Chapter 202: Call Alan if you need him

“Do I call the people of India simple, or do I call them stupid? Of course, it’s the same for people in any country, and as an individual, I’m not really qualified to talk about the Indians.” Alan Wilson took the telegram sent by Alisa and rushed to Sir Barron’s private secretary, “In a few days our national treasure will be arriving in New Delhi, I wonder if the accommodation has been arranged yet?”

“That’s not true yet, does Assistant Allen have any ideas yet.” When Ender heard that, he had really forgotten about it, he hadn’t arranged a host for an actor yet, it was a new thing for his work experience in British India.

Alan Wilson leaned back in his chair in a tactical manner and thought for a moment, “Let’s arrange it in the neighborhood where General Mountbatten lives.”

Come to think of it, for security and familiarity reasons, Allen Wilson was most familiar with the British community in New Delhi only there, and it would be more convenient to arrange for Vivien Leigh to live there.

In fact, Allen Wilson can now also have a private secretary configuration, but he himself still prefers the things that the regular public do, micro-management! There are some things that can only be handled by oneself to feel at ease!

For example, obviously Sir Barron’s private secretary Ender was here, but Allen Wilson still went to Sir Barron’s office and decided to make good use of the influence of the Great British Treasure.

“The situation is even more sensational than we expected, the heat caused by Vivien Leigh is unimaginable.” Alan Wilson held a few newspapers as supporting evidence for his words and placed them in front of Sir Barron.

Sir Barron did not look at them, but stretched himself out with a stretch, and laughed meaningfully, “It is even more sensational than when the three Cabinet Ministers came to British India.”

“Out of respect for the three Cabinet Ministers, my answer? Yes and no. Even if they did, there’s no point in discussing it; actors are inherently more popular than politicians, and at least they don’t add to the confusion.” Alan Wilson tensed his face so as not to burst out laughing and said, “I wonder what most of my colleagues think about this.”

“That’s a matter for you young people, I’m getting on in years. While I know I’m in the minority, I still think Cabinet Ministers are a bit more important.” Sir Barron raised one eyebrow and said with a heartfelt smile, “You have a million ideas every day about what you want to plan now, and with the judicial officers for the Clean India Campaign and the Viceroy’s Office for the distribution of discharged Indian soldiers, it seems as if there is nothing more to do, doesn’t it?”

“That is so, Honorable Sir Barron. From the reception Vivienne has received, I have an immature idea.” When it comes to business, Allenwell is with a serious face, “I believe our minister will not object, borrowing Vivien Leigh’s influence, glowing with the importance and protection of Indian women, and allowing the star to exert a positive influence, this should not be considered despicable, right?”

“A gentleman of the British Empire never does mean things.” Sir Barron nodded approvingly and asked, “Then let’s talk about the specific steps.”

“Now that British India is still our word, cultivating a naturally pro-British force, there is no group easier to control than these actors.” Alan Wilson spoke eloquently, narrating his thoughts, “Actors as a profession, vanity and gold worship, there’s no denying that some actors can be ethical, but the majority of actors don’t have this kind of awareness, regardless of any country’s actors are like this, I want to borrow the influence of these actors. Of course it was only after knowing that Vivien Leigh was so well received that the idea came to me.”

“The Anglo-Indian Actors’ Guild?” Sir Barron nodded his head as soon as he heard it, “Not a bad idea, there’s no force more easily controlled than these actors, greedy for vanity, no bottom line, and capable of doing anything for the sake of fame. The most crucial thing is that no matter how dirty they do, they are dead set against admitting it.”

Sir Barron’s approval was a confirmation of the viability of the idea, and before Vivienne had even arrived in New Delhi, she had already been given an admirable honorary presidency of the Anglo-Indian Actors’ Guild.

It was still true, of course, that the Viceroyalty of British India was now going to have to lower its presence and show at least a little bit of inactivity, so the matter would best be brought up by a private citizen, and in a more precise sense, preferably by Vivien Leigh herself.

“Is that so?” Vivien Leigh, who was still in Bombay, heard Alyssa relay the Viceroy’s opinion and couldn’t believe that she’d only just arrived in India when she was hit over the head with such an honor.

Vivien Leigh did not lack popularity, what she lacked was widespread respect and honor, even those third-rate actors who were performing in the theatre, were quite critical of actors like her, the reason was still that she herself was known for her beauty, and in many eyes was a vase.

This is something Fei Wenli felt wronged, why is good-looking also a bad thing? It’s not like it’s her own problem. Although plastic surgery had been around for decades, it wasn’t like her face was fake.

