There is always something going on, and the big country across the sea does not fit Alan Wilson's definition of a third world punch.
Moreover, this is an American job. Due to the special relationship between Britain and the United States, Alan Wilson cannot steal the show.
Therefore, Indonesia is more suitable as the target for his punches. At least there are friends from the imperialist family around who can help. If nothing happens, punching Jakarta twice is a necessary method.
The signatures of co-signers were sent to Kuala Lumpur from all over the country like snowflakes. Alan Wilson didn't care whether these signatures were true or false. He only needed an excuse. If there were really not enough people, he could understand the Chinese people's painstaking efforts to help.
Forgery.
But now it seems that there is no need. With the real threat of deportation, signing three million people seems to be a piece of cake.
"After this matter is completed, I believe that Malaya's development will enter the fast lane." Alan Wilson looked at Vivien Leigh who was trying to exercise and supervised while supervising.
"Is this useful? Haven't you always looked down on the Indian methods?" As a beginner, Vivien Leigh obviously still had doubts about yoga, and some of the postures were quite shameful. She even had reasonable doubts in her heart that she
The man is deceiving himself.
"After all, India's civilization for such a long time cannot be all faults. There are always some merits." Alan Wilson picked up the newspaper, glanced at the report about the fourth battle, and said with double concentration.
.
"What about?" Vivien Leigh asked breathlessly.
"Like your current yoga!" Alan Wilson replied absentmindedly, "And, uh? Let me think about it."
Vivien Leigh had an expression on her face that I knew. This man couldn't even think that he was lying to her.
"If you stick to it first, it will really help your body's function. Just trust me. You will find the benefits after a while." Alan Wilson put down the newspaper and began to concentrate on supervision work.
After all, British Malaya was in the tropics. It didn't take long for Vivien Leigh's body to be covered with a layer of sweat. The national treasure who practiced yoga felt it was too much and gasped for breath and asked to stop.
"Okay!" Alan Wilson stood up and picked up Vivien Leigh, waiting for the national treasure to rest and come over to set her bones.
He even felt the benefits of practicing yoga earlier than the person involved. In the past few days, he felt that Vivien Leigh's body was much lighter and softer.
After the last dance, Alan Wilson deeply realized how idle the younger generation of colonists were. Sooner or later, these prodigals will regret it, and they will definitely regret not making money at the best time.
As the commissioner of British Malaya, he was deeply worried about the poor quality of the new generation of imperialist successors.
"Why can't they be like me and use their work to reflect their own value every day?" Alan Wilson said righteously to Vivien Leigh, "I even work until two o'clock in the afternoon every day."
"My dear, you have worked so hard." Vivien Leigh, who was wearing a men's shirt, her petite body had a different kind of temptation, took the initiative to come over and said, "I'll go check on my son first, and I'll make breakfast later."
As soon as dawn broke, Vivien Leigh jumped out of bed, hurriedly brushed her teeth and combed her hair with her hands, and then tucked herself into clothes. When she walked to the door, she grabbed her shoes and socks and ran downstairs barefoot.
Ellen Wilson was about to go out, and she hoped to see him before he left. For no particular reason, she just seized any time she could get alone with him. In those precious seconds, his attention and
The smile is just for her.
It ended with a long, deep kiss, and she watched the Commissioner of British Malaya go to work. She knew that this man wore a body armor to go to work every day, took it off when he got to the Administrative Office, and drove the Rolls-Royce Silver Ghost in the afternoon.
Bulletproof sedans are back.
For this reason, Alan Wilson also said that if possible, he hopes Vivien Leigh will also buy one, so be careful and you won't make a big mistake.
"I'm going back to London soon. There are enough people to sign the guarantee. I will return to London with 3.2 million signatures and fingerprints to try to get an amnesty order." After returning today, Alan Wilson revealed
for the next trip.
"This is not a problem for you." Vivien Leigh was a little curious, "After all, he is a civil servant who is favored by the White House."
"It has nothing to do with Whitehall, it's mainly His Majesty the King. This may require the help of General Mountbatten." Alan Wilson shrugged. "In Britain now, if anyone can talk to the King, and the King is willing to help, it may only be
He got it."
In fact, this trump card called King has already been used once after Mountbatten became Sea Lord.
Not long after McGregor took office as First Sea Lord, he reprimanded Mountbatten in the mood. For a while, when the Admiralty held meetings, Mountbatten sat silently in the back and could only discuss his duties.
Only speak when you are working.
