Chapter 207 – Progress is Most Important

Vivienne couldn’t help but be a little irritated, how long had it been since she had been rejected? Even Prime Minister Churchill, who led the British Empire to win the World War, couldn’t even speak when he saw himself.

The Commissioner’s Assistant in front of her, however, was not interested in herself, and was actually able to put up more of a fight than Churchill, and could not help but grumble, “You are simply busier than the Prime Minister.”

“But without the rights of a prime minister.” Alan Wilson said without looking up, “Vivian, do you know what a Prime Minister does every day?”

“The newspapers keep saying that Prime Minister Churchill, who worked his ass off every day, led the British Empire to victory over the Germans.” Vivienne said with a you-don’t-fool-me look, “It seems you have a different idea.”

“There are ministers in charge of each department, those who do things are civil servants, the Prime Minister doesn’t have a specific work unit, would he be tired? Even if he’s tired, it’s for personal reasons, having to meddle in the work of hundreds of senior civil servants in Whitehall. Do you think the Prime Minister spends his days organizing documents and having meetings every moment without stopping?” Alan Wilson’s mouth took the shape of an oh and shook his head, “As a democracy, do you really believe that the leader of the British Empire, like Stalin, can meddle in any business?”

“Eh?” Vivienne’s beautiful face held bewilderment, how did she know what the state of Whitehall’s work was, he was a movie queen, not the Prime Minister’s wife, “I see that’s what the papers say.”

“That’s for sure, without the newspapers hounding politicians every day without interruption for their little insignificant contribution, they’re all but forgotten.” Alan Wilson, holding his pen in two minds, smiled at Vivienne, “Look at Mr. Churchill now, isn’t he afraid he’ll be forgotten when he fires a shot at Prime Minister Adderley every day in the House of Commons?”

“This?” Fei Wenli, who thinks she has seen a lot of battles, for the first time waded into an inept field, couldn’t help but lose her temper and muttered in a small voice, “It seems that the Anglo-Indian Actors’ Association, I’m only a nominal manipulator.”

“That’s not true, this association of yours is a civic association. It is not part of a governmental body. We don’t interfere with it, and it’s a partnership with us, the British Indian civil servants. There’s a great deal of autonomy and a lot of help from us.” Alan Wilson changed to a comfortable position, leaned back and said, “We want to borrow your influence, and you can get what you want from it, it’s just that there are too many things going on in British India at the moment, and I haven’t been able to take care of them for a while.”

“I will come to your apartment at dinner time, that time belongs to me personally.” Alan Wilson said to Fei Wenli in a serious manner, “At that time you have any request, by all means you can say, how about this, now go back and think about it.”

In the face of the international movie queen’s active show of goodwill, Allen Wilson as strong as possible, show is a great man to the national affairs of the appearance, wait until the words around the dizzy Fei Wenli turned to leave, Allen Wilson only revealed the nature of the gaze has been along with the Fei Wenli twisted posture, until Fei Wenli’s silhouette to leave, only hard to gulp a mouthful of spit.

“Hey.” Alan Wilson forced himself to calm down, and it had to be said that he did already miss the happy times in Bonn.

It was natural for a great man to put the affairs of the country first, but as a young man, he always wanted to take care of both public and private affairs when he was full of energy.

Toward evening, Alan Wilson knocked on the door of Vivien Leigh’s room with some raw materials, “This?”

“I haven’t eaten yet.” Alan Wilson said with a bitter smile, then said, “It’s cheap for you today, let you taste my handiwork.”

Building a fire and cooking, this was something foreign to Alan Wilson for most of his life, but after arriving in British India to work, he, who really wasn’t too interested in Indian food, had to start feeding himself.

In the presence of the international movie queen, the assistant to the Commissioner of British India today showed a side of himself that was not well known. By the time it got dark, a passable meal was ready.

Bring out the red wine brought, and lit a few candles, Allen Wilson sat opposite Fei Wenli, signaling that it can be opened, this atmosphere …… is very ambiguous.

Even Fei Wenli felt this, now the man in front of her and the daytime is completely different, looking at their own gaze. Also with a hint of possessiveness, she absolutely will not be wrong, this kind of gaze she is too familiar with.

“Allen, I didn’t think you had this kind of cooking skill, men who can cook are not rare.” Fei Wen Li looked around, all the aura of going to the other party’s office was gone, becoming a bit birdlike.

“It is my honor to serve a beautiful lady like you.” Alan Wilson took the initiative to pour a glass of red wine for Fei Wenli, opened his mouth and reminded, “Feel free, don’t drink too much.”

“Good.” Fei Wenli lightly sipped a mouthful of red wine, and under the candlelight, the international movie queen’s flavorfulness was undoubtedly displayed.

