Chapter 218 Precursors of Famine
“But, Mr. Allen, we are disturbed by this weakening of Hindu influence.” Congress Party representative Jindari spoke up relentlessly, clearly not appreciating Allen Wilson’s good intentions.
“Dear Mr. Jindari, what we are doing is in line with the moral standards of any country. If it doesn’t meet the standards of Hinduism, then the Indians, as a community, are quite surprising.” Alan Wilson’s face turned sunny, it was almost time to leave work and this Indian was wasting his time.
The thought of Vivien Leigh’s ripe body delayed the work of soothing, can the asshole in front of him afford to delay?
Even here to rap, really never seen such a brazen person, Allen Wilson hold back the urge to swear, nonchalantly issued an expulsion order, “You go back and tell Nehru, if you want India in front of the world, a good loss of life, you can be unforgiving of this matter, do not think that we have no way to clean up the British Empire you. You can do, but only a city, terrific is also a subcontinent, the British Empire’s land is spread all over the world, I am willing to sit here and listen to your nonsense, has been to maintain a gentlemanly demeanor, but you do not go too far.”
Alan Wilson’s instantaneous change of face made Jindari’s brown face full of incredulity, and thought he had heard wrong.
“The Congress Party is the representative of British India, Mr. Allen.” Jindari reluctantly opened his mouth to remind him.
“It depends on how the British Empire views British India, if you cooperate honestly, all is well. If we are made uncomfortable in this matter, there is not a single representative of the subcontinent, and I’m sure the PML-N and the Viceroyalty will have an easier time cooperating.” Alan Wilson stood up expansively and said, “Do you hear me? I’ve finished my words, let’s see who’s in favor and who’s against?”
Said Alan Wilson stretched out his hand, looked at his watch and said, “Off duty, the British Empire is not like some livestock that do not know tiredness, there is something to talk about later.”
Jindari, who was called some livestock, prepared to leave the Governor’s residence with dissatisfaction, and Allen Wilson also accomplished his task.
That is, there is no possibility of conceding half a point to this campaign, jokingly, this is supported by all the judicial officers of British India, concede? Concession? Concession my ass.
It is also for this reason that Sir Barron is unwilling to step in and be the villain, and can only let him, the assistant commissioner, come out and tell the Congress party that anything can be talked about, but this is a matter that will only stop when the Supreme Court wants it to stop.
Can Allen Wilson and Clarke talk it over now and get the judicial officers to stop raking in the money? It simply won’t.
There is no turning back, the number of Brahmins captured and maidens rescued will only increase, and of course some of the temple loot, the upright English gentlemen will certainly confiscate the ill-gotten gains and set aside an appropriate portion to compensate the victimized maidens.
As for how much is appropriate, this is not something that Alan Wilson can care about, he was able to persuade the Supreme Court, take out some small money to the temple maidens as compensation, but also for the greater good, the British Empire to establish a positive image, especially in front of other colonies.
Splitting a little from the proceeds to compensate the victims would have an excellent effect on the image of the British Empire, and everyone, as the cornerstone of the guardian empire, should think about the big picture and not be too selfish.
“Mr. Jindari should go back and tell Mr. Nehru that there is more than just one Congress Party in the subcontinent, and that having to embarrass everyone down the road will do no good to the Congress Party.” Looking at Jindari’s back, Alan Wilson said in a threatening tone, “The fight against the PMLN, and the fight against the Viceroyalty are two different things, and there is a big difference.”
Cabinet mission, came to British India a trip of course is not manifested in public opinion, light on the British Indian forces to appease, did not do anything else, the Cabinet mission of course has its own agenda.
Coordination and negotiation work naturally went on, and the Cabinet Mission came up with a program to solve the Indian problem.
Its core elements included a proposal for a future constitution and the composition of a constituent body. In response to this program, the Congress and the PMLN were prepared to accept it, even though they had different interpretations of some of the provisions in the program and both were dissatisfied with it.
Of course the Congress, which is significantly more powerful, backtracked before the PMLN could sink its teeth into it.
In his speech at the Congress party convention, Nehru assured some that in fact the Congress party had not accepted any program. “Unless we have decided to go into the legislative assembly,” he said.
“As far as the minority is concerned, we do not accept any interference in it from any outsider – certainly not from the British government.”
This shows that the Congress Party can change or modify the Cabinet Mission Program at will. Though these words were spoken by Nehru, the ideas were Gandhian. The impact of Nehru’s speech on Jinnah is entirely conceivable.
