Chapter 1039: Help me kill a minister

Boduan I, born in 1930, just turned 30 this year, the king of a constitutional monarchy has little real power.

Predictably, once the Belgian Congo becomes independent, His Majesty the King, who has little real power, will have even less say in politics.

Seeing such a young king, Alan Wilson can not help but sigh, the world is someone born in Rome, someone destined to just cattle and horses, although the modern society king can not be like the former as powerful, but in the rich and noble life or not the slightest problem.

Think he Allen Wilson is still a few years older, all the way to the line can be described as thorns and thistles, to today is also just a district of the executive undersecretary, which also has the Mountbatten family connections in the role, otherwise it is not so fast.

Sixty-six years ago, the Berlin Conference, European countries set the tone of the partition of Africa, to the world’s last detached from the European control of the land outside the launch of the attack, the Berlin Conference of the main fight, is around today’s Belgian Congo to start.

After more than three months of squabbling, King Leopold II of Belgium took advantage of the fact that Britain, France and Germany were at odds with each other to make the Congo a Belgian colony, an operation that can be considered a model of diplomacy.

In the blink of an eye, sixty-six years have passed, the world situation has changed dramatically, and Britain, France and Germany, which could make plans to divide the world at will back then, have given way to the U.S. and the Soviet Union, and the Belgian Congo, the centerpiece of the Berlin Conference, has now come to the point where it is time for it to become independent.

“The Americans must be very pleased with themselves?” Alan Wilson glanced at Smith with his afterglow, otherwise the Under Secretary of State would not have come all the way from Washington, and must have seen the independence of the Belgian Congo as a landmark event in the disintegration of the colonial system.

Lumumba, already the leader of the largest party in the Congo, also squeezed in surrounded by a group of representatives of the imperialist powers to express his welcome to the young Belgian king. The spectacle was so out of place.

Out of solidarity with the imperialist powers, Allen Wilson followed the movements of Spencer, the High Commissioner of French Central Africa, and ignored the presence of the Congolese national heroes while giving Smith a backhand.

“Two million square kilometers of Belgian Congo, saying it’s independent? You French and Belgians speak the same language, why don’t you support Belgian repression?” Allen Wilson out of nine hundred years of Anglo-French closeness, cynical about Spencer, you French? Branch out ……

Half of Africa is French territory, and what will be the most French-speaking city in the world in a few decades? Paris? Not at all, it’s Kinshasa, the capital of the Congo.

“The Belgians didn’t say anything, what are we going to say?” Spencer was full of helplessness, France’s own colonies were burnt out right now, how could they have time to put their hands up.

With a face that is all excuses thrown to Spencer, Allen Wilson directly left the airport, can not give Smith and his own opportunity to talk, he now and the United States has nothing to talk about, communication of this kind of thing, the ambassador to the United Kingdom and the foreign minister can casually talk about it, he came this time to witness the independence of the Belgian Congo.

The next few months he will be like a ghost, floating over Africa, as of the present, this year has been a succession of Cameroon, Senegal, French Togo, French Madagascar independence, are French colonies.

In order to avoid the impact of the independence of the French colonies and to protect the stability of the British colonies in Africa, he is expected to have little time to care about anything else this year, but to scurry around in British Africa to prevent the fire of a star from being able to start a prairie fire, and to protect the smooth coping of the British colonial system.

In one of the few luxury hotels in Kinshasa, Ingrid Bergman, like a good wife and mother, prepared a change of clothes for the senior British bureaucrat who was on all fours in bed, and the lady who had the same status as her wife was absolutely genuine.

At this point, the phone suddenly rang, afraid of Allen Wilson noisy female president rushed to pick up, the body draped in men’s shirts are because of this action floats up, the mysterious place is hidden, “you are?”

The opposite side of the microphone is not at all surprised, “Mrs. Ingrid? This is Grace, I’m looking for Sir Wilson.”

“You have the wrong number.” Ingrid Bergman covered the microphone and glanced at the man who was posing in a mindful cosmic sleeping position, his male features looking like a rocket launch site on countdown, and blushed at the sight.

“Ma’am, I know he is.” Grace’s tone was calm, “I’ll be there in a few minutes, and I’m sure I’ll meet a true English gentleman when I arrive.”

The microphone turned busy and Ingrid Bergman could only put the phone down and go over to nudge the man awake, “Alan, there’s someone here to see you.”

Alan Wilson, who was sitting up as if he were a clay figure, staring blankly flat ahead, nodded stupidly to indicate that he knew.

“Are you listening or not.” Ingrid Bergman nudged the man again, “Coming right over?”

“Honey.” Allen Wilson, whose eyes were finally starting to come back into focus, came back to his senses, aiming from Ingrid Bergman’s upper body all the way down, and uttered the first words of his awakening, “Don’t you feel the gusty wind? Put your clothes on before you talk.”

Grace an African groundhog, have a heart naturally know where he is, others will not think this way, but Grace is met another female president Hedy Lamarr, catch Sir Wilson a catch.

