Chapter 320 The Whistleblower’s Letter

“So trustworthy national entrepreneurs, isn’t it time to raise money and get ready to take over important industries in India in the future? You should also know that the Americans have purchased the Mysore iron ore mine, and truth be told, the United States is looking at more than just the Mysore iron ore mine, including, but not limited to, the industries of iron and steel, chemicals, textiles, etc., and as far as profit considerations are concerned, we should totally let the Americans take over the business, but who let us have a relationship with the Indians here, and there’s always some affection.”

“The British Empire is quite willing, to separate some of these industries out to trusted people. After all, so long a time, and the special relationship between Britain and India are the reasons for this inclination, but we can’t lose money, can we? It is always necessary to get by on price, and I hope you will not let the British Empire down.”

The most critical issue is still the question of money, feelings can be talked about, but if there is money added is not it more solid.

Mentioned the sale of iron ore in Mysore, but also to give these native Indian tycoons some motivation to raise more money, hold more industries in order to be invincible in post-independence India.

If India’s independence after he is absolutely not dare to do so, it is well known that India from the country to the individual, in business to cross the river to break the bridge is known, the national point of view of the introduction of foreign enterprises and then kill is a routine operation.

Individual level is also not trustworthy, India’s richest man, Ambani, once did a thing, the financing from Amazon, used to cooperate in the development of Amazon in India money, used to build a replica of almost exactly the same business with Amazon. And then used it to compete with Amazon on Indian soil.

That’s really using your money for your business, using Amazon’s money to build their own website and then competing with Amazon.

As for owing 10 billion dollars to the Bank of China and not paying it back, again, something the richest man in India did. It is quite rare to be the richest man in a country and still be able to do such a thing.

In other words, there is no pattern, than Jack Ma fell into the lower level, only entangled in the traditional fraud. Look at Jack Ma, the same use of the country’s money to do things for themselves, but also get a lot of fans, in the pattern of this level of high and low judgment.

In the face of Alan Wilson’s request, from the identity of the buyer saw the dawn of the monopoly capitalists of the rich and powerful, now full of energy. Just as Nehru, Patel and other senior Congress officials who watched the British going away, were stirred up inside to do something.

The opportunity has been presented in front of them and it is worth rummaging around and putting up a fight. How could they not take to it.

It was impossible to finalize anything in this one meeting, and likewise raising funds would take time, but that didn’t stop Alan Wilson from already thinking about the fruits of the harvest.

Pamela Mountbatten was walking her dog in the yard, and Allen Wilson, who had come out at lunchtime, stopped by for a breath of fresh air, and happened to come over to accompany the Vice King’s daughter.

“Finished talking so soon?” Pamela Mountbatten, who was holding a young German Shepherd, was a little surprised that this was not civil service at all.

“We can do things fast or slow, just because we generally don’t have to be in too much of a hurry doesn’t mean we won’t speed things up.” Alan Wilson said in an old-fashioned manner, “Why invite them together and not talk about them one by one? Because we are colonizers, and although we cooperate with these buyers, there is a separation in identity. Negotiating individually, these rich Indians will be suspicious in their minds, afraid that we will use the weapons in our hands to force them to do something.”

“Negotiating together is different, these rich Indians appearing together will create a sense of security with each other. I believe that after they leave, they will also study each other to make an assessment, so either it won’t work out or all these people will choose to cooperate with us.”

Pamela Mountbatten held the little German Shepherd and listened to Alan Wilson’s words, finally nodding her head, “So that’s it?”

“Of course, they can also talk, they can also be patriotic.” Reaching out, he picked up the blackback in the girl’s hand and placed it on the ground, there was still barbed wire at the edge of the yard, and the little German Shepherd stood right in the middle of it. Between him and the dog lay a new and an old barbed wire fence that ran from one corner of the yard to the other.

Next to it was a can-shaped food bowl that began to mean choice. What the double barbed wire fence between the dog and the canned food bowl had to offer was things like concentration camp rage disorder, deprivation of personal freedom. Whether it is food or barbed wire is a matter of personal choice. ,

Alan Wilson looked at the little German Shepherd who was placed on the ground, squatting honestly, and stuck out his thumb to point in the direction of the estate behind him, “Actually Pamela don’t you think, they’re like a dog.”

Was it this dog or that dog? Each dog stood right in the middle. What is driving the dogs? It can be a whip or food, and for Alan Wilson at the moment, the choice is his.

But you don’t want to turn around, there might be a dog silently tailing you.