However, Great Britain's patience was limited. Once, he asked the Admiralty to approve a proposal to change the uniforms of officers and soldiers. McGregor delayed it for various reasons. Mountbatten went directly to King George VI and asked him to change McGregor's uniforms.
put pressure on.
As a result, his proposal was approved, and the Royal Navy officers and soldiers put on new and more beautiful uniforms. This incident left such a deep impression on all the officials of the Admiralty: Mountbatten had a trump card, although he did not move it easily.
move, but he can do so at any time when needed.
Of course Alan Wilson was very envious. Mountbatten was obviously taller than MacArthur in the United States. This may be the difference between being born with a golden key and the originator of Internet celebrities.
If Mountbatten had been at the peak of the British Empire, he would have easily overshadowed MacArthur.
The fact that Alan Wilson will return to London with 3.2 million signatures to plead for the people has become the focus of newspapers in the UK and British Malaya.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! In fact, this is a good opportunity to grab the headlines around the world, but imagination is not reality.
Both China and the United States are doing their best to prove their capabilities in the fourth battle when they are going head-to-head.
The blockbuster news that MacArthur was fired by US President Truman turned Alan Wilson directly into Alan Weir.
"I'm really pissed off!" Ai Banbi, who considers himself a civil servant, was furious when he heard the news. He cursed at the Five-Star Emperor to vent his dissatisfaction.
All the subordinates in the Administrative Office looked at each other, and Penang Commissioner Alfred, who came to report on the work, saw it, "Commissioner, General MacArthur has been dismissed, you don't have to do this."
"I wouldn't scold him if he were still the commander-in-chief, but he is not now." Alan Wilson snorted and smiled, "He is just a fool with no real power. If I were to become the commander, I would not be worse than him."
However, there is one thing that MacArthur is worth learning from. The mastery of this Internet celebrity in confusing right and wrong is definitely worth learning. This is exactly what he is preparing to do now.
In a sense, what Alan Wilson is doing now is almost like MacArthur abandoning his men and running away in the Philippines, and then stage the return of the king. This is the truth of the entire attack on the prisoner of war camp. Although other people do not need to know this truth.
After calling out for Pamela Mountbatten’s love, Alan Wilson’s passenger plane had landed in Kuala Lumpur, and the Comet passenger plane was filled to the brim with 3.2 million signed petitions for sponsorship.
At the same time, it carried the only passenger back to China, which surprised the crew members who came over. After all, they had never seen a similar scene, let alone experienced it personally.
Alan Wilson, who did not grab headlines around the world, still enjoyed the treatment he deserved in London. Reporters from major newspapers questioned him about the petition signed off the plane.
"This is a huge trust." Alan Wilson replied righteously to the reporters, "Maybe we can reach a consensus with the imperial subjects of British Malaya on this and jointly maintain local stability."
At this time, Alan Wilson was high-spirited and found the feeling of being a civil servant, and no longer had the frustration of being upstaged by Emperor Mai. He answered the question about being besieged in the Administrative Office for a month, and the local situation was on the verge of breaking out.
How did he negotiate with the petitioner, what conditions did he come up with, and what kind of guarantees did he get.
"You want me to go to His Majesty the King and issue an amnesty order?" General Mountbatten said with some embarrassment, "There is no precedent for this. Can't we let Prime Minister Attlee intervene on behalf of the London government?"
"Dear Sea Lord, I am thinking, how can we explain without leaving a trace the fact that the colonial people do not know who the Prime Minister is?" Alan Wilson was a little embarrassed, but he still had to say it.
Regarding British Malaya, we don’t know who Attlee is at all. The so-called influence of politicians is only limited to the local area. How can we expect the black uncle of British Togo to realize the Prime Minister’s good intentions?
This is the case in British Togo, and the situation in British Malaya is similar. This is the fact, and there is nothing to avoid.
"Now 10 million people in British Malaya all know that I returned to London to ask for an amnesty. If they are disappointed, the local area may not be stable. On the contrary, if I succeed, the local problems will be solved.
Most of it."
General Mountbatten nodded at first, then suddenly asked, "Are you threatening me?"
"Father, that's not what Alan meant. Let's just talk about the matter." Pamela Mountbatten said obediently and joined in the persuasion. "Who else in the entire British Empire can speak to the noble king like you?
"
"This is also a fact." When Mountbatten heard his daughter say this, he even straightened his back a little and said with an embarrassed look on his face, "Maybe other than me, no one else has this ability."
Alan Wilson and Pamela Mountbatten nodded with admiration, convinced of this well-founded conclusion.