Chapter 1151 – Garbo’s Aid

It was destined to be a very lively year, and Alan Wilson still had a long way to go, and making progress on the Portuguese side was only the first step in a long journey, not to mention the fact that Grace had already sent several telegrams asking when the so-called time, in fact, would come.

It seems, however, that Ingrid Bergman seems to be very comfortable with the life of an estate owner’s wife in Portugal, and when it comes to careerism, Ingrid Bergman is actually not as obsessive as Hedy Lamarr, and is quite satisfied with her current life, at the stage of enjoying it.

Portugal’s large estates, it is very much to the female president’s liking, for this reason some pleasure, the environment here reminds her of the biography of the aristocratic life, which is not felt in other countries.

Whenever the presidentess showed her dissatisfaction, the estate servant showed fear and hesitation, and walked towards the lower end of the table; he was hunched over, and kept bowing while he did so; this would have been a thin and tall old man, except that due to the habit of bending over for a long time, it was almost impossible to tell how tall he was.

His emaciated features, his hawkish nose, his beady black eyes, his high wrinkled forehead, and his long gray hair, should be considered beautiful, but long service work has made these people develop a national character, in which, to say the least, there are many elements of meanness and vulgarity.

This meanness and vulgarity, precisely what Ingrid Bergman wanted, was only to be found in Portugal.

“Ingrid, you’ve fallen.” Alan Wilson tsked, learning to be good for three years and learning to be bad for three days.

If it was usual, Ingrid Bergman wouldn’t have retorted, but what was this man doing now? Burying his head in her breasts, making sappy noises, and having the nerve to talk about her?

“You should at least hold your head up and talk.” Ingrid Bergman gasped a broken accusation.

“No, I’m feeling the warmth of the sun here.” Alan Wilson embodied the essence of a tough diplomat, never bowing his head like an unreasonable request; it was a matter of the British Empire’s national character, and the permanent undersecretary could not dishonor his country.

“I’ll warm you nice and warm, two suns double the pleasure.” Ingrid Bergman’s decision to teach the man a lesson demonstrated her own greatness of mind and almost made the gentleman, who had been motivated to make his mark in this critical year, go out on a limb.

That would not be forgiven, and Alan Wilson would have to need to show Ingrid Bergman that the Saigon Iron Fist was the way to go.

“I wish I could be here all the time and you could be so with me.” The female president, who had taken the heavy punch, was paralyzed in the arms of the Executive Vice President, “But I know you are busy, coming to see us three, mother and daughter, more often, I would be satisfied.”

“That’s natural!” Ellen Wilson agreed dryly, “You know me, I always try to be considerate.”

“If you don’t think it through, I’m afraid you don’t have enough twenty-four hours in a day.” Ingrid Bergman blankly glanced at Alan Wilson, a double entendre connotation man, not doing the work of the Time and Space Administration, can deal with so many ladies of the same status as his wife?

Alan Wilson’s return trip was never like a green train, stopping at every station. Arriving at his final destination in London, he made sure that his body was empty, and after two days in London, it was even emptier.

Yawning dawdled to the Ministry of Defense, inquiring the British Empire’s full-time commander of the three armed forces, Field Marshal Mountbatten in the end there is no plan for armed mediation, on the son-in-law yawning state, the marshal also avoided some concern, “Pamela came back if you see you in such a state, thought the country has done something to you.”

“I’m in good shape, I’m in good shape!” Alan Wilson stared at his panda eyes, reached up and ran his hand through his hair and muttered to himself, “It’s very lush, a model of a gentleman.”

“You’re offending a very large group of gentlemen with that statement.” Mountbatten almost laughed out loud, and, collecting his laughter, introduced himself to the idea that, in his intuitive senses, two Centaurs, plus an Eagle-class in the Persian Gulf, plus a Dreadnought-class nuclear submarine, would already be a destructive force for the Indian Navy.

“Modestly, it could be described as such for any country other than the U.S.S.R.” Alan Wilson wondered when the British MacArthur had been so modest.

Soon Wilson realized that he was wrong, his father-in-law was just saying, “It’s part of professional image management, otherwise people will think that the Royal Navy is bullying.”

The Eagle-class aircraft carrier battle group, which resides in the Persian Gulf, is also under the jurisdiction of the Royal Mediterranean Fleet, an old unit of Mountbatten’s, which he had no problem using, not to mention that he is still commander-in-chief of the British forces.

Given the current size of the Indian Navy, two Centaurs and an Eagle class drawn from the Pacific and Mediterranean fleets would be enough to send the Indians to the bottom of the sea in a day.

“Would it startle the Indians if Britain started military exercises without saying hello?” Mountbatten said and asked his son-in-law rhetorically, “Notify India first or?”

