Chapter 299: Double Happiness

Negotiations have ended, Allen Wilson and Derek’s relationship is completely to the good, U.S. Steel since the decision has been made, naturally, also want to be able to and British India, at least the current rulers of the British to make good relations.

Key politics is still the focus of Allen Wilson and Drake’s conversation, as an official, he can only talk about this, otherwise do what official na, and Derek together with business is not better?

When asked about Mexico, Derek said he did not like the neighboring country, and even many entrepreneurs believe that this country is very dangerous, it may be the second Soviet Union, and the Soviet Union next to the United States.

“Maybe things aren’t so bad.” Allen Wilson spoke up, “The Institutional Revolutionary Party is powerful and has an incredible hold on all of Mexico, but nothing is set in stone. Doesn’t Mexico have a new president in power?”

“Yes, a president who is an administrator by trade and not a previous civil war general. Called Alemán, but still a hard man to deal with judging by what he’s been saying.” Derek nodded, elsewhere the United States could care less, but Mexican affairs were something Americans had to care about, especially now that the neighboring country still seemed a bit untamed.

This was the man! This was the beginning of change in Mexico, something like is some kind of Tang Xuanzong la, Song Huizong, Han Xuandi, Qianlong, or some other character.

Alemán was to the left economically and to the right politically; he was determined to push industrialization and nationalization while resolutely suppressing unions and uniting capitalists and the middle class. He declared an anti-corruption campaign at the start of his tenure, and he himself was heavily involved in corruption.

Alemán promoted Telefónica Mexico, the representative of Mexican state-owned enterprises, which would beat Sweden’s Ericsson in its home country and become the world’s seventh largest telecom company in the twenty-first century; however, it was also a vehicle for the enrichment of Alemán and his cronies.

Alemán’s diplomatic efforts were directed against the Franco regime in Spain, and he fought for Mexico’s position at the head of the Spanish-speaking world, while at the same time, contrary to the hard-line attitude toward the United States that had characterized the post-revolutionary period in Mexico, he was very cordial toward the United States and U.S. capital.

Now Alemán has only just come to power, wait a while, American entrepreneurs will find that the benefits of this new president.

Alan Wilson made the difficult decision to go back to his apartment and cook dinner, and it looked as if nothing had changed.

The assistant commissioner of British India, still playing the role of housewife, is played.

Then packs up the dishes, sends the two actresses back, and returns after dark, opening the door with the key left to him by Greta Garbo, and proceeds to do so with no problems.

The problem arose when, after entering the apartment, Greta Garbo coughed loudly in a very uncharacteristic manner, so Allen Wilson rushed in and saw Ingrid Bergman, who had a very high presence ……

Ingrid Bergman was also looking at him, and the atmosphere was very awkward, and after a number of missed moments, Ingrid Bergman, who was the one who should have found out what was going on the most, finally bumped into him.

“I came over to fix the plumbing.” The color of the sky hid Allen Wilson’s face, at this time he deeply realized that black people are not useless, at least in this kind of occasion, no one can see that they are embarrassed.

“Oh!” A short exclamation, was Ingrid Bergman with such a complex emotion to say out, can mix Hollywood movie queen is not a waste of time, “so it is, that does not bother.”

With those words Ingrid Bergman got up and left, saying as she walked, “I hope my apartment water pipe is not broken, the quality of your project is very worrisome, how several apartments’ water pipes are broken.”

Gently I walked away, waving my sleeve without taking a cloud with me. Ingrid Bergman walked away very gently.

Alan Wilson was dumbfounded, what can be done? A good half a day instinctively used the Thirty-six Stratagems, wanting to go as the best strategy.

“What do you mean go? What’s the use of going now?” Greta Garbo’s eyes flashed with a flash of disappointment and spoke, “Can hiding solve the problem, where is your courage from yesterday? Take it out.”

“Of course I have the courage, it’s just that my brain is a bit messed up right now.” Although Alan Wilson was saying this, his tone was very weak.

Simply life is difficult, are this point is still cleaning up the scrap picked up during the day, paper shells from seventy cents a pound dropped to sixty cents a pound resulting in a sharp drop in income, almost the same situation.

“A brain fart and you just walk away?” Greta Garbo spoke nonchalantly, “Can you go back in time, back in time to correct your mistake.”

“That can’t be a mistake, can it?” Alan Wilson was an old scumbag when he opened his mouth, mainly because Greta Garbo’s tone was too blunt to be accepted.

“I can communicate on Ingrid’s side, it’s up to you.” Greta Garbo told Alan Wilson to sit down, “Like I said, I’m demanding.”