The greatest contribution of the Cabinet Mission to British India, so to speak, was to completely separate the PMLN from the Congress. It turned out to be only theoretically possible to remain united; now it was completely out of the question.
By this time, Allen Wilson is completely doing one day, all the funds of British India has been invested in the construction of a large, the Supreme Court of Justice officials are now enjoying the last supper.
If you can the Congress Party and the PML-N peacefully of course very good, but also can fish for a period of time, if not restive, now hit the road back to the house is not a loss, on the current situation, has not yet determined the program for the partition of India and Pakistan, the British Empire to scatter the hands and walk away, that is the end of the civil war.
If not for the fear of civil war breaking out and destroying the subcontinent’s thousands of years of tradition, such as the caste system. Alan Wilson could have shown a tougher face in front of Jindalee. But for the sake of the caste system, he only tightened up a little.
It was time for the end of the shift, and the gentlemen of the Viceroy’s House exemplified the strengths of the civilized world by never staying at their work stations for a minute.
They came out of the Governor’s House in twos and threes, and Sir Barron, of course, was among them, and on seeing Alan Wilson inquired how the talk was going.
“With regard to this rendezvous, where there is no room for concession, the Congress party certainly did not get the desired result.” Alan Wilson followed Sir Barron’s side, and answered as well.
“Well, that’s about it. Nothing really, but our Viceroy, sir, has grown tired of the hook-up between the PML-N and the Congress Party, and has been talking about wanting to leave India for the last few days.” Sir Barron smirked, not without a hint of gloating in his tone, “The Viceroy is a soldier after all, and is really out of his depth when it comes to endless negotiations and communication.”
“This is really an unexpected idea.” Alan Wilson replied absentmindedly, the next Governor, it seems to be Mountbatten!
“Forget about the Governor for now, I’m actually paying more attention to another matter.” Sir Barron didn’t notice his assistant’s absent-mindedness and turned to another topic, “According to the reports from the provinces, it seems that some signs of drought have appeared in some places, which is not good news, bearing in mind that there was a famine in British India last year.”
“It’s only May, it may be too early to say that there will be a famine, and even if there is a famine, it may not be very serious.” As soon as Alan Wilson heard this, his mind had been enlightened, famine had appeared in quite a few countries in nineteen forty-six, and the subcontinent was no exception.
It seems that in the end, he or she still does not have the template of the Chosen Son, much less the ability to change the earth’s climate change by letting out a single fart, the famine still did not arrive late, much less in absentia.
Originally some annoyed Sir Barron, listened to Alan Wilson’s words, a thought is also this reason, perhaps he is worrying about nothing, now can not be sure if there will be a famine, even if it appears, it is not necessarily serious.
Even if it is serious, he is not responsible, who can preview the future and know that the weather is bad.
Standing at the entrance of the Governor’s mansion, seeing Sir Barron’s car drive off, only then did Allen Wilson get into his own bus to deal with some personal matters, and the matter of speaking to the Queen of Shadows about the theater for the time being.
Now the demon queen, obviously to Allen Wilson in awe of a lot, the peak of the reunion let Fei Wenli excited.
“Cleopatra but gave Antony two children.” Touching Fei Wenli’s soft petite body, Allen Wilson shamelessly opened his mouth to say Cleopatra’s name, but in reality, he was talking about the actress who played the demon queen.
“Stop it, I’m alone and lonely in India, how can I explain having a child.” Vivienne gave Alan Wilson a blank look, feeling that the boy in front of her was getting too much.
“If only you were in England.” Allen Wilson nodded his head as soon as he heard this as well, sighing with regret on his face.
Fei Wen Li was just about to nod her head when she suddenly looked back and reached out to tug on Alan Wilson’s ear, “You bad thing, how dare you want me to give you a bastard child, it’s too much.”
“Just kidding, just kidding.” Allen Wilson hurriedly begged for forgiveness, stating that he was not that kind of person. But in his heart, he felt that the timing was indeed immature.
Compared to Allen Wilson’s indifferent attitude on his side, Jindalee went back to the Congress Party headquarters, met the Congress Party’s triumvirate of Gandhi, Nehru, and Patel, and explained the Viceroyalty of India’s attitude, and the entire conference room fell silent.
“Is that really what the British are saying?” Patel asked rhetorically, hearing Jindari’s words, and seeing Jindari nodding, angrily stated, “The British have never learned, how to show respect to India.”