Chapter 296 The Final Offer

The Great War had just passed and there was a longing for peace, but violence and hatred were brewing everywhere in India now.

The British Empire itself is emaciated and exhausted, and India is no longer a wealth, it may become a burden to them, it is no longer a hunting ground for the empire to get prey, but is becoming a hotbed of harm to the empire.

With no other audience, Alan Wilson had to make the two Nordic goddesses his audience, or else what, there was always something to talk about at dinner. Can’t talk about having children without getting married in front of Ingrid Bergman, or else the iceberg goddess near him will blow up.

“There’s not much you can manage as a colonial official.” Ingrid Bergman wondered a bit, swallowing her dumplings before saying, “Why didn’t you cook this kind of meal when they were still around.”

Greta Garbo hadn’t really been wrong about being simpler in the head, and Alan Wilson blinked, embarrassed, “The two questions are so far apart in the realm of which one do I answer first?”

“Answer the food first.” Ingrid Bergman spoke without forgetting to take a fork to the dumplings, “For the first time, I feel that tools are not as good as hands.”

“You could also learn from the Indians and just grab it with your hands.” Alan Wilson was really defeated by Ingrid Bergman, the other actresses more or less see the problem from the details, just this big Scandinavian silly girl is an exception.

In terms of the occasion, Ingrid Bergman is the most dangerous, almost caught in the present. But still ultimately found nothing, no wonder only just went to contact the director to talk about the scene, was caught by the paparazzi, not catch you catch who?

To say that Ingrid Bergman and other people the same place, is to come to British India has been more than a month, the body is inevitably a little empty, after all, is the age of need, there is no one around to love and care, there will always be a little irritable.

But for the moment it was only Joan Crawford who didn’t care, and eventually came forward, and with the first one it was inevitable that Allen Wilson’s greed would grow, like Greta Garbo’s rhetorical question, and he couldn’t say that his heart hadn’t been in it at all, that would be a lie.

Of course Alan Wilson is still hypnotizing himself, it’s all about protecting Vivien Leigh, how sad would the Great British Treasure be if she knew her true side. Though the blame wasn’t his, it was the fact that there were bad people inside the crowd.

“Finished eating, Greta, shall we go for a walk?” Ingrid Bergman annihilated the dumplings, still yelling about why Alan Wilson didn’t do it when he was fully staffed.

To put it mildly, how many packages of that? Allen Wilson would not comment on that question.

“I’m going to take a break and stay here for a while.” Greta Garbo still had that expressionless look on her face, and made an appointment with the other party to meet her in a while.

“Okay, I’ll see you in a minute.” Ingrid Bergman naturally ate and walked away without any attempt to stay and help.

Alan Wilson had already concluded that Ingrid Bergman was not fit to be a wife, or at least not thrifty enough.

“Can you take your eyes back.” Greta Garbo opened her mouth lightly as a reminder, just glancing over she could see the man’s eyes on Ingrid Bergman’s rather large buttocks.

When Greta Garbo had first arrived in the United States, she had been packaged by the company as a sportswoman because of her size. More so than her, Ingrid Bergman had been, which meant that Greta Garbo didn’t know the term real-world sharpshooter, or else she would have agreed.

“I’m a normal male, can’t I even look at it?” Alan Wilson cried and laughed as he spoke, “It’s an instinctive reaction, and I haven’t done anything.”

“You already did, on Heidi and Joan.” Greta Garbo’s gaze full of indifference looked straight at Alan Wilson, while mercilessly poking through the other party’s lies.

About Hedy Lamarr, Allen Wilson knew best, he had nothing at all, that is, this generation of popular love from the silent movie was not so infallible.

Again looking away, Allen Wilson vainly asked for advice, “Hildy doesn’t act as obvious as Joan does.”

“Don’t you know she’s not a good actress?” Greta Garbo balked, “She’s had so little exercise, always playing vase roles, where’s the pretense. Same problem as Ingrid.”

So it looks like Bette Davis’ acting is the Nambour Bay among these people, all but hiding Greta Garbo from her.

But at the same time it was not proof that he had a chance in Hedy Lamarr, even if Greta Garbo said there was only a one-hundredth of a chance, for the simple reason that people only believe what they like to believe, Alan Wilson felt it was worth a hundred percent of the effort.

Allen Wilson, who has always taken public and private affairs as his own duty, will not let his children’s private affairs delay public affairs, and vice versa, not to mention that the iron ore matter has seen the dawn of hope.