“Regarding the British-Indian Film Association, it’s not without resistance, you also know that the British Empire has gotten used to talking with the ship’s guns, and now that it’s just starting to use other ways of talking, it might still be a bit uncomfortable. Using movies to subconsciously influence Indians is actually a novel idea.” Alan Wilson opened his mouth to close the distance between the two sides, analyzing the current environment with an attitude of I’ll tell you about the drama.

At the same time, he also expressed his willingness to help in this matter, doing his best to make Fei Wenli’s dream come true.

Unconsciously, Allen Wilson’s hand grasped Fei Wenli’s veiled hand and no longer let go, “Vivian, you’re too beautiful.”

“Mr. Allen, are you drunk.” Vivienne tried to pull her hand back to no avail, and could only hope to respond with words, “My hands are probably the one thing I’m not happy with anymore, they’re rather large among women.”

Is that so? Alan Wilson lowered his head and rushed to kiss the back of Vivien Leigh’s hand, demonstrating his love for the international movie queen in a practical way, both of them had a little bit of wine but definitely didn’t appear to be drunk.

“Alan, I’m much older than you.” Being held by Alan Wilson, Fei Wenli, with a struggling color refused, at this time also remembered the fact that she has a married woman said, “And I have a husband ……”

This word once exported, Fei Wenli feel their back was topped, swollen Alan Wilson in Fei Wenli ear whispered, “This is British India, we are in the place where not many people know, I will not say out.”

“I ……” Fei Wenli felt the hot air in her ear, just wanted to refuse has been intercepted and picked up, the candles on the table were blown out.

Thy wife and daughter I have raised! Alan Wilson hands and feet on the hands, from after leaving the United Kingdom, has not yet carried out a domestic car test drive it, General Mountbatten look at the tight, only now there is such an opportunity, it is worth taking seriously.

This night, Vivien Leigh from Alan Wilson here, feel what is called unlimited energy, than has been close to forty years old husband, night fighting Alan, is too much impact.

Vivien Leigh, who had been feeling empty lately, had finally found fulfillment in her life and was fully committed to it.

“What about the Anglo-Indian Film Society?” Stretching out her fingers to draw circles on the chest of the man who was a dozen years younger than herself, Fei Wenli hadn’t forgotten to ask about her own affairs, “Alan, it’s not just a matter of money when actors want to be recognized by the upper class, especially in our country, and I’m not pointing any fingers, the status of an actor is nowhere near as high as it is in the United States.”

“It takes time to sink in.” Alan Wilson, whose palm had not yet left the fullness of his hand, said with a satisfied look, “In this part of British India, everything is wrapped up in me, and I will do my best to help you.”

It was indeed enough to do her best, and Vivienne couldn’t help but blush at the thought of the scene she had just witnessed, but then the idea of doing it again came to her.

The Commissioner was at his peak and naturally wouldn’t hide when he stumbled upon this, while the international movie queen was likewise at her peak and ready to pick this man-child off.

“Where did the assistant commissioner go?” Andy, who was looking for Alan Wilson, muttered from the doorway of Vivien Leigh’s apartment, “Couldn’t have gone to the palace in Hyderabad, could he?”

Andy, who was about to return to his apartment, suddenly glanced at Vivien Leigh’s apartment and sighed, “I wish I had a wife like that, hey ……”

“When my husband and I got married, only Katharine Hepburn and a few friends came.” Vivien Leigh, who was draped in a jacket, recounted her relationship experiences to Alan Wilson.

Alan Wilson listened with great interest, not feeling in the least that it was an insult to Vivien Leigh’s husband under such an occasion.

This kind of thing should be viewed fairly and objectively, although the western world is also concerned about fidelity after marriage, but if dealing with an actor, the standard can be appropriately relaxed.

“Katharine Hepburn, you say? Is she pretty?” Alan Wilson asked with interest, his mind didn’t really have an image of this actress.

“It’s not a matter of whether she’s pretty or not, she’s the rare kind that’s full of vigor, but I still beat her in the audition in the first place.” Vivienne said this filled with pride saying, “I have a good relationship with a lot of Hollywood actors, in fact if I hadn’t come to British India, I was ready to break into Hollywood.”

“We in Britain have not yet had a chance to separate ourselves from Hollywood.” Alan Wilson shook his head, “And with such vast colonies in several of our countries, at least for now, it’s still faster than the Americans if we want to spread awareness.”

The two men got up in the middle of the night to finish the uneaten scraps, not out of thrift, but with great physical exertion.

But soon Allen Wilson, who had carried out the policy of falling twice in one pit, added, “I’ll tell you about the play.”

“But it’ll have to be a good talk; there are parts of it I don’t quite understand.” Vivien Leigh responded with the same understanding, “If you don’t learn, you don’t progress.”

“Of course, progress is most important.” Alan Wilson took Vivien Leigh’s hand and the two of them headed for the bedroom.