Chapter 1395 – Results of Cooperation

“Pamela can come back soon, and you still dare to come.” Margaret’s face was flushed, obviously quite satisfied with the effect of this orthopedic, and in a good mood she also teased the People’s Servant, “Staying in Whitehall every day with boring words, isn’t it tiresome?”

“Every time I see the news of other countries, it puts me in a happy mood.” Alan Wilson sat in a big prickly manner, not hiding his bad taste at all.

He was the kind of man who built his own pleasure on the pain of others, dull in reverse, and tangled with the European countries about the English and metric systems, whether the public schools had recovered too much of the higher and so on.

Naturally, Princess Margaret was unaware of these issues that were of great concern to the citizens, and the public schools in England were actually charging an okay standard of fees, roughly sixty percent of a British citizen’s annual income.

If this is not because of the changes he himself has brought about, then it would certainly be better than the original UK, as he has really filled the public schools with quite a lot of teaching materials, and the filler education of the basics is certainly quite sufficiently weighty, and it is certainly not likely to be like the free world of the twenty-first century, where people are taught to be literate idiots.

According to this set of teaching materials that he personally cared to come out, the students in Britain must have some basic literacy of primary key political talents when they grow up, and hitting the level of drinking too much and bragging about it is definitely not a problem.

Simply put, it is to know the basics of two levels of cold equatorial heat, different races of people, cultural advantages and disadvantages. Do not underestimate this point, the vast majority of people in this world have not reached this level, in the face of their own do not recognize things still like to make tall tales.

If there is a case, the police report is a minor injury, public opinion is in an uproar, people from all walks of life seize on the issue of minor injuries to make tall tales, leaning on conspiracy theories, this is not necessarily a problem with the published situation. Rather, the public’s understanding of criminal law is only at this level.

A minor injury is not literally nothing, it’s considered a very serious injury, and in the limited number of incidents Allen Wilson has personally experienced, there have only been two instances where it was considered something in the serious injury category – two incisors, and an eyeball removal – and there are standards for injury identification, where the loss of an incisor counts as a serious injury, and the other teeth don’t.

“When I was in Delhi, I used to laugh at the Indians for being so ignorant they didn’t even know they were alive, how much stronger do you think British citizens are? Not much stronger.” The Cabinet Secretary let out an unbridled sneer at his country’s civic class, “But they don’t need to think much about it, it’s enough for them to have Whitehall do it for them.”

“Who do I so much want to hear say something like that?” Princess Margaret, with a color of reminiscence, such words he had definitely heard, before the World War, for a long time, “Our Sir, is it possible that you are comparing yourself to the Führer who leads Germany?”

The trend of the National Society used to spread very widely all over the world, Edward VIII was the one who had to abdicate in the end because of his pro-German thinking, and of course Princess Margaret recalled who said this famous quote.

“Don’t get so excited, dear. The reasoning is the same!” Alan Wilson waved his hand carelessly, the Axis three countries actually do not have much in common, Germany, Italy and Japan, the three countries have the biggest common denominator, is that they are all defeated countries, the rest are summarized in the identity of the defeated countries.

At the Moscow airport, Alexeyev was dragging his suitcase while his sister Svetlana admonished her brother, who was working abroad, and conveyed her mother’s instructions, “Mother told you not to think too much, work requires a relaxed and happy mood, and being affected by it will only bring you trouble.”

“Sister, I know.” Alexeev opened his mouth and nodded helplessly, then said, “To watch over mother, she has some fans around her who are fawning over her, alcohol that kind of thing is best to be controlled, mother is now no longer as strong as an athlete’s body in her younger days, and in the aspect of willpower, I don’t have to say you understand, relying on alcohol is not good for the body. I’ve come back from London this time, and I’m really taken aback in every way.”

“I’ll look after mother, and you know mother is still most worried about you right now.” Svetlana put on her sisterly authority, but it didn’t make her brother’s frozen brow in front of her open up even a little.

“I know!” Alexeyev sighed, thinking to himself, “How do you know how much of a shock I’ve suffered this time back, and not just because my mother had to be hospitalized for resuscitation due to her alcoholism, but crucially because of all those conversations that I couldn’t say out loud.

In the end, the most powerful woman in the USSR was no big problem, safe and sound under the generous medical conditions.

Safe and sound Foltseva is to recognize their own rash action, sent his daughter over to say what relaxed mood is the principal of the work, he now which relaxed up.

As a purge worker, Alexeyev thought he could be calm and collected, and in fact he thought he did, except this time.

“For the past two days I’ve always had a meditative feeling that something was going to happen.” Alan Wilson came to Vivien Leigh, muttering about his sixth sense, as if sensing the power of karma in his body.

