Chapter 301 – Good Brother Alan

Just because Vivienne’s IQ had gone offline for the time being didn’t mean everyone was okay with the shares being distributed. It was kinda sudden when Hedy Lamarr’s number was higher than everyone else’s.

But the people present were not idle, this doubt was put in the heart, after all, Alan Wilson is everyone’s good brother well ……

“The air in London is so bad, there is haze every year, it’s okay for others. But you’re definitely affected by it, in fact I’d recommend living somewhere with good air.”

Night, bedroom, in the middle of post-war relationship remodeling, to Feiwenli, like a wombat hanging on himself, Alan Wilson can only listen to his behavior, tilted his head and lightly kissed Feiwenli’s forehead, “There is no need to be so desperate at work, too much mental stress is not good for you, and it’s easy to age, and Vivienne would like to retain her youth for as long as possible, right? ”

Vivienne has tuberculosis, is in the middle of filming Gone with the Wind caused inhalation of dust appeared, according to the normal can be completely self-healing, just the current Hollywood, not the later Hollywood, the star is not to do whatever they want.

Now the Hollywood star is the same as another sense of the workers, to the age of Elizabeth Taylor, will not let Vivien Leigh things repeat.

High-intensity work led to Fei Wenli’s mental stress, marriage also because of the mental state led to instability.

In Vivien Leigh’s later years, the unstable mental state made this great British treasure, was seen as a crazy woman. Compared to her contemporaries, Vivien Leigh’s lifespan was too short to have been like this.

“I’m going to live somewhere else?” Vivien Leigh twisted her body and initiated a kiss, “You’ve been really good to me.”

“Everyone has a Houska in their heart, compared to you, I’m just an ordinary colonial official. There are many people like me in the British Empire, but there is only one national treasure.”

“No, there aren’t many people like you. There won’t be another person who gets paid a hundred pounds but gives away seven hundred thousand dollars to someone else.” Vivienne gagged Alan Wilson, “I used to think I was married to happiness, now I realize that happiness can’t be compared, and when it is, problems occur.”

The situation now had nothing to do with desire, it was entirely about talking, Vivien Lei was almost moved to tears as she listened to Allen Wilson’s concern for her mental state and body.

What the man said was also true, after leaving London, Vivien Leigh did feel better than before. The pain in her lungs had not returned either.

“Industry is like that, it’s a price that must be paid. So many parties want their country to become a big farm, but farms aren’t for any country.” Alan Wilson points out London’s serious pollution problems.

Not exactly a whistle blower, after all, it’s a known fact, except that no government is going to make up its mind to correct it without a major incident, unless it can’t be covered up.

This is a common problem in the world’s bureaucratic family. Chernobyl broke out in the United States, and the first reaction of the United States was also to cover it up. In Japan, pollution caused the Yokkaichi smog incident in the fifties, which took twenty years to resolve until 1979, and the number of people sickened by the contamination had reached eight hundred thousand.

Chernobyl if appeared in Japan, Japan after twenty years of inspirational governance, may have to take Godzilla swept the earth.

“You’re a civil servant, can’t you think of something?” Vivien Lei asked after hearing Alan Wilson’s words, after all, it was the capital of his country, and of course he hoped that London would get better and better.

“I’m part bureaucrat myself, what can I do. You’re a recognizable public figure, you have more ways than I do.” One hand caressing the smooth spine, Alan Wilson was full of helplessness, “Regardless of the fact that any country has a mentality of family scandal, if the haze is particularly bad one year, you’d better take the opportunity to help the citizens of London to solve the problem.”

“Carrying out your will on another occasion?” Vivienne smiled dementedly, “But I will. Shameless bureaucrats, come and conquer the national treasure of the British Empire.”

“Yes, Movie Queen.” Alan Wilson responded respectfully, he had given too much to the British Empire.

People are greedy, didn’t Rockefeller say, ninety percent isn’t enough, it needs to be one hundred percent.

Everyone’s good brother Alan Wilson, see only the remaining leakage of Hedy Lamarr, how to see how to feel uncomfortable, always want to find an opportunity to give this part-time star and inventor identity of the woman to talk about the play, so that Vivien Leigh’s group of girlfriends to go back to the best of their ability.

Aspire to be the man behind the women of Hollywood, this goal Allen Wilson feel is not excessive.

This point Fei Wenli has the deepest understanding, she has been out for half a year, according to the normal situation is supposed to be homesick, but there is a saying how to say, this is a happy place.

