Chapter 1092: Treading Lightly

Alan Wilson thought that it was an extremely difficult thing to change the general trend of history in modern society, and in fact he brought about not much change, and this big move by France could be considered a landmark event.

Not only was Foreign Secretary Macmillan working for it, but US Secretary of State Dean Rusk implicitly criticized France, arguing that France’s move to forcefully maintain Algerian rule had discredited the free world.

Of course Allen Wilson disagreed with this, because Britain’s colonies weren’t clean of independence either, and every time the Americans took a stance on the colonies, they were suspected of pointing the finger.

“Change is change.” Allen Wilson is both, it’s like another issue, everyone knows money is good, everyone wants it, but there are just some people who have it and some who don’t.

He was in Paris in a relaxed frame of mind, watching McMillan’s endeavors from the sidelines, and took the opportunity to visit the schools of his two daughters, who were adorable and very popular. Popular because, naturally, they inherited Ingrid Bergman’s powerful genes.

After looking at the two daughters from afar for a while, Alan Wilson turned around and left, as Macmillan’s good offices had failed, and the two would return to London to discuss their next countermeasures.

“Why don’t we threaten De Gaulle with a nuclear bomb?” Seeing the foreign minister’s sad and obviously not very beautiful mood, Alan Wilson joked, he could understand Macmillan’s distress.

Above there is a serving as prime minister, but not interested in internal affairs, specializing in the formulation of foreign policy Aiden, which foreign minister heart is not very good, especially a lot of diplomatic work does not go well, the responsibility for him to carry, the credit Aiden to take, the mood can be good on the strange.

“Alan, this joke is not funny.” Macmillan is not in the mood to listen to jokes, if the world’s powerful countries are still only Britain and France, of course, Britain can force France to give in.

But Britain and France to determine the direction of the world has been the last era of things, France really do not listen to persuasion, Britain is really not much to do, really pissed off the French, to a defection to the Communist Party, the whole of Europe will become a vassal of the Soviet Union.

Either that or Macmillan would be worrying about nothing, couldn’t Britain just surrender? It was a dead giveaway.

Returning to London, Macmillan goes to 10 Downing Street, where the only thing Alan Wilson has been planning lately on the list is waiting for the first trainee workers to arrive in the UK, along with immediate imperatives like ……

“Welcome, President of the Mountbatten Group and Her Royal Highness, to loyal London!” At the exit of London International Airport, Alan Wilson bends down in a salute to the lady being flanked out.

Immediately afterward, he took a few steps forward to embrace his wife’s body into his arms and sighed, “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you, so I miss it.”

“Just know how to say nice things!” Pamela Mountbatten blankly glanced at her husband and lowered her voice, “Didn’t do anything bad, did you?”

“What kind of words are those, the most important thing in a marriage is fidelity.” Alan Wilson denied it.

“I did stay faithful, I just don’t know if you did!” Pamela Mountbatten muttered in a small voice.

“I have only one sun in my heart for Pamela.” Alan Wilson gambled that he would recognize no one but Pamela.

Seeing his wife like a migratory bird returning to the nest, Allen Wilson was extremely attentive, while not forgetting to self-congratulate, “The Iranian matter is not yet finished, I took the time to pick you up.”

“On my way back, I’ve talked to several protectorates with industries in the Middle East as well as the Kingdom of Iraq. In a few days the Kingdom of Iraq will announce that the Mountbatten Group will be giving up its share of the oil allocation.” Pamela Mountbatten followed her husband, recounting what she had done on this trip back.

“Sooner or later, no need to feel sad about it.” Alan Wilson counseled, “It was an unequal treaty. You and I both know in our hearts that it was going to be repealed sooner or later, especially with the attention of the United States and the Soviet Union.”

“The point is that if the Mountbatten Group does this in the slot of the Iranian crisis, will it have a negative impact on the six-party talks? That’s my main concern.” Pamela Mountbatten also wondered why her husband, kept urging him to give up his oil share, especially at this time.

“The issue now is no longer about money, but about national dignity. By this we have shown that the oil share is not beyond negotiation, the question is whether the British Empire is still respected.” Alan Wilson said unhurriedly, “This is also good, lightening the load, can give Pahlavi more pressure.”

Even if Alan Wilson didn’t do it, the US would do it right away, abolishing the share of the distribution of Aramco oil and putting it all under the control of Saudi Arabia, and if the US did do it, it would be like putting Britain inside.

So it might as well have let his wife do it first, and it could be argued that it was a personal act on the part of Mountbatten Oil.

Pamela Mountbatten did this, but did not ask other British oil companies to follow suit, and whether other oil companies will follow suit can be communicated slowly at that time.