Rao Fei Wenli had seen a big scene, but her head was also dazed by the honor that fell off, Alisa smiled and affirmed, “Miss Vivian, it’s like this, my superior, hopes that you can integrate these actors and cultivate a positive image of the British Empire amongst the actor community, many times actors, such a public figure, are able to influence many people. ”

“I am very willing to accept this honor!” Upon hearing this, Vivien Lei immediately stated that she was willing to serve her country and integrate the British Indian filmmakers for the sake of Britain.

“That would be best.” Alisa smiled gently, perplexed by Fei Wenli’s very heartfelt behavior. How could an actor who was good looking and rich be so attached to such vanity.

March in British India was no longer associated with coolness, and along with the increasing temperatures was the enthusiasm for production in British India, with farmers planting the cash crops that the British Empire needed, as instructed from above.

On the industrial front, work had begun on the expansion of the large industrial estate in Calcutta.

Ground-breaking was also seen in Delhi as well as in Bombay, and although the income of the Indians involved in the construction was still very meager, almost unchanged from the previous year, the bustle of the construction was unheard of.

Many Indians believe that these spacious houses and huge factories are being built for their own sake, and the British have explicitly and implicitly indicated that they will leave the subcontinent in two or three years, and that today’s hard work will become tomorrow’s wealth for India.

It must be said that the Indians also have a patriotic spirit of ownership, at least the citizens of Calcutta, Delhi and Bombay, a few big cities, do think so now.

Although life has not improved markedly, the mental outlook has obviously changed a lot.

This day’s Mumbai newspaper, the front page headline is Fei Wenli wearing India’s traditional clothing sari photos, specifically tailored to Fei Wenli body sari, showing Fei Wenli delicate body.

Immediately after the newspaper around Fei Wenli did a follow-up report, first praised the long history of India, and then traced the ancient history of India as a textile power, the unique charm of Indian women wearing sari and so on.

The final scoop indicated that Vivienne, while trying on a sari, expressed her appreciation and admiration for the wear.

“Miss Vivienne, while trying on a sari, said she was very envious of Indian women being able to have such good looking clothes.”

Only by the time this newspaper was published, Vivienne, with the deep wishes of the Mumbai filmmakers, was already on her way to New Delhi.

In her contact with Indian filmmakers, Vivien Leigh had just mentioned that she wanted to set up an Anglo-Indian Film Association to give a voice to the actors themselves, an idea which had just come out of her mouth, and which was met with deep approval from the seniors in Bollywood.

Now the Indian film does not have such an institution, Indian film is very serious family, if Vivien Lei can use their influence to facilitate this matter, it is the best result.

With the good wishes of the Indian filmmakers, Fei Wenli showed a gesture of speaking out for the people and walked onto the train bound for New Delhi.

“Ms. Alisha, I wonder if the Viceroy who is making the decisions now will have time to meet an actor like me.” On the train, a somewhat uneasy Vivienne opened her mouth to inquire with a troubled face.

“Eh, the decision making is not necessarily the Governor, the current Governor is actually a pure military man. Usually the decision making is Sir Barron of the Governor’s Office, but from this year onwards, my boss, Mr. Alan Wilson, has led a series of plans.” Alisa answered the question with a smile.

And at the same time, she side-stepped Vivien Leigh’s idea that there should be no meeting with the Viceroy of India, but at a public reception, she might say a few words.

“Alan Wilson?” A flash of surprise passed over Vivien Leigh’s face, this was someone she had met before, right around the time of the Anglo-Soviet cultural exchange, and had been impressed.

The train stopped in New Delhi and was immediately greeted by people at the station, Vivien Leigh followed these people to the neighborhood where the British lived in New Delhi, where Alan Wilson was instructing a few of the Indian natives in moving furniture in the house that had been set up for Vivien Leigh.

“It’s really you, Alan!” Seeing this familiar face, Vivien Lei shouted out with surprise, having traveled a long way to the subcontinent, although she was well taken care of, but without a familiar person, her heart was still a bit uneasy.

Now that she saw a familiar face, Vivienne showed great enthusiasm, a stone fell to the ground in her heart, not worrying about the lingering sense of strangeness.

“Ms. Vivian, we meet again, the last time was in the middle of a visit of cultural exchange between the two countries.” Alan Wilson turned back with a warm smile and extended his hand in greeting, “Welcome to the subcontinent, are you used to it so far, if there’s anything you need, be sure to look for me.”

Vivien Leigh stated that she would never be polite and said in a nice voice, “I will definitely look for you once I need something.”

“Alan is always at your service!” Alan Wilson’s eyes lit up and leaped forward, “Miss Vivian come with me and see if this house is still satisfactory?”