The Great British Treasure does not want to go home at all, if not some procedures must be returned to the country to handle, she is almost to forget about London.

As the daughter of India, widely loved by the people of India goddess, Fei Wenli want to stay in British India is also very normal, right.

After a tour of the East and West coasts, holding the power to set the itinerary of the Governor General’s Office, Alan Wilson, began to tinker with the itinerary to create a respite for himself, after all, we all live in a community, it is really not very convenient.

British India has so many monuments of civilization, what Taj Mahal, Varanasi, Vidisha are not all well, came to a trip does not leave a little footprint too bad, after all, India is also the need for a positive image of the United States, which is also the current needs of the United States.

Separate the girlfriends group, but also help Alan Wilson concentrated firepower to break through, with the British Empire from a victory to another victory.

As a master of key politics, Allen Wilson must have the ability to talk about anything and be patriotic about anything.

Regarding Hedy Lamarr’s patriotic journey, who has enough face value but lacks strength, he’ll have to think of something to do with the subject matter. Although there is not the slightest research on the movie, but the grasp of the heat Allen Wilson is first-class.

And starting from Hedy Lamarr’s personal experience, it is entirely possible to make a spy movie, adapted from Hedy Lamarr’s own personal experience, acting himself, I believe that there will be no problem of acting, right?

Take Allen Wilson, no actor playing a colonial official could have come across as more professional than the man himself.

Little by little, time passed towards 1947, arranged by loyal imperial civil servants.

Finally, in the spirit of Allen Wilson’s perseverance, Hedy Lamarr yielded to the instinctive demands of two months.

It wasn’t as easy as it appeared; Allen Wilson, who was already an expert in key politics, spoke of theater and technical patents, and his knowledge of all aspects of the subject was greatly enhanced by this reception.

He can even use sophisticated language, to any Hollywood actor fortune-telling, completely in the upper class as a cult leader, after in-depth contact, Allen Wilson realized that Hedy Lamarr is the most superstitious of these, so superstitious people are still girlfriends group of the school bully.

Although Newton was obsessed with alchemy in his later years, Allen Wilson always felt that the so-called end of science is religion is bullshit.

Hedy Lamarr’s patent on frequency hopping was solved by befriending musician George Antares. At first Lamar thought Antaeus was a glandular expert and asked him for advice on how to enlarge breasts.

The frequency hopping patent started with the topic of breast enlargement, so it was no big deal for Allen Wilson to end up there by speaking about technology patents.

Hedy Lamarr, Joan Crawford, Bette Davis, Greta Garbo and Ingrid Bergman, and Vivien Leigh spent Christmas 1946 in British India.

Other holidays could have been skipped, but Christmas was of such significance to Christendom that Allen Wilson assumed the honor of passing along several bottles of wine from the Viceroy’s residence to make sure that these distinguished guests, who had come from afar, would be made at home in New Delhi.

His drinking had also improved recently, as each one he poured down was likely to make his nights more productive, without having to work late at night while running around during the day for the future of British India.

The apartment was a pushover, and Alan Wilson was the first to go under the table, to the point of not working the next day.

The next day he woke up confused and moved his shoulders, not knowing anything about last night’s events, except that he felt sore as if he’d been beaten up, and that he hadn’t slept comfortably, and how come the rather large bed always felt cramped when he slept?

“Vivian, everyone’s drunk.” Greta Garbo explained with a straight face, “And you should also understand that everyone has been in British India for quite a long time, some needs are inevitable.”

“But, but.” Vivienne scanned the circle of suspects and said with a weakened air, “It’s too cheap.”

Greta Garbo, who was crookedly brushing her cheek, was noncommittal; it had all been cheap a long time ago, and there were no leaks.

“He won’t have any memory at all from sleeping so deeply, and no one will know if we don’t tell them.” Greta Garbo’s expression did not change from beginning to end, still the same bland look, “Everyone just don’t mention it, it’s a secret.”

The day of the return trip was then set, with the exception of Vivien Leigh who was going back to London, the rest of the group was going back to the United States. After all, more than two months had delayed everyone’s travels.

The clueless Alan Wilson, being played with, still seems like nothing, wishing these actresses better and better careers, “Oh yeah, can you leave me an autograph, I’d like to keep it, after all, you ladies have a lot of fans, and you can also use it to make capital for bragging rights in the future.”

“No problem!” Greta Garbo agreed painfully, leaving her signature first, “Mr. Allen should have more than just an autograph for bragging capital.”