Chapter 277 – The Goddess Arrives

“I have literally given everything for the British Empire!” Standing in the middle of the airport, facing the blinding light, Alan Wilson yawned chaotically, his eyelids half-open as he saw the airplane land.

The British Empire’s national treasure, British India’s daughter Vivien Leigh, finally took the ordinary people’s eyes noble Hollywood actress best friend, landed in the capital of British India, New Delhi’s airport.

A number of media people were already waiting at the exit of the airport. Vivien Leigh’s trip to the United States has been seen by the Viceroy’s office as a placebo to divert the conflict from the very beginning, so even though she has left the subcontinent, every move she makes touches the hearts of the people of the subcontinent.

Returning from the United States, Vivien Leigh glowing, just out of the door, the eyes behind the sunglasses swept into the yawning Allen Wilson, behind the lenses of the eyes are full of heartache, “Every day just know work, as if British India can not leave you.”

It was good that the sunglasses, which were very large compared to the delicate face, blocked Vivien Leigh’s eyes that could talk, otherwise it might cause trouble.

The clicking of cameras and the loud cheering showed how much British India was now welcoming the return of the national treasure, and this was just the beginning, inside the airport were all British expatriates and media people, and when they got outside the airport, these dreamy lovers in the eyes of the public would realize that everything was now a small scene.

Just inside the airport, Fei Wenli has been treated no smaller than the Führer’s visit, maybe now the Führer’s visit is not as effective as Fei Wenli’s appearance, just the scene now, has let in Fei Wenli behind the Bergman, Hedy Lamarr, Garbo and other people walking off the plane shocked.

Although everyone is a star, there is no lack of bear applause and welcome moment, but there is no like now, get such a high standard of courtesy, a few people also heart happy, in addition to the performance outside, we have a similar common point, is not personally come over to set up a persona, rubbing the hotspot Well, the more sensational United States over there the more you can earn the flow, but it’s a two-month show, endure a little bit of the past.

Fei Wenli but know, can have this treatment is entirely because of that yawning man’s credit, in the process of murdering film, a group of actresses one by one and come to pick up the people to shake hands, of course, there is no less than the man behind the Indian goddess.

“Why so tired!” When Vivienne shook hands, her tone was not without reproach, and there seemed to be a bit of complaining.

“Ms. Vivian, I ran back from British Burma in a hurry.” Alan Wilson said somewhat tiredly, “Welcome back to the subcontinent, I believe the people of the subcontinent are overjoyed at the news of your return.”

The reason for Alan Wilson’s exhaustion was certainly not all about the rush, though saying otherwise lacked a hint of restraint.

As expected listening to this answer, Feiwenli did not move on the surface, but her heart was full of sweetness, just that this occasion could not linger too much, nodded and passed.

In turn and Hedy Lamarr, Joan Crawford, Bette Davis, Greta Garbo and Ingrid Bergman shook hands. I have to say that a face of overworked appearance is indeed a very good layer of protective color, and several of the stars of the play like life didn’t see the abnormality.

Simply a joke, is it in terms of acting, the glorious imperial civil servants are worse!

The next time to return to the time of the Delhi public welcome, has been in the hearts of Indians to establish a stable persona of Fei Wenli, in the middle of two hundred thousand Delhi people cheering, other Hollywood stars under the backdrop of the boundless waves of people, holding the Viceroy’s Office prepared speech, for the British Empire to pull a wave of goodwill.

Nurture the army, get Vivien Leigh to British India, is to deal with this kind of use.

The Great British Treasure also lived up to the trust of the Empire, vocalized his own in the United States, the hard work of running for British India, whenever the night is late, the thought of the people of the subcontinent is still suffering in the drought, can not help but tear up.

“Ah ……” heavy yawn, aiming at the cue board should be applauded Allen Wilson reached out his hand, even if it is physically and mentally exhausted, but also to reflect the integrity of the professional comic, leading the applause to bake the atmosphere.

As for Hedy Lamarr, Joan Crawford, Bette Davis, Greta Garbo and Ingrid Bergman, are walking on the earth of the goddess, in the United States but caring for the lives of the people of the subcontinent, and for this reason, at the expense of putting off the schedule, but also want to come over to express the fact of goodwill, Allen Wilson does not believe in it, but the Indians believe in it, and likewise caused a mountainous cheering.

“I hear the plane carries a large number of movie films made by these American stars.” Allen Wilson cocked his head at this point and inquired of Edel, the transfer secretary, “There is such a thing, isn’t there.”

“Yes, it was covered by canvas on the third plane that landed, and it must have been several tons.” Ender nodded solemnly, “Ms. Vivien Leigh’s plane was filled with nothing but luggage other than a few stars. The second plane was filled with movie professionals, and the third plane didn’t have many people on it, it was all film brought in.”