“There is no need for the Indians to know where and for what purpose the Royal Navy is conducting military exercises. Don’t think that just because the Indian Ocean is called the Indian Ocean that it is really India’s ocean.” Alan Wilson bristled, “Up until World War I, the Monroe Doctrine was all about the Americans themselves shouting for India to wait ninety years before talking to us, right?”

Doesn’t Allen Wilson know about India’s military development as of a few decades later? Standard head-heavy configuration.

The Soviet Union’s configuration during the Cold War was such that 50,000 tanks, 60,000 armored vehicles, and 30,000 self-propelled artillery pieces were not head-heavy, and no matter what part of the equation, it was not something that any other individual country could contend with.

The real top-heavy, is the twenty-first century India, the number of tanks is twice the number of armored vehicles, and self-propelled artillery is a fraction of the armored vehicles, this situation does not only exist in the army, the navy and air force is also the same, the bigger the more advanced equipment, the more auxiliary equipment the more the less attention is given to.

This configuration is the standard abusive configuration, but considering that most of the countries on the planet are indeed vegetables, this configuration to can’t be said to be wrong, coincidentally, India next to a not vegetable.

“Give India a surprise, once India asks, I will naturally give a sensible answer.” Alan Wilson thought while saying, “At that time, Britain can say from a position of strength, talk about the Goa issue to cause hostility between India and Portugal two countries, and then use this to mediate.”

Similar words he had already spoken to Salazar once, deciding to take advantage of the Commonwealth Games in Kuala Lumpur to mold a peaceful event and give the two countries a platform to chicken out.

He’d already thought about how the two countries would articulate their case, had it been since time immemorial. It’s not like it’s exclusive to a particular country, Nehru had said that India has existed since time immemorial and the roof of the world is part of Indian culture.

Alan Wilson is ready to spread Nehru’s realization all over the world, then once the border war starts, Alan Wilson can think freely about the self-justification of self against self since time immemorial and then ultimately it’s the bigger fist that says it all.

What with the Cuban Missile Crisis, where is the occasion for Britain to brush up its presence, and for Britain to brush up its presence, it has to be in Asia.

Relying on the presence of Defense Secretary Profumo, Alan Wilson now comes to the Ministry of Defense as if he were back home. Now that’s the kind of rapport he envisions between politicians and civil servants.

Of course this was no dissatisfaction with Foreign Secretary Rab Butler, the respected Foreign Secretary, who also had a very good relationship with the Permanent Secretary, especially after the previous spy swap that had earned the Foreign Secretary a lot of applause.

It was still early in the day, and while Field Marshal Mountbatten was still accounting for costs, Alan Wilson waited for the good news.

“What’s going on?” In Hepburn’s apartment, Allen Wilson looked at the ball flower with an aggravated face, Hepburn’s sudden coldness made the executive undersecretary a bit overwhelmed, “There’s something wrong, you should say it.”

“You can’t solve it even if you say it.” Hepburn was furious, what time is it, once you come over here, you want to manned spaceflight again?

Alan Wilson’s heart moved, his eyes stared at Hepburn’s abdomen, there is no abnormality ah, “It doesn’t feel like ah.”

“Feel?” Hepburn came up is a meal of pink fist shyly annoyed, “you’d better pray for nothing, or pass out you have trouble, you and I will be in the center of the storm of public opinion.”

“Even if you remove me, I will only pray that something is wrong.” Alan Wilson really couldn’t tell much from Hepburn’s flat belly, but there was just one thing about him, a stiff upper lip.

“I’m going to America to get it checked out.” Hepburn had made up her mind, and she was thinking of the man.

“Uh? You’re well known in America, too, or try going to Sweden?” Alan Wilson cocked his head as he thought, “Sweden is a Nordic powerhouse, and the environment is not bad, so it’s a good time to take a break.”

He then went a step further and said that he could accompany them and immediately take the opportunity to negotiate the details of the warplane for a visit.

Hepburn heart a soft, nodded, she did not know Allen Wilson is afraid, ball flower a ruthless move to harm their own body.

If there is really this trend, Allen Wilson can be close to stop, save Hepburn will regret later.

“Greta what do you say I do?” Stockholm, the capital of Sweden, Allen Wilson cupped his wine glass with a sad face, unable to do anything about the current predicament, “I’m worried.”

Greta Garbo dragged her chin and looked straight at Alan Wilson, “You weren’t this concerned about me then.”

“Concerned too.” Alan Wilson cut through, but then whirled around to whisper with a sad look on his face, “You were retired by then, Hepburn could be at the top of her game, if it was for her career.”

“Oh!” Greta Garbo face expressionless murmured, “I help you and her talk about how, rest assured, will not involve you, of course, you know, my standard of requirements have always been very high.”

As the saying goes, those who achieve great things don’t bother with small details, Han Xin can endure the humiliation of his crotch, as long as he looks away, it’s all nothing.