How is it that there is a feeling of host and guest in different positions, thinking so Greta Garbo pressed Allen Wilson’s head down, Greta Garbo’s fire was strong.

In order to create space to explain the misunderstanding, Allen Wilson, who had been staying put, took the two Swedish actresses out of New Delhi for a short excursion in the sight of the Viceroy’s security.

The city was out of sight; at first it was just scrub, all thick, short bushes, and the only trees were semi-wild mango trees bearing fruit the size of plums. And then the road was surrounded by taller trees.

At this time of year, the jungle is dry, waterless and dead. The trees alongside the road are tightly packed and dusty, their leaves a dusky olive green. There were no birds to be seen, just a few gray unsightly fellows hopping awkwardly under the bushes, like the infamous paintbrush.

After getting out of the car and walking two miles out, the road ends in the shallows of a small creek. The jungle here is more verdant and the trees taller because of the water.

At the edge of the stream a huge dead tree lay dead, covered with delicate orchids, and a few limes with waxy white flowers. Their odor was fragrant and strong, as if they were balsamic lemons.

Alan Wilson even had the leisure to study the cause of the tree’s death, which had nothing to do with the drought, I suppose?

For less than fifty feet away, another tree was alive and well, a linden, an arching tree six feet thick, twisted by uncountable branches like a cable twisted by giants.

The roots of the tree formed a large natural hole, beneath which was clear, turquoise, bubbling standing water. Both around and above the tree, there are luxuriant branches and leaves that block out the light, thus turning the place into a cave closed in with foliage.

But now that there was a Bodhi tree, Alan Wilson had something to say, recounting the story of the Buddha’s enlightenment under the Bodhi tree, acting as a tour guide to the history of what had happened in India.

The tall linden tree shook and boiled like a kettle was turned on, and it turned out to be a flock of green pigeons eating berries on it.

Alan Wilson gazed up at the huge green dome of the Bodhi tree and tried to make out the birds, but he could not see them at all; they were very much like the color of the leaves, and yet the whole tree was enlivened by them, and shimmered and flickered, as if the ghosts of the birds were shaking the tree.

The story about the Buddha’s enlightenment under the Bodhi tree did not attract the attention of the two Swedish actresses.

“There are others besides Vivian and you.” Ingrid Bergman didn’t care about the story of enlightenment under the Bodhi Tree, the man certainly didn’t learn anything anyway.

“It should be besides you, to be exact.” Greta Garbo gave Ingrid Bergman a look that indicated that you were the one in the minority, not the majority as one might think.

Greta Garbo had also only heard Bette Davis’ name from Alan Wilson yesterday after further questioning. It was a clear fact that all the people who had come to British India for charity on this occasion had been practically wiped out.

How could Allen Wilson tell the truth, not about such things, and even when pressed to do so, he had not divulged half a word about Hedy Lamarr, leaving Greta Garbo to believe that there was only one leak left.

“What good is he.” Ingrid Bergman said unconvincingly, “Are all the men dead?”

“You’re going back to Europe for good, maybe he can really help.” Greta Garbo analyzed with an indifferent look, “Britain’s position in Europe is there, Allen also participated in the Potsdam Conference and is familiar with many of his colleagues in the British institutions in Europe, it will be good for your career.”

Ingrid Bergman did not say a word, and in her heart she recognized that her fellow seniors had a point.

When the morning sun descended, Allen Wilson walked out of Ingrid Bergman’s bedroom, he did not yet know that this day was a double blessing for him, just as yesterday, he bragged from the bottom of his heart about Ingrid Bergman’s beauty, and finally reached his goal.

There was also good news from the US Steel side, where the Pittsburgh headquarters had approved the merger. The Mysore iron ore thing is finally a success, of course, the credit has his share.

This big deal of hundreds of millions of dollars filled Allen Wilson with a sense of accomplishment and shared it with Greta Garbo and Ingrid Bergman at the dinner table.

While Greta Garbo still had that bemused look, Ingrid Bergman’s surprise was genuine, “Hundreds of millions of dollars? That’s a lot of money.”

“Asked another way, if a hundred million dollars was compared to us ordinary women, which would you ultimately choose?” Greta Garbo caressed her cheek with one veiny hand and looked at Alan Wilson with cool eyes.

“You guys!” Allen Wilson answered decisively, only the process of shoveling food into his mouth ruined the atmosphere.

Greta Garbo’s face plummeted; if she was not mistaken, the man was telling the truth.