Chapter 1141: An Internal Solution

It was really close, actually, and Allen Wilson wanted to announce for the United States that Russia was going to invade on the sixteenth.

He was more enthusiastic about the outbreak of the Cuban Missile Crisis than even the current US President Kennedy, but he wanted to summarize the data and make some strategic adjustments first now, to prevent that he would be caught off guard when the time came.

So the civil servants of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, saw the top boss clip a book named North Traveler, like a ghost wandering in the headquarters building of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, India’s Nehru, Indonesia’s Sukarno, Cuba’s Castro, these worldwide famous politicians, one by one floated in his mind.

Alan Wilson is now going to try to shake up the rock-solid bipolar pattern of the Cold War. It didn’t matter if he couldn’t shake it up, he would find another opportunity to continue shaking it up next time.

“Executive Undersecretary? What’s that book you’re holding?” Dixon still couldn’t help but ask when he came over to report on the Foreign Minister’s work.

“It doesn’t matter what it is, part of professional image management well, shows that I’m a professional.”

Alan Wilson took the answer that depicted Zhen Wu Da Di, anyway, no one else could read it.

This kind of minutiae, Allen Wilson can not answer, answered entirely because the mood is good, opened his mouth to inquire, “Malaya and Xiangjiang statistics passed back yet?”

“Not yet, should I rush it?” Dixon mused, with a tone of invitation. Then he eyed his top boss nodding his head and was relieved for no reason.

“You pay more attention, I’m going to hand over the comprehensive report for Whitehall in the next few days, and I need to mix the data of overseas assets to annotate the inevitability of the diplomatic strategy.” Alan Wilson expressed his gratitude.

As a Whitehall official, in front of the politicians certainly can not lie, are to be supported by data, clear to do so the inevitability, otherwise always use rhetoric to build information cocoon, also can not solve all the problems.

To intervene now, for example, on the question of Goa’s belonging, to ensure that before the Cuban Missile Crisis, India would not invade Goa, it would require British diplomatic efforts.

The closer the time, the more careful you should be, not to let fall in the darkness before the dawn, otherwise everything will be in vain.

Alan Wilson hoped to be able to conduct an armed mediation within a few months to facilitate a talk between Portugal and India, it did not matter whether there was a result or not, a good start would be enough.

The Cuban Missile Crisis and the Border War were linked, and the friction between the two sides of the Himalayas had been going on for more than a year or two. For a certain big power, it always seized the opportunity that both the US and the Soviet Union were busy.

So as long as the Cuban Missile Crisis occurs, the war will definitely be fought. The possibility of a conflict in Goa was pressed first, and the rest was left to fate.

After two days, the economic data of Malaya and Hong Kong finally reached the foreign ministry, and Alan Wilson opened this comprehensive foreign policy report, which was really comprehensive enough, and it also had a role for Japan.

And involves the passage of India, Alan Wilson to the British India Commissioner Assistant, evaluated the forward policy, has a typical Indian-style confidence, may be after India’s independence, countries are still tolerant courtesy, gave Nehru a not too small illusion, or is the Indian military blinded, surprisingly formulated this kind of hot-headed policy.

But Allen Wilson is only in the former sovereign’s point of view, the pain in the ass, he also has no solution.

How to stop it? Tell the Indians to stop, there are cops out there?

“The typical Indian is characterized by the following, an obsessive self-confidence and a distrust of outsiders. Maybe nothing will happen, and if nothing happens, the Indians might even think it’s a British plot to try to contain a reputable power.”

Pretending to be prescient, Alan Wilson added that it was only a possibility, a guess, and that there was no guarantee that anything would actually happen. The passage on India is full of Schrödinger, and in case something happens, the Permanent Undersecretary of the Ministry of External Affairs is so far-sighted, so worthy of being the British Empire’s expert on the Orient, that if it doesn’t happen, no one will think of it.

Seventy Whitehall, Norman Brooke was focusing on a portion of the colony, “Malaya’s revenues are up another fifty million dollars over last year?”

“There are revenues from the sale of oil to Japan, as well as some further increases in the cost of stopping over in Singapore. It’s part of a comprehensive stranglehold on Japanese development. Singapore has a pivotal position in the Malacca route. With this geographical advantage, it should not be too much to ask that we target the Japanese fleet with a little transit charge.”

Alan Wilson gave a detailed explanation, “these revenues are naturally to be turned over to London, in order to prevent Malaya fall into the quagmire of resource traps, to maintain a certain sense of tension, Malaya’s financial benefits in the tense and not tense interval, so that we can facilitate the control at any time.”

A gander is a gander, a man is a gander, no, a chicken is a chicken, what’s wrong with charging a little toll when Japan is growing so rapidly right now?