“You’ve done so many bad things, and only now you want to confess?” Vivien Leigh bristles, not believing every word this bad guy says.

“How many bad things have I done? Counting the time in New Delhi?” Alan Wilson bared his teeth and recalled impressive memories of each other to the Great British Treasure.

Vivienne skimmed her lips and brought out the tape to play, it was all first hand information recorded from Bangladesh and filled with atrocities committed by the Pakistani government army protesters.

This kind of movie can not bring Monroe to see together, because that sexy big girl is really a good woman, with the bottom of the simple goodness, this kind of movie do not say is not to see with their own eyes, even if they know, will be subverted in the eyes of the supreme authority in her image.

The military vehicles and the refugees are crowded together in a chaotic mess. The refugees from Bangladesh are staring blankly, exhausted, carrying all sorts of tattered baggage on their shoulders, and one child is even carrying a chicken in his arms. Suddenly, several shots rang out beside them, but no one fell.

A man with his hands to support, climbed a low wall, when the gunfire continues, the crowd is chaotic, but can not see where the bullets come from.

Looking at the record in the movie, Alan Wilson could not help but shake his head, said to Vivien Lei, “It seems that it still does not work, too real record is not conducive to the dissemination of too bloody. It’s still some shaped passages that are more conducive to public opinion manipulation, focusing on filming women and children, it’s best to add in some chemical weapons or something.”

“What about that?” Vivienne didn’t quite get it, these real records couldn’t be used, could they be faked? Wouldn’t that be a fake?

“This is simple, India has some kind of sprinkle red festival, there is no shortage of that kind of paint smeared on the face of the white one red one, ordinary people that know what chemical weapons? It’s still whatever we say, even if there are a few people who understand things, the flood of information is enough to drown them.” Alan Wilson said confidently, “With a classic shot, we’ll be able to inspire sympathy in the citizens by then.”

The White Helmets, the big name of the Syrian war, that was established by the United Kingdom, this organization is active in the Arab countries, can be said to have made a lot of achievements.

For the Indian side of the stupidity, London also know well, Britain although there is no u2 kind of high-altitude reconnaissance aircraft, but in this world Britain ahead of the layout of the space industry, by the independence of the United States outside of the network of spy satellites, after the completion of the Galileo system, it is like a tiger, the military mobilization of India is also as good as a finger on the pulse.

With this foundation, Vivienne still had the editing time to turn the real record into the real and fake White Helmets, because the Ministry of Defense judged that India was not ready now.

Just then, Indira Gandhi’s European tour began, with the first country to be visited being Yugoslavia under Tito, followed by her visits to the GDR, Czechoslovakia, and then Italy, the Federal Republic of Germany, France, and the United Kingdom, in both camps, signifying India’s ever-neutral stance.

“The Soviet Embassy invites the Permanent Undersecretary to a soccer match!” Alan Wilson, who held the microphone, was a little surprised, he was really prepared for a visit from the Indian Prime Minister, “Well, it’s not just to watch a game.”

“Really interesting.” Alan Wilson put down the microphone unknown, suddenly muttered to himself, “Didn’t Victor go back to his country for vacation a few days ago?”

The supreme authority rarely wondered about this matter, comparable to the last six months he has been secretly doing the schedule of de Gaulle’s illness and death, people’s position as president of France is still very secure, this may be the plan did not change quickly, de Gaulle’s body is still quite hard.

Then agreed to go to Anfield to watch the game, this era of the British stadium is still filled with standing tickets, so that also more able to feel the soccer atmosphere, is always a stadium accident during the Thatcher period, the British soccer venues only changed to seating, but since it is the richest woman invested in the team’s home, Anfield is making improvements to the stands, installing seats in batches.

Alan Wilson naturally could not choose the main stand, he preferred to look up, obviously watching the game but isolated from the world, and then Alexeyev was invited.

“What? Has the KGB completely taken over the embassy now?” Alan Wilson said with a tone of surprise, “Maybe we should think about considering that it’s time to expel a group of Soviet embassy staff, how about the excuse of using embassy diplomats for things outside the scope of their work?”

Alexeyev sat himself down, not bothering with the clotheshorse, “Some time ago, my mother had a slight health problem, I went back home, and I was very sad to see her in her hospital bed.”

“That’s unfortunate news.” Alan Wilson had sincerity on his face, the Culture Czar was after all different from ordinary people and deserved his expression of concern.

“Sir Wilson!” Alexeyev fixed the other with a meaningful and inexplicable gaze, “Mother told me something, and of course I won’t change my position, that I was born in May, 1946.”

“And? Hmm?” Alan Wilson was in mid-sentence, all of a sudden caught up in the moment, his eyes fixed on the profile of the Culture Tsar’s son, “You, this, in fact, mistakes are inevitable.”