Alan Wilson is not too worried, he knows Grace’s purpose, North Rhodesia thinking of Lubumbashi that piece of land is not a year or two, in his place at least have heard five or six years.

The two were on very fair terms and Grace knew who some of the ladies were who were on equal footing with Sir Wilson and his wife. Alan Wilson also knew that Grace did transoceanic agricultural exports to the Americas, had killed the Gold Coast independence leader, comedian Chaplin, had ethnically cleansed the blacks of Northern Rhodesia, and so on.

Of course, it is still too early to conclude whether Grace is reliable or not because of the above events, and he still needs a name to throw in the towel.

But I haven’t thought of any unlucky person who would be suitable to be a candidate, the status can’t be too low, right? How also need to minister level, in fact, he already had a candidate for the unlucky man, just let the father-in-law very upset minister, has become the federal ministry minister.

Fully dressed after ten minutes, Grace punctually appeared in front of the door of the room politely knocked on the door, Ingrid Bergman went to open the door, Grace directly opened the mouth to praise, “Mrs. rested for a few years, or so beautiful, nowadays has been a promoter to promote the development of the world’s cinema.”

Then carrying a suitcase into the room, once inside the door without saying anything, took out the specialties of Northern Rhodesia. In the center was a large piece of emerald, emitting a green reflection.

Northern Rhodesia was very rich in mineral resources, with metal ores such as gold, silver, copper, cobalt, lead-zinc, iron, manganese, and nickel; non-metallic ores such as phosphorus, graphite, mica, barite, and marble; and gemstone ores such as emeralds, topazes, amethysts, aquamarine, malachite, and garnets. The reserves of copper, cobalt, iron, coal and gemstones are particularly rich.

Emeralds are the specialty of Northern Rhodesia, and an emerald as big as a fist, not to mention causing a stir when it reaches the outside world, can definitely make any woman go crazy for it.

But this does not include Ingrid Bergman, the Gold Coast is the place where diamonds are produced, exempted from mining not to say that the production exceeds South Africa, but also will definitely make diamonds become rare. Some time ago, Allen Wilson just put the diamonds that Ingram gave him, stuffed with Ingrid Bergman’s handbag.

The presidentess had the air of a proper lady who had seen the world and wasn’t overwhelmed by the green light.

“This mustn’t be a kilogram? The internal quality is excellent not a single crack.” Alan Wilson smiled and looked at it halfway, withdrew his gaze and pointed to the suitcase, “I’m not a woman, I don’t need these things.”

“I’m sure the beautiful lady will need it. For us, it’s about as good as a rock, but not for a female.” Grace went straight up the lady route, “Just some earthly goods, and I hope Sir Wilson will be able to do it without being rude.”

“I haven’t been polite with you either.” Alan Wilson snapped the suitcase shut with his words and pushed it to Ingrid Bergman’s side without the slightest delay, and said to Grace, “Isn’t it a little too hasty? That’s what you’re looking for?”

“I’ll go check on the location team, you guys take your time.” Ingrid Bergman strained to drag the suitcase away, the weight was not light, I don’t know how Grace carried it.

The room was left with just two people, the atmosphere was much more relaxed, Alan Wilson asked about the value of the native products, “Such a large emerald plus those gems, sell it to the United States to find a regular channel, there is no chance that there will be millions of dollars in revenue.”

“Compared to Lubumbashi, that’s pretty cheap.” Grace said with blissful disinterest, “We could follow the mining contracts in Northern Rhodesia and expand into the Lubumbashi area, and the Mountbatten Group would still get huge benefits. Recently the capital opened a Windsor Castle Hotel, and it’s taken care of quite well yet, enough to prove Northern Rhodesia’s loyalty to the crown.”

Alan Wilson tapped on the desktop, “If you can help me kill someone, you can basically determine the loyalty to Her Majesty, this person is annoying, just took office and tried to interfere with the operation of the Overseas Asset Management Board. Although it has something to do with him, this person’s background is not trustworthy. If you can help me get rid of him and do as I say, the Lubumbashi will surely come to hand, and you and I, the Slavs and the Mountbatten Group will have a bright future.”

“Who is it?” Grace held her head high, killing people was such a thing, one was killing a hundred, he didn’t care.

“Just moved from Secretary of State for Defense to Secretary of State for the Commonwealth Office, Baron Duncan Edwin Duncan I Sandys. His wife is Churchill’s daughter.” Alan Wilson stared into Grace’s eyes as he said, “There is some risk, but because of that, when it works out, you look at me and I look at you with unparalleled reliability.”

The Overseas Asset Management Committee managed huge overseas assets, the size of which amounted to four billion pounds. Even if Alan Wilson agreed, dozens of overseas high commissioners wouldn’t agree.

“I can’t send people to England to kill people, can I?” Grace thought for a moment and said, “It’s not like it’s an easy place to get out of.”

“British Somalia is ending its trusteeship, and this minister has decided to make the trip himself.” Alan Wilson lit a cigar, “Probably inspired by the grandiose blueprints of being the Secretary of Defense for Disarmament and is ready to change departments to make another go at it.”