The toll is only one of the items, the price of iron ore and income, and next year, Japan’s statistics come out, according to Japan’s economic growth rate continues to rise.

“But it’s just a hundred million people, I don’t believe I can’t suppress the so-called demographic dividend, if the Japanese are diligent enough to change the time to twenty-five hours a day, I’ll admit defeat.”

Alan Wilson has a hesitant look on his face, “If the mainland is not enough, add the colonies, one country is not enough, there are so many other countries in Europe, Japan don’t want to compete with Europe.”

“The determination to defend British interests is commendable.” Norman Brooke’s grudging compliment to Alan Wilson, looking at the fifty million dollars of additional income, the permanent undersecretary’s loyalty to the British Empire, absolutely heaven and earth can be seen, “Armed mediation in this matter, will Salazar agree?”

“He can disagree, but it shouldn’t be too much for us to ask Salazar to do a little talking. It’s not like Salazar is being forced to give Goa to the Indians. It’s not unusual for talks to fail.” Alan Wilson was enthusiastic, “The issue of African colonies, Britain and Portugal still have a wide range of space for cooperation, it is not too much to ask Portugal to do a favor.”

“Since it is an armed mediation, it must move some military power, of course I know it is no problem for you, there is Field Marshal Mountbatten.” Norman Brooke didn’t object, “How many troops would be appropriate?”

“Two Centaur Carrier Battle Groups from the Royal Pacific Fleet will be enough.” Alan Wilson had clearly made a plan, enough to suppress the Indian Navy’s Giant-class, and if that wasn’t enough, it wasn’t as if the Eagle-class carriers near the Persian Gulf couldn’t get over there.

It wasn’t as if Portugal didn’t have battleships and submarines, not a role to be taken. This was of course thanks to the fact that he had been a tireless salesman for many years, and had then raised the price of Britain’s old carriers to de-stock them.

Norman Brooke left the report and suddenly spoke before Alan Wilson left, “Alan, do a good job.”

Uh? Allen Wilson, unsure and confused, nodded and headed out the door and straight to the Ministry of Defense, he now had a grand blueprint to discuss with his father-in-law.

Inevitably, Mountbatten, knowing that his son-in-law had circled the globe again this time, asked about his daughter.

“How is Pamela doing?” Alan Wilson snorted, telling Marshal Mountbatten to relax.

What could be told to Marshal Mountbatten was that Pamela Mountbatten was thinking about the Lockheed Road full steam ahead. Australia is vast and sparsely populated, and getting a big chunk of land for a testing ground couldn’t be easier.

Of course there can’t tell, silver has been rising in the United States for more than a year, Pamela Mountbatten stored a large amount of silver, and now it is faced with two choices, one is to move with the market, with the rise in the price of silver out of the market, first to recover the cost, so that you can do at least not to lose.

And the long period of operation, you can let the time to dilute the risk, so doing so can be said to be safe.

The other option, which would require a great prophet, would be to speculate that silver rises to its highest point and sells off. Unless Alan Wilson remembers exactly when silver will reach its highest point, this approach is too risky.

And it could easily be discovered by vested interests in the U.S., which could cause a stranglehold of different capitals.

Pamela Mountbatten, wanting to make sure she didn’t lose money first, favored the first option for risk reasons.

Allen Wilson also expressed his approval after thinking about it, after all, he was not really a great prophet, and his knowledge of history could not be fine-tuned to a certain day.

Marshal Mountbatten nodded with satisfaction, “Her business is getting bigger and bigger.” The mere fact that she was going to make a push in the military industry was enough to make Mountbatten himself proud.

Regarding his son-in-law’s desire to push the negotiations between Portugal and India, Mountbatten also expressed his willingness to help, “That’s a credit that I’m sure Rab Butler will like as much.”

“We humble social commodities always have to construct a platform to realize the minister’s grandiose plans.” Alan Wilson replied in a double entendre, “Not only does this require diplomatic efforts, but the military as a backstop is also inevitable.”

Whether it would succeed or not was a toss-up, it was better if it didn’t, the time left for India was running out, and if it succeeded in dragging out the year, Nehru would have to work for years just to keep himself busy with his own domestic affairs.

Just as Alan Wilson was building a platform for the Foreign Secretary to realize his grand vision, Guy Liddell arrived at the Permanent Secretary’s office. Liddell arrived at the Permanent Secretary’s office, “We’ve traced the Soviet spies that Christine Koehler had contact with.”

“My God!” Alan Wilson frowned slightly and turned on the Guy. Liddell’s sideline, “Guy, it’s just an eighteen year old girl, on a personal moral level, this must be kept a secret, although we are doing this for the country, we can’t ruin the girl’s life because of this, so this must be kept a strict secret, and you have to realize that once this kind of thing is involved with sex, irresponsible media people are always catching on to the story. “