Chapter 1783 The Grand Finale A Gorgeous Turnaround

From Ten Downing Street, Alan Wilson, already harboring a list of fifty-six Atlanticist MPs, including four Cabinet ministers, returned to Whitehall and called Ross to ask him to invite those on the list to come out for a visit in his place.

“Sir, I may not be in a position to do so.” Ross’s bitter voice came out of the middle of the microphone, it wasn’t something he should be doing.

“Just say that I invited them, there are files on these MPs amongst MI5, you leak a little.”

Alan Wilson slowed down his voice and said, “In fact, the position is not important, you will find out sooner or later, you have been in a system for a long time, you can always find a way to get around it.”

Reason is not easy to find, Alan Wilson can not take the first step left foot reason to make forced these members of parliament announced to give up the election, but can be filtered by way of letting these members of the House of Commons themselves know, in the future of the United Kingdom in the middle of the big job, filtering in fact is very simple, only need to add the four prerequisites.

As long as there are enough prerequisites, each one is actually unique. There is a saying in the category of history that there is no peace, no reparation, no cession of land, no tribute, the son of heaven guards the gate of the country, and the king dies for the gods of the earth and the gods of the country.

This sentence is the standard, plus enough pre-conditions, the other does not meet the standard of the dynasty sieve down, not peace is obviously Han and Tang Dynasty is not eligible, not compensation Song Dynasty is not eligible, not cede land Qing Dynasty, not tribute can be rewarded Ita Khan, the four basic pre-conditions have been enough, the last two sentences have no can, the Chen Dynasty Chen Dynasty is also the Son of Heaven to protect the country door, the last emperor of the Jin Dynasty is also the king of the country died of the earth and grain.

And the conditions are gathered together, the unique one naturally called out, this is like a woman looking for a boyfriend to set the standard, casually mention four so-called almost the same conditions, but people will find that meet the almost this standard of the man almost nothing.

Alan Wilson at this time to shoulder up the role of a green tea, these betrayal of Mrs. Thatcher’s scum screening again, pretending to be magnanimous to let them know difficult to retreat.

To use a familiar Whitehall phrase, these MPs must be allowed to get what they deserve for their loyalty and integrity.

You can’t spread political rumors for so many years for nothing and not pay the price at all.

Alan Wilson obviously could not receive so many people in his own home, and eventually chose the castle where his sister-in-law lived, which was large enough and had a more political atmosphere.

Princess Margaret greeted her servants and busied herself with preparing the grounds for this meeting, and eventually waited for the arrival of the Atlanticist members of Parliament, led by Neil Macfarlane and Peter Tapper, the Privy Councilor and Speaker of the House of Commons.

“My Supreme Authority, I didn’t realize you had this strength.” Princess Margaret opened her mouth with a wide smile and complimented, appreciating the intensity of summoning a tenth of the seats in the House of Commons with a bang.

“I even have the intensity of taking the Queen’s sister on a rocket ride.” Alan Wilson raised one eyebrow and reached out to touch Her Highness’s cheek and boasted, “A mere few dozen MPs are no big deal at all.”

By the time these MPs came in, Alan Wilson had already put on his glasses, in order to make a distinction, he was wearing a traditional British monocle, the kind that tops the eye socket, by this time, there were not many Brits in this kind of getup, but the Supreme Authority was returning to tradition.

This traditional dress surprised a lot of people, counting the time Alan Wilson was sixty-five years old, the vast majority of the MPs who came were younger than him, it made sense to dress traditionally.

“Honorable President of the Privy Council, Speaker of the House, and Honorable Members of Parliament, thank you for being here.”

Alan Wilson took the initiative to greet the guests and let them sit down, then went straight to the point, “A new era is about to begin in Britain, I wonder what your plans are for after you leave the political arena, so you can just say it and see if I can help.”

“The Secretary General is such a joker.” Privy Councilor Neil McFarlane didn’t pick up on the joke and instead opened his mouth to inquire, “The Secretary General is already sixty-five years old and seems to be retiring soon. Of course that’s a fact known to all.”

“That’s why I’m looking for you guys, so that you can accompany me and the Prime Minister to leave politics.” Alan Wilson replied with great sincerity before the conversation turned flipping through the resources on his desk muttering, “While you may not be able to accept this for a while, it’s better to understand it sooner rather than later. It’s like a police car being there, the hoots and hollers next to a guy who’s smashing it up are real, and when the cops come to arrest you saying good job on the arrest are real, both voices are real, because most of the people are just lezzie people, do you think they really support you?”

