyderabad, the temperature in New Delhi has
It has been heading in an unbearable direction step by step.
"My father and I have asked for leave. When you set off, we will take you to Bombay." Pamela Mountbatten came back to her senses, ignored the surrounding embellishments, and said softly, "What difficulties does your assistant in Hyderabad have?
Just contact me when the time comes.”
"My hands are sweaty." He took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat off Pamela Mountbatten's hands. Alan Wilson said softly, "I will send you a telegram when I get back to London."
"Send me a telegram." Pamela Mountbatten pretended to be serious and refused, "As if you don't have a job. This is my letter to my sister. You can send it to me. My mother has also been in London for half a year. She is taking me with her.
say hello."
"Don't worry." Alan Wilson patted his chest loudly and agreed.
When the day of departure came, Alan Wilson boarded the train to Bombay after all his efforts. Pamela Mountbatten, who was sitting next to him, asked curiously, "Why are the boxes so heavy? It makes those soldiers tired."
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"The box is made of iron. And the paper is very heavy when stacked together. It's like whether a knife is sharp or not, you actually have to judge it by cutting the paper." Alan Wilson compared it with nonsense things, comparing super
The extraordinary weight conceals the past.
When they arrived in Mumbai, the cargo ship was scheduled to depart the next day. Pamela Mountbatten looked at the busy port with interest, as if she wanted to walk tirelessly on the beach. Alan Wilson lost no time in speaking up and said, "Actually, Juna
The coastline of Garde is beautiful, I will take you to see it if you have the chance."