Chapter 179: Assistant Commissioner (seeking monthly votes)

The steam whistle was sounded, the huge ship slowly docked, after more than seven months, Alan Wilson finally stepped on the land of British India, this moment he had mixed feelings, after all, this is the place where the dream began, is an important stop in his life.

But the cruel fact is not allowed to think about it, the passengers on the ship have already begun to disembark, “Allen, your several large suitcases must not be easy to carry, let’s take them down for you.”

“Thanks!” Alan Wilson was grateful to his colleagues for stepping in to help, “Just take it down to the ship, naturally someone will come up to help on their own accord.”

As expected Allen Wilson, the people have just disembarked from the ship there is already a group of Indians come up to take the initiative to help, attitude attentive, eyes full of eagerness to busy themselves, although they can do is just to help carry the luggage, the Viceroyalty of Delhi has already sent people to pick up.

But Allen Wilson could not help making a show of kindness by taking out two rupees which had not been used for more than half a year, and the gentleman was very glad to see a couple of Indians thanking him with careful English, which was what he had come here for.

“O these shudras!” Allen Wilson muttered with a sad, compassionate look and walked at a brisk pace towards New Delhi in the midst of the welcoming caravan.

Donald Macaulay was shocked at Allen Wilson’s amazing adaptability, almost as if he were a different man from the moment he stepped on the soil of British India, and it was impossible to say that a change had occurred there.

“Allen!” With this cry surprise ensued, as Pamela Mountbatten got out of the automobile and cried out with a tone of surprise that was full of affection.

Allen Wilson’s face changed, could not help but speed up two steps, Pamela Mountbatten is more active, all the way running into Allen Wilson’s arms, the two are full of the excitement of a long goodbye.

“What do you have in your pocket, top me.” Arms around the neck of Allen Wilson Pamela Mountbatten, in the excitement of the mood to cool down after the opening of the mutual question, “I heard that you’re coming back, requesting Uncle Barron to come together, but unfortunately have waited for two days.”

“Two days is not a margin of error for a sea voyage.” Alan Wilson untraceable from the embrace posture to free, at the same time mouth ceaselessly, “you know, I do not want to come back all the time, although Europe is far more prosperous than this piece of colony, but there is nothing I want over there, the most precious things were left in British India. Fortunately at last I am back before Christmas.”

Pamela Mountbatten strained her face, but it could not help turning red, and all the time the telegrams sent by Allen Wilson were retained by her, and she could not help smiling even in class when she learned that the man was sure of being able to return.

The day came when Pamela Mountbatten could no longer resist coming from New Delhi just to see Allen Wilson for the first time.

“Looks like that’s the owner of the nylon stockings, Guy, he’s an animal, how old is this girl?” Donald McLean couldn’t help but shake his head in comment when he saw this scene.

“This seems to be General Mountbatten’s daughter, I personally suggest you reorganize your language.” Guy Burgess shrugged helplessly and said, don’t blame yourself for not warning.

“It is indeed admirable for a young girl to bravely pursue love.” Donald MacLean solemnly stated, “It seems like there’s a saying how, only love can’t live up to it? Right?”

If you say it’s right, it’s right, if you say it’s not, it’s not! Burgess looked at his friend without much indication.

“Same people, different lives!” On the train to New Delhi, Alan Wilson grumbled to Pamela Mountbatten, “Look at this, among the diplomats who have come here there is the Commissioner of British Burma and the Commissioner of British Ceylon, and what am I? Just an assistant to the Commissioner of British India, look at Burgess and Maclean, not much older than me, and they are the Commissioners and I am the assistant to the Commissioner.”

“Aren’t you already Under-Secretary-General? At least the rank is enough; you can’t top Sir Barron’s qualifications.” Pamela Mountbatten leaned on the man’s shoulder with a comforting look on her face, “Both of these men are well-born and are considered leaders among their peers, you’re already on par with them and will only surpass in the future.”

“Boastful drunkard, or boastful ……” Holding his homosexuality back in his mouth, Allen Wilson was still lamenting the injustice of the world, and the air of Versailles surrounded his whole body.

Burgess was born in nineteen ninety, this year has been thirty-five years old, has served as a BBC radio presenter, British MI6 agent, British Foreign Office ministerial secretary and other positions.

His father was a British naval officer, and his mother came from a very wealthy family; he enrolled in the history program at Cambridge University. At Cambridge, Burgess became a minor celebrity for his talents and was very keen on social work.

Donald Maclean, born in 1915, is also thirty years old and has served as a diplomat for several countries; Maclean’s father was an England-born Scot, a Liberal politician who was chairman of the Board of Education.