“In politics loyalty is said to be important and unimportant, but this betrayal of the Prime Minister is something I personally very much don’t appreciate and someone should pay for it.”

Alan Wilson’s eyes swept over the faces of every MP present as he spoke, and he wasn’t denying the point that the Cabinet Secretary was going to do something about the aggrieved Iron Lady.

As soon as the words left his mouth there were a few MPs who wanted to say something, looked like they wanted to make accusations on male-female relationships, a known political scandal, but ended up gathering their courage a few times before finally letting out their breath again.

Even if they did speak up, what would it change? In fact Alan Wilson was waiting for someone to resist speaking out about his relationship with Margaret Thatcher, and so what if they did?

It’s like having terminal cancer, and still arguing with your doctor about whether hemorrhoids should be treated after half a month? You’d have to have that too, and of course supreme authority is not prejudiced against curing hemorrhoids, it’s just a description.

Even if there is no Margaret Thatcher was back stabbing this matter, Alan Wilson will also find a reason to let the Atlantic faction of the MPs to get out, not to mention that there is a ready-made reason, he is even more for the Iron Lady justice, for the Prime Minister to seek justice for the reason, is not it better?

But obviously, to be able to come to this point in the parliamentarians, it is impossible to give up the existing honorary status, they still have to fight for their own future, Alan Wilson thought, still can not give these people’s address to the IRA.

Very reluctant to put these members of parliament after politics, especially after arriving at a certain status of experience records, one by one in front of the gentlemen.

If in the case of not seeing the coffin, then you can not be polite, in the parliamentarians looked at their own time capsule at the same time, Alan Wilson took the opportunity to speak, “Gentlemen, why make things to an ugly point? The Atlantic faction should be history, the original kept you guys is you still have some use, now the national policy has turned.”

“Don’t talk about you guys, I was once a signature figure in the Anglo-American Special Relationship, but now I’m going to retire in line with the times no less. When I was young, I also thought about the re-election, but to retreat to retire a little more beautiful, so that there are people in the future to respect you, want to rely on not leaving only a dead end.”

With all the records above, Alan Wilson dismantled the political future of a legislator can be said to be easy, after all, since thirty years ago he has been doing the relevant preparations.

At the time it was just out of rigor, not expecting it to come in handy one day, but accidentally it did today, and he hoped that the Atlanticists would know better.

Speaker Peter Tapper hesitated, he did not expect that he had fallen into the hands of his children, obviously the things above were exposed, his political career would immediately end, reluctantly asked back, “Just for Margaret Thatcher, the Secretary General is going to force us to leave the political arena.”

“Is this reason not enough?” England’s first deep love possession, Alan Wilson taut face a tone that can not let the Iron Lady suffer half a point of aggression, “You have not always known the answer?”

After spreading political rumors for so many years, today the rightful owner came out and claimed it, and the people here should be happy, and if there hadn’t been the backstabbing of Margaret Thatcher before, there might really be a lot of people who would feel happy.

“I may not be able to benefit society in the future, probably because of my health.” Privy Councilor Neil Macfarlane was the first to compromise, stating that he was old and decrepit, and only fifteen years younger than the Supreme Authority, and that he was now unable to work, and should find a springtime place to spend his days.

“The Privy Councilor is perfect for that, the warm beaches of the South Pacific, and of course, the Caribbean, there are still plenty of options.”

Alan Wilson certainly had a good attitude towards the gentleman who knew what he was doing, “Your son-in-law is a sociology researcher, still interested in politics, there are a lot of vacancies over in Eastern Europe, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind, would he?”

There is the first and then there are countless, this is the truth that has been proven countless times, the position reversed, the two sides are no longer hostile, the MPs scrambled to show their obedience to the supreme authority, and will surely become the Iron Lady’s loyal fans, the Iron Lady since she’s not the Prime Minister, and they’re out of the picture.

“Will there be some reluctance? If there is reluctance you can say so.” Alan Wilson stated that he was definitely not gagging everyone right now, this is the apple of your own eye to head.

