Chapter 1488 In Holding on to Hold on to Hold on to Hold on to Hold on to Hold on to Hold on to Hold on to Hold On

“Having made it this far, the financial strength of the whole of Europe is more easily utilized. Don’t expect to take back the financial hegemony from the United States in a short period of time, just don’t let the United States disgust the United Kingdom from time to time.”

It was easier said than done, but it was already March when the swift clearing system was talked through, and Pamela Mountbatten had returned from Perth to hear all about what her husband’s group had been doing in the recent past, “The Prime Minister is ready to resign? He’s only just been re-elected, he might even try his hand at being the longest serving Prime Minister since the war.”

“That’s what I’m advising.” Alan Wilson poured a cup of milk tea for his wife and handed it over before saying helplessly, “But apparently the Prime Minister is ready to step aside.”

“Who’s next.” Pamela Mountbatten inquired with her cup of tea in hand, since Harold Wilson had already made up his mind, he might as well think about who was next now.

“Callaghan I think, at the moment, the probability of Labor having a Tory kind of blowout is not high.” Alan Wilson replied, while using the example of last year’s Conservative Party leadership election as a comparison.

Margaret Thatcher was actually not the biggest favorite of the Conservative Party, and it was indeed a bit of a blowout to become the Conservative Party leader.

Pamela Mountbatten was silent and seemed to be considering whether there would be a change in policy, while Alan Wilson spoke to reassure, “Don’t worry, I’ve arranged it all. I’ve nearly checked out the ancestors of the main leaders of both parties, as well as well-known backbenchers. Including their close family members, whether they’ve had a DUI, whether their offspring have watched strippers, whether they’ve voted for taxes, and abused small animals.”

“I’m relieved to hear you say that. Things are okay over there in Australia.” Pamela Mountbatten breathed a sigh of relief and turned to her side of the story.

Australia and Britain had a good relationship, and this good basis was the existence of Malaya, a British-controlled colony, which could clamp down north and south on Australia’s biggest imaginary enemy, Indonesia, and the existence of the British South Pacific Territory, which blocked Australia’s ability to communicate with other countries by sea.

For Australia, it’s just a matter of getting used to it, not to mention the fact that Australia was supposed to be a follower of the UK, and it was clear that the US, while more powerful, really didn’t have as much of a role in the geography as the UK did.

“The legacy of the Sunset Empire is a rich one, and a little optimization could still be a big help.” Alan Wilson was supposed to answer his wife’s question, but the words inevitably came out in a grim way, as the UK clearly didn’t sell its heritage for the price it deserved after WWII.

Pamela Mountbatten inquired about the real reason for the clearing system, then to see if she could find any winnings from it, after all, she also ran a bank, although running a bank wasn’t her main business, “After all this busy work it should be possible to take a little breather and rest for a while, you’re always so busy with your day to day.”

“It should be possible to take a break before the representatives from Southern Rhodesia come to London.” Alan Wilson nodded his head with a color of remembrance; there was just one thing in front of him.

It was the fact that Southern Rhodesia was not a royal domain inhabited by Slavs, the family was inextricably linked to the Rhodesian royal domain, Rhodesia’s minerals were mined by the Mountbatten Group along with two British mining groups, and his good daughter, Pamela, had circled a plot of land on the left bank of the Zambezi River to do her own wildlife conservation work.

The Rhodesian Crown Lands, on the other hand, had a western border, not along the Zambezi, but a long, narrow protrusion, similar in shape to that of Chile, which was now circled by Pamela as a nature reserve.

His good oldest son was serving in the Army Group in Der Rheinland, and Grace’s daughter Sophia was accompanying him as a family member, and that was basically it.

“A trip to Eton? Arnold doesn’t know you’re back yet, he’d be happy if you went.” Alan Wilson extended an invitation to his wife to see how his son was doing.

“Good idea.” In the face of her husband’s invitation, Pamela Mountbatten readily agreed, and the two of them joined hands and walked out of the house to visit their son, who was being educated under militarized management.

Eton’s public school, as you can tell by its name, was originally intended to be a school where students of any class could enter, and those who graduated from it were supposed to aim to enter Cambridge.

However, like a dragon slayer who becomes a dragon, with the passage of time, Eton gradually became the most famous aristocratic school in Britain, because the children of the nobility are proud to be able to enter this school, competing for enrollment, the formation of a noble atmosphere, the common people’s children, on the other hand, can not be expected, resulting in the gradual transformation of the school into a highly hierarchical, open to the children of the nobility school.

Eton does not enroll female students, but can open the door to non-British students, currently mainly in the Middle East countries of the upper class, which is also very normal, as if the American blacks are very early even if the three-fifths of the people, women do not count as people, are justified.