At the age of twenty, Donald Maclean had been in and out of the Foreign Office, a child in the eyes of others than his peers altogether, and seemed to have little to compare with his two predecessors, who were more than ten years older.

But Alan Wilson believes that he should be compared with the successful, otherwise he will only play chess with the stinky chess basket the more stinky.

The two men were now very envious that one was Commissioner of British Burma and the other of British Ceylon. Alan Wilson can only hope that there will be a place where he can make himself a commissioner after what happened in India.

The slow, deadly train speed of this era, Alan Wilson talked about his work experience back in Europe, highlighting his work at the Potsdam Conference, talking and laughing with the post-war triumvirate.

As well as the fact that Whitehall is now particularly optimistic about his development, concealing trivia including, but not limited to, the Dragoon Riders and the Iron Maiden, as well as the Culture Tsar.

Pamela Mountbatten’s life was much simpler, a two-point life, nothing to do but go to the Governor’s House and ask if there was a telegram for herself, speaking of which she opened her mouth and said, “I thought it was me who returned to Europe to look for you, but I didn’t realize that you had returned first.”

“Probably for a short time, I will not leave.” Alan Wilson solemnly said, “The matter of British India is very complicated, there are numerous remarks in the country, and there is not yet a feasible solution. So I may be here for a period of time, but of course I mainly wanted to come over and meet you.”

“Is your mouth wiped with honey?” Pamela Mountbatten scolded with an impish grin and whispered, “Keep all the gems you gave me, they’re yours, I’m just keeping them for now.”

“How about making a pair of gemstone sandals, there just might not be enough. That’s okay, there’s still time to collect them slowly.” Alan Wilson assured with the tone of a downland leek cutter, all in the grandiose mindset that there was much to be done in the wide world.

It was hard to find anything different in New Delhi from when he left a few months ago. Alan Wilson had retraced his steps to the Viceroyalty of India, and had just reached New Delhi when he telegraphed to his subordinates in Hyderabad the fact of his return to British India.

Then he came to the Viceroyalty of India, met Sir Barron, the head of the British Indian civil service, took out his bank deposit slip at the Royal Bank of Scotland, and spoke, “With British India on board, British Occupation has recovered the fastest of the four occupying Powers, and this is all due to Sir Barron’s efforts.”

As for the fact that the British Occupied Area led the way, and the occupied areas of the Dawnguard countries, especially the Soviet Occupied Area, followed suit and began to use the cigarette trade for plundering instead of directly emptying the Soviet Occupied Area of all its belongings, this was just a small aftermath that was not worth reporting.

“Sir Edward is very cognizant of your work ethic.” Sir Barron enthusiastically expresses his joy for Allen Wilson’s return, received the deposit slip unhurriedly said, “Post-war recovery is now the most important thing for the mainland, the two-winged plan, the position of British India is extremely important, in order to the recovery of the mainland, we humble social commons is to labor a little bit, and what does it matter. ”

“And eighteen provincial administrators, and fourteen commissioners of the native states!” Allen Wilson said, slowly organizing his language, “and my colleagues on the British Occupation Board of Trade say that of course we must not allow blood to be shed and tears to be shed on this side of British India.”

“Oh! Thank you colleagues in British Occupation.” Sir Barron sat down and reclined his body on the backrest, and said in a borderline manner, “Having said that, now that the end of the year is approaching, it is time to convene an end-of-year meeting, and notify these people who are in various parts of the world to come to the Viceroy’s House for a trip, as if it were the Viceroy’s House on Christmas Day, to express a little token of gratitude for their year’s annoyance.”

“This Christmas token of appreciation, I believe it will certainly make everyone very happy.” Alan Wilson immediately spoke up in agreement.

“Well, you now you are my assistant. Among my many years of work, it is not often that one is able to contribute to the British Empire as quickly as you have been able to do so. Of course I for one am happy about this!” Sir Barron spoke slowly, “Good men should certainly go faster, go see Pamela first, I need to talk to the commissioners of Ceylon and Burma.”

Alan Wilson left Sir Barron’s office backwards, light as a piece of paper the gift was delivered just fine. Nothing else needed to be said more than that!

The war was just a year old, and things were generally quiet in British India. The chaos that followed British India in history was also, in a sense, the winds of letting British India become independent coming out of London, which caused the Indian factions to fall into a complete frenzy of scrambling.

In fact, the sporadic mutinies do not indicate that the present British India is in chaos. The Congress Party and the PML-N did not go down, what kind of chaos, a few garrison mutinies immediately quelled, that is called chaos? Alan Wilson thought it was far from it!