Although Alan Wilson believes that dogs are not bad, but just need some means of training, sometimes need to be tended to, sometimes need to be scolded, but what does it matter, it is all just the way.

It was okay to treat these rich Indians this way, but Allen Wilson could never allow, other countries to treat themselves this way, so he always had a resistance in his heart to the United States.

In his memory, the Soviet Union anyway, eventually fell, a fallen country what can be feared. But the United States is different, a patriot, can not watch his own country step by step from master to dog. What blood is thicker than water, all lean back.

Meanwhile, Aung San has already departed from Rangoon has arrived in the territory of British India, waiting for the train to New Delhi, early in the morning, in the foggy shroud close to the ground, he followed the embankment of the railroad, stepping on the gravel of the pavement, so that the crowded trip of the morning train flickered from the side. There was only the desolate sight of devastation!

In fact, in terms of the pressures of life, conditions in Burma are quite a bit better than in British India, though the topmost portion can’t compare. But the Burmese at the bottom do not, like the Indians, have to think all the time about even their next meal.

After crossing a bridge, as the eye can see a coal mine. Some unnamed men were picking up cinders in the morning mist. Rope wheels were either silent in the hoisting derricks or turning above the unnamed mine. There was no cacophony. Everything was in slumber.

British India was such a paradoxical place, but Aung San had no time to think; he had made up his mind to take a hard line on the Rohingya, and no matter what, he could not let these Indians go back.

It was the Indians, there was no need to distinguish whether they were Hindus or Pacifists, in any case, it was right that they were not Burmese.

As for Alan Wilson, still talking about feelings, even if several times he wanted to get on board first and make up his ticket later. It is a wonderful thing for Indians, who can see the countdown signs for Delhi and New Delhi every time, to be content, to be free from pain, and to live a kind of uneventful day; an uneventful day in which pains and joys dare not be shouted aloud, and in which everybody walks in whispers and follows his toes.

There were times when Allen Wilson wondered if the Indians should consider, after India’s independence, offering up this plaque; anyway, the Indians what to offer, and it’s nothing to offer up one more plaque, which is also considered a precious historical artifact. Consider it as Allen Wilson’s little compensation for the recent cases of lost cultural relics around the world.

The evening walk is something Allen Wilson often does these days, eh? Apart from counting the figures of bribes with Pamela Mountbatten, this was his favorite thing to do.

The explanation Allen Wilson gave Pamela Mountbatten for accepting money like this was that he was a poor boy who was scared of being poor, had a class gap with Pamela’s family, and had always wanted to make up that gap.

“But I didn’t dare spend a dime.” Alan Wilson, as if suffering from inner torment, stated that he had taken the bribe because he wanted to give Pamela Mountbatten a bright future, although it was not so.

Do you need a reason to take a bribe in the colonies? Of course you don’t need one, but in the presence of Pamela Mountbatten, that reason is important.

For that reason Pamela Mountbatten took some initiative, and if she hadn’t braked at the end, there would have been substantial progress in the relationship between the two, which, though regrettable, Alan Wilson knew couldn’t be rushed.

Side evening, the two walked slowly through the streets and alleys, the streets of the asphalt pavement is flooded with moisture, dim street lights like blurred tear eyes in the cold wet night glittering cold light, shone on the wet pavement, and then sucked back the weak reflection of the street.

Nature’s air was something Allen Wilson cherished in a special way after his encounters with the wealthy Indians at the estate.

Pamela Mountbatten’s neck, with an additional pearl necklace, looked very pretty, especially dazzling in this dusk.

“I have to go back, or my parents will worry.” Completing the day’s journey, Pamela Mountbatten said goodbye with a bitter face.

“I’ll send you back.” Alan Wilson stared with a deep gaze for two seconds and spoke with a regretful tone.

After all, he was also a person who had acted as a rival to multiple movie queens, and although it could basically be said that it was a flop, it was still very effective when used on Pamela Montbarton.

“I know men do have needs too, but there’s no way around it now.” Pamela Mountbatten soothed softly, “Just bear with me for a little while, and we’ll be together for sure.”

“With your words, I’m relieved.” Alan Wilson said this, but a strange look appeared on his face, it seems that this is usually said by a woman to a man, how is it reversed?

But it doesn’t matter, as long as it doesn’t spoil the atmosphere on the line, Allen Wilson drove the bus to send Pamela Mountbatten back to the Governor’s Mansion, and waited until the other party entered before leaving.

At this time, the Governor of Mountbatten, is holding a letter of report, waiting for his daughter to return.