Pamela Mountbatten was obviously more comfortable in this environment, much more comfortable than her husband who had nothing to do around her, and when they came the classes had not yet finished, so the two were not good enough to interrupt so they waited outside and walked around the campus.

“The Soviet Union has been making a lot of noise these past few years, it can’t really report us for burial, can it?” Pamela Mountbatten inquired, wanting more than anything to get an answer from her husband.

“No, my dear, if the Soviet Union can defeat the amalgamation of so many of our nations with a single nation, then it would be better for us to think about surrendering sooner rather than later right now.” Alan Wilson reached out and patted his wife on the back in relief, “There’s no denying that even within the free world right now there’s a lot of skepticism about the unfavorable situation, but it’s all normal, not everyone possesses the strength of will.”

The question was like the question of how a major power would conduct itself if the Soviet Union had won the Cold War? If the USSR could achieve victory with a single nation, then surrender would not be a disgrace for any nation.

Wouldn’t that just show that the USSR’s own productivity far exceeded that of the other remaining nations? How logical is that surrender.

Surrendering to the most productive force in human society would not be condescending to any nation. What else is there to see? If the Soviet Union had that kind of productivity, it wouldn’t even want to take care of your country at that point.

It’s normal to seize leadership among a group of your own kind, but would you fight for power in an ants nest?

“You might as well have answered me with Whitehall rhetoric, the analogy is not even close.” Pamela Mountbatten nudged her disgruntled husband, “Whose country are you calling an ant?”

Class was over! Allen Wilson stretched and waited for his good son to show up, the students seemed to be of good quality, or at least extremely respectful to him, a little too respectful.

But on his first visit he did not expect to meet students as argumentative as himself. He had been eloquent at the Jamaica Conference.

There was no doubt that students who entered Eton had one foot in the straight path of successful men who would become the elite of England and of other countries.

“Maybe these kids we see here will have the building blocks of Whitehall to throw into the good of society in the future.” Alan Wilson muttered in a low voice to his wife. Although the students who appeared were able to understand that these two were a couple, it was obvious that Ellen Wilson stood slightly further back than the richest woman, giving way to this stage of mother and child affection.

“Mother!” Arnold came with a surprised smile and zipped right into the middle of the richest woman’s warm embrace, “It’s amazing when you came back.”

Allen Wilson looked away with a mushy face, looking at the partially polite future gentlemen, but he didn’t know what his students wanted if they were that polite all the time. Though they weren’t laughing or joking.

“My good son, it seems that in the future of our family, there will be another gentleman who aspires to benefit society.” Pamela Mountbatten nuzzled, “Don’t be so clingy for such a big boy. Be proud and stick out your chest like a man.”

“Uh, I’ve only heard of puffing out your chest like the poorest worker in the East End of London.” Arnold left the warm embrace of the richest woman in the world and resumed a look that would make his parents proud saying, “Slightly agitated, it’s better now.”

How’s the food, how are you getting along with your classmates, these are all questions that the richest woman should be asking, Alan Wilson asked about academics as well, “But it’s best if you don’t show any inclination towards politics, mainly partisan, there are definitely organizations similar to the Campus Conservative Party here, don’t join them.”

“I know, I’ll do the same with the principle of neutrality.” After Arnold replied, he added, “They do make more noise, as if they are about to lead this country.”

“It’s good to have dreams.” Alan Wilson expressed his approval on the political atmosphere, he was certainly qualified to approve, he also knew the chairman of the school’s Conservative Party many years ago, people are now the leader of the Conservative Party, it can be said to realize the dream of his youth.

It would be interesting to get into 10 Downing Street one day, and it’s not all bad, after all, for the burden of steel and coal problems, but also really need a person to come out to solve.

Ian Smith arrived in London, found Alan Wilson here and got straight to the point, “Secretary General, at this time we are in particular need of London’s help, after the independence of Angola and Mozambique, the ongoing fighting has left the citizens very tired.”

“Told you your fundamentals are too poor and with Portugal having let go of southern Africa since, your population simply can’t keep up with the care of the borders.” Allen Wilson spoke up and asked, “Didn’t you say that the last two years the support from the United States and South Africa has been increasing?”

“But the war still needs to be fought by ourselves.” Ian Smith sighed and said, “Although we don’t want to do this, but rather than getting nothing, partition is not unacceptable.”

Alan Wilson pondered for a while, and finally spoke up to suggest, “It’s better to hold out for another year, achieve a certain level of results in the war, and then peace talks are better. Otherwise, if you agree to partition, the blacks may not agree yet.”