“It was so blatant that in another place it would have been enough to qualify as a cultural invasion.” Alan Wilson grimaced, oblivious to wave after wave of cheers, and said in a hushed voice, “Americans don’t look like the Americans I remember if they’re all in good fun.”

“We ban alien movies.” Ender offered with narrowed eyes, “We can definitely do that.”

“Of course we can do it, but it seems overly cautious. And it’s not exactly a handle. Might as well keep a good eye on the Americans in the Mysore Turbans.” Alan Wilson shook his head slightly, “After all, it’s our place, isn’t it normal to clean up a few distant visitors?”

“But I heard that these representatives of the American banking industry are already preparing to leave, they are going to quite a few places lately.” Edel let out a sigh of relief and said, “There doesn’t seem to be anything out of the ordinary at the moment.”

Alan Wilson knew all about it, and after these inspectors left, the main man should come.

Wilkins and these people came to British India only to confirm whether the report on the information was accurate. Once the information was true, the people who said it was true would move.

Wilkins the presence of that group of people is necessary, capital is not stupid, a penniless young man has nothing, was unprovoked, that is nothing more than a Hollywood movie among the positive energy, believe it would be stupid.

On the whole Alan Wilson was quite happy with his job as a framer, and the whole of British India had been quiet for the last month. Four years ago, in August, was the day Gandhi was released from prison.

Every year afterward there had been calls for a great all-India demonstration to be held on that day to commemorate the arrest of Gandhi on that day of the year, along with all the leaders of the Congress Party, to protest against the tyranny of the government, and to demand the immediate independence of India and the withdrawal of the British from the country.

This year there were no similar marches, and you can be sure that this year the British Indian civil servants up and down the country were indeed tossing the British India up and down the country enough to run out of steam. And of course the extra help of the drought is also to be credited.

If a little less modest, this year’s situation is really not a little good but a lot of good.

Alan Wilson has already suggested that the economic statistics for British India this year be suppressed a little lower than they really are. To prepare for next year’s upturn, the chicken is still playing, and it has to be played differently.

Gandhi and the Congress Party is also really quite busy lately, and the PML-N to discuss the disaster relief, finally after the drought improved progress. It’s also true that they don’t have time to mess with the Viceroy’s office.

Whereas pacifists are staunch monotheists, Hindus tend to believe in an infinite number of gods; whereas pacifists deny being able to represent Allah in any form, Hindus decorate their temples with many images.

Whereas pacifists occasionally offer a cow as a burnt offering to Allah, Hindus regard cows as sacred and protect them from harm.

The Pacifists believe that everyone is equal before Allah, while the Hindus have always followed a caste system that divides society into classes, with the higher classes having more religious privileges than the lower.

These two religions are arguably the least compatible religions in the world, living on the same subcontinent.

But in the post-drought negotiations, the Congress and the PMLN have only just come to a consensus, and the voices of rapprochement have gotten a lot louder. This is a crying shame.

At a time when a hundred things are going wrong and the Viceroy’s office is trying its best to prove that the situation is not a little good but a lot better, there is good news by default.

While the people of Delhi were mesmerized and basking in the glory of the Goddess of India, two British Indian bureaucrats, very incongruously, were talking about grandiose blueprints, all hidden under the din.

Next there’s the time for Vivienne to perform, to speak in the major cities of the subcontinent, and to act as the face of the British Empire. And then there’s the documentary for the American company, which, in the old days, would have been a suspected double agent.

But in British India this place, Alan Wilson how can let the Great British Treasure be aggrieved? In the afternoon in the Governor General’s residence slept, re-energized assistant commissioner inhaled a bath, will body fatigue faded, waiting for the time to leave work.

It was only at ten o’clock in the evening that the great official Allen made clear the signal of Vivien Leigh’s apartment through the telescope, and descended the stairs in a frenzy of anxiety.

Knocking the door open, Allen Wilson gasped for breath, his eyes staring straight at Fei Wenli who came over to open the door. In the doorway a man and a woman had become entangled, and by the time the door to the room was closed, dislodged clothing had appeared on the floor.

“I thought I didn’t have time to come over, seeing as you’ve been around during the day.” Feiwenli wiped a handful of wet hair, lazy voice full of pleasure, “I was in the United States but there is no shortage of sleep, which is like you are so cozy over here.”

“I can’t sleep either. A while ago I had the problem of walking in the middle of the night.” Alan Wilson, with his cigarette in his mouth, its red tip flickering in the darkness of the night, categorically denied Vivien Leigh’s unfounded speculation, although he hadn’t been without, at the time, the idea of asking Alisa to make a trip to New Delhi to help out.