Obviously, everyone is absolutely no reluctance, all are iron maiden hardcore, this is no problem, Allen Wilson is never a person who rushes to the end, son-in-law can go to Eastern Europe, as for them, they can be from the United Kingdom is still retained among the current territories, looking for a lucrative titular position, and to spend the rest of their lives.

After the councillors had left, pretending to be open-minded but actually dripping blood in their hearts, Margaret reappeared, muttering, “I didn’t realize you still had a hand in the Iron Maiden, since when.”

“Heaven forbid.” Alan Wilson replied with a straight face, “It would really just be a political rumor, I didn’t break up the Prime Minister’s family,”

A day apart, Alan Wilson arrived at 10 Downing Street to personally inform Margaret Thatcher that it was done, and the Iron Lady opened her mouth to inquire, “How in the world did you manage that?”

“It was nothing more than arranging some work, writing a few letters of recommendation to Oxbridge, and reserving some for scholarships.” Alan Wilson laughed as he said this, “Of course there were a few others, but won’t get into that with you, I at least made those betrayers pay, Margaret.”

Mrs. Thatcher was touched and volunteered, “Anything else I can do to help you, now that I’m still Prime Minister, just tell me.”

“If you don’t mind, appoint Middleton as Secretary General of the Cabinet, and Terry Pence as Permanent Secretary to the Treasury.” Alan Wilson also did not polite, took out some departments of the civil service post list, in fact, is not much, only nineteen cabinet ministers of the department all include, husband and wife store, this is all understandable.

“I think I can appoint first.” Mrs. Thatcher fell also some surprise, “originally I thought, you will wait until after the election in the retirement.”

“Still don’t want to be seeing you leave.” Even at the age of sixty-five, PUA this soul skill still hasn’t been left behind, Alan Wilson said in a tone that couldn’t bear to see Margaret Thatcher leave 10 Downing Street, “I’ve supported you for more than ten years, and this time it’s your turn to see me leave, okay.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Alan Wilson felt in his heart that this is really a level of words, is a quote that can be put in the diary, Mrs. Thatcher was also very moved, nodded with unprecedented seriousness.

With the appointment, Whitehall ushered in the Middleton era, Allen Wilson hummed an unspecified children’s song to pack up his things and left the workplace where he had worked for decades, and the current No. 1 person in Whitehall, Middleton, and the No. 2 person, Terry Pence, came out to see them off to express their respect for the supreme authority.

“The future is yours, and much awaits you.” Alan Wilson looked at the grass and trees of Whitehall with his head held high, but did not show too much reluctance, turned his back to the sending off Whitehall heads and waved, “Goodbye!”

Thirty minutes later, Alan Wilson returned home, Pamela Mountbatten waited at the door to greet, looking at the female richest people look forward to, he could not help but shake his head and said, “Honey, the eyes are stretched.”

“It’s not waiting for you to come home.” Pamela Mountbatten muttered in a small voice, still a little embarrassed.

Thereupon, the female richest man’s entire body was intercepted by Allen Wilson, “From now on, I’ll just be your husband, the future of the UK is a matter for the next generation, it has nothing to do with me.”

So far, Alan Wilson completed his turn, I do not know whether it is considered magnificent, but it can be called dry, the next day, Margaret Thatcher announced her resignation, elected by the Conservative Party, the new leader of the party dissolved Parliament to start the general election, in fact, this time the general election, the general public opinion that the Conservative Party hope is not very big, because the Conservative Party launched the candidate has too many new faces.

The leader of the Labor Party is John Smith, who will face the winner of John Major and Heseltine for the position of Prime Minister.

With John Major’s victory, the two men showed unity in dealing with the election in order to avoid a dispute with Heseltine that would have worsened the already unfavorable situation.

The general election began at the end of February, and the unity of John Major and Heseltine did not work wonders for the Conservative Party, as John Smith led the Labor Party to regain the power of government that had been lost for nearly thirteen years.

“But who did you vote for this time?” Alan Wilson asked the richest woman watching TV as the election was over anyway.

“The Conservatives, did you?” Pamela Mountbatten turned to gaze at her husband.

“Labor! But that question doesn’t matter!” Alan Wilson replied dryly, and the two of them looked at each other for a long moment before suddenly smiling at each other; the question really didn’t matter.

It was true that this family still had countless riches and unspeakable connections, but so what? The current two were nothing more than a couple walking into their twilight years, and the future was ultimately the young people’s.