Iran’s oil crisis to the present, is no longer a simple issue of oil distribution, the United Kingdom has been Iran’s oil exports from the international community squeezed out, with the existing can control a few countries to form a small OPEC, to protect the United Kingdom, as well as the stability of Europe’s oil resources.

Now biting Iran does not let go, is entirely to show the attitude of the United Kingdom, not who carry out a nationalization so that the United Kingdom to bear the loss, things in vain. Latin America so dry Britain can not whip, and there is the Monroe Doctrine of the United States have turned a blind eye, the United Kingdom is not willing to do the head out of the head, but in some hotspots, such as the Middle East, dare to do so will have to pay the price.

“You’re marvelous, you’re noble, you’re using my company to pay for the country.” Pamela Mountbatten did not look at her husband’s self-touching, although it was said before that refining could be used instead of crude oil, but who would be too much money?

“My dear, if Britain fails, who will defend your industry?” Alan Wilson smilingly asked rhetorically, “Look at your aggrieved look, people who don’t know think that you have become a proletarian. But it’s true, except for some iron ore, oil, food and hydroelectricity, and automobiles, you fit the definition of proletariat.”

Alan Wilson thought of preparing a little distinctive dining for his wife’s return home, and the venue was set for Hawksin. Of course, Her Royal Highness, the beloved Princess, could not be skipped, or her sister-in-law would be angry.

A banquet table was set up in the courtyard, piled high with an abundance of sweets and treats as well as gorgeous tableware.

The two ladies, smartly dressed, sat under a green leafy trellis of freshly cut tree branches, which were tastefully tied up with gold, silver and blue silk threads, from one end to the other. Colorful fruits, including gold. artificial fruits made of silver and wax, dangled, or rather peered like beautiful eyes among the green leaves of the sycamore and linden trees.

All this showed perfectly how sincere Alan Wilson was, while Princess Margaret made a little curtsey with a very proper deep respect, as if thanking her brother-in-law for his hospitality.

There was a dish, whether of venison, rabbit, lamb, or fowl, which, when stuffed into the stomach of an ox, was roasted so deliciously that it retained their original essence, and absorbed the essence of the liquid from which it had been roasted.

“It’s delicious, I wonder what it’s called?” Margaret was satisfied, and inquired of her brother-in-law with a full smile.

“Where is the name for this.” Alan Wilson couldn’t help but smile, it was quite like a blessed feast, but when he thought that the name was too inauspicious, Britain is a monarchy, the matter of naming should be forgotten.

A long goodbye is better than a new marriage, and her husband is in two places, Pamela Mountbatten, at this time in desperate need of her husband’s comfort. The woman’s temperament is inclined to gentleness. The path to the heart is open. Words are not enough, actions are more expressive.

Any little action at this time makes the woman’s senses soothed and become docile and submissive.

As an Orientalist, it is normal to drink goji berries, and likewise it is normal to be fine with a few hexamethylene pills, all from a love of traditional Oriental culture, including but not limited to three wives and four concubines.

Regarding the announcement of the Kingdom of Iraq, and the Mountbatten Group signed a new oil agreement, recovered in the Mountbatten Oil Company all the oil share of this matter, marking the Kingdom of Iraq’s autonomy to reach a new stage.

Both the King and the Regent expressed their joy at this victory. Considering it as a stage victory, especially compared to Iran, which was well squeezed out of the international oil supply system. Similarly Kuwait, Qatar, Bahrain and other protectorates likewise made similar announcements.

While achieving a stage victory, these countries have also stated that they still want to maintain their traditionally close relationship with the UK. It is considered to also go through as an important force for security in the Middle East.

“Permanent Undersecretary, these are the military sales contracts forwarded here from the Ministry of Defense.” Wick brought over a dozen documents, all of which were for weapons that the Ministry of Defense hoped to put on the counter, across the land, sea, and air forces. Of course it was the naval weapons that Mountbatten most hoped the sale would be successful.

But maybe it wouldn’t go so well; for most of the world, army weapons were the most pressing. Armored tanks, helicopter gunships, and then the air force’s fighters.

Advanced weapons can be given, but they can’t be allowed to form a system, which ensures that the initiative is still in Britain’s hands. Giving back to these countries their share was in itself an exchange for arms sales contracts, which was what was thought before.

“Foreign Office!” Wick picked up the phone, “Good, I’ll pass it on to Sir.”

“What is it?” Alan Wilson was flipping through the contents of the arms sales contract when he saw Wick go and return.

“A ship arrived at the harbor, it’s a trainee worker from Malaya.” Wick reported in a fast-talking voice, “How to respond.”

“I’ll make a trip.” Alan Wilson stood up straight away, “Put away the documents from the Ministry of Defense for now, I’ll read them when I return.”