Gandhi too, almost simultaneously, made a public statement against Nehru and Patel’s analysis, “My heaven on earth will not permit the substitution of Indian soldiers for British soldiers. The country has to be protected by the army, and the morals of the nation will never be good. India should choose. If it wants to become imperialistic, then after many years India may become the fifth most powerful nation, but it will contribute nothing to the world. If it chooses non-violence as its policy, it will eventually become a first-class nation of the world and will be able to save the other oppressed peoples of the world with the first freedom.”

This was because some Patel supporters, with voices of forceful resolution of the conflict, emerged, compelling Gandhi to express his opinion for the first time on the controversy between Nehru and Patel.

It was also a warning to some people not to have a tendency to associate internal arguments with violent confrontation.

“With a leader like Gandhi, I believe the future British India will not be a challenger to the world order.” Alan Wilson happened to be holding a newspaper of Gandhi’s remarks as a way of proving to Drake that any risk was bullshit and that the Mysore iron ore mine was a very safe cash cow.

Thanks to Gandhi’s decades-long saintly persona, a man who pretends to be a saint for the rest of his life is pretty much as good as a saint, Drake had originally heard only a little bit about Gandhi, and only heard some anecdotes about Gandhi after he came to British India.

Certainly heard some, very stupid comments from Gandhi, but let’s just say, what Drake certainly couldn’t do, someone could do, and all he could say was admiration.

To Alan Wilson’s mention of India under Gandhi being very low risk, Drake was also in favor, “It’s true, a leader like Gandhi is much less risky than East Asia.”

I hope you don’t cry when you learn of Gandhi’s assassination! Alan Wilson gave Derek a pitying look, but he had already been taught by Greta Garbo’s words and made up for his shortcomings, and his powers had been taken to the next level.

Gandhi was assassinated because of the Hindu conservatives, in fact, Gandhi is also considered a conservative, only not as conservative as those conservatives, but how does the saying go, loyalty that is not absolute is absolute disloyalty. In the eyes of Hindu conservatives, Gandhi is even more hated than the PML-N.

Not to mention the fact that Gandhi had long been feuding with these conservatives over the issue of untouchability for over a decade. As soon as the partition of India and Pakistan begins and Gandhi starts calling for it, assassination is almost inevitable.

It’s not like Allen Wilson can’t help if it’s really needed, and the assistant commissioner, who has always been deeply in love with the land of India, will do anything to preserve the purity of Hinduism.

Gandhi may be the one who wouldn’t do anything about the assets acquired by the US, but Nehru could be much more powerful than Changgong.

Now the meeting between Allen Wilson and Derek to discuss hard labor took even more time than the acquisition price.

This kind of thing, loyal and honest imperial civil servants of course can not hide, must let Sir Edward know, and only Sir Edward such widely respected and loved people, can be rationally allocated this money.

This made Edward Bridges very pleased, the Empire needed such capable civil servants. One percent of the benefit fee was one million, and if the amount of the acquisition was set, then in the spirit of fairness and equity.

Of course, the two groups of civil servants in the mainland and British India are the most appropriate to share equally, which is no one can pick out the fault. Only the native share of the people less, but in fact the British India share of the people is not too many to count, very fair.

After exhorting Alan Wilson in a tone of I’ve got my eye on you, Edward Bridges quietly waited for the good news on the golf course in Scotland.

In addition to the one percent belonging to everyone, the zero point five percent belonging to the followers, Alan Wilson did not change his mind and let Vivien Leigh claim it on his behalf.

In the final days of negotiations, the two sides were deadlocked on the price of one hundred and six million dollars. Any higher or lower were not willing to budge, Drake said there was still one and a half percent of the various costs. Expenses can’t be increasing.

“I’ll report this to London.” Alan Wilson didn’t know if it felt right, but it should almost be a drop in the bucket anyway.

One hundred and six million dollars, plus one million and six hundred thousand dollars in brokerage fees, and five hundred and thirty thousand dollars in personal income. Derek rounded up for Allen Wilson, and in all, U.S. Steel was going to spend, for the Mysore iron ore mine, one hundred and seventy-six million dollars.

The British Empire turned over the Mysore iron ore mine, and all the ancillary facilities belonging to it, to U.S. Steel.

“The railroads will not do; the local railroads are owned by the Turkish state. That was the benefit given to the local Maharaja in the first place. Mr. Derek, the local stability will also have to be protected by the Maharaja of Mysore.” Alan Wilson stated that the ownership of the railroad was not in the hands of the British Empire.

“Fine!” Derek mused, always saving over twelve million dollars for U.S. Steel could actually be considered satisfactory.

Alan Wilson was also satisfied, it had been more than twenty million dollars above the domestic requirements, London should be satisfied.

Both think they are the big winner, any opponent cunning like a ghost, the same was accustomed to the foot wash. The heart can not help but have a sense of accomplishment, the United States and Britain is no more than that.