Chapter 351 The Darkly Pleased Barron

Alan Wilson also took a glass of wine, and under the inspiration of Governor Mountbatten’s diligence and frugality, and with the gesture of sharing the pain and suffering of ordinary Indians, he went to Ali Jinnah’s side to express Ali Jinnah’s gratitude for being able to come from Karachi to New Delhi.

“In fact, even if Mr. Jinnah did not come, I have absolutely no complaints, in fact it is still Karachi that is a bit safer.” Alan Wilson took the initiative to open his mouth to thank him, “The ideals of the PMLN are on Mr. Jinnah, this kind of risky move, don’t do it if it’s not necessary.”

“You seem to have suddenly become kind, this is not the Englishman I see.” Ali Jinnah clinked his wine glass with Allen Wilson and still spoke as if he had clipped his tongue as before.

Soothing the displeased looking Pamela Mountbatten, Allen Wilson explained, “Mr. Jinnah has always been like this, probably because he is used to fighting with a dominant enemy for so many years, I believe Mr. Jinnah has no malice.”

As an honest person, Allen Wilson decided to take advantage of such a good day to talk to Ali Jinnah about Tubang, born to be a laborer, ah, even when engaged to do a little insignificant work.

There wasn’t really much to say, it was just to say hello to Ali Jinnah on behalf of Ali Khan, Alan Wilson and Ali Jinnah, directly opposite the Nehru and Mountbatten couples on the other side of the room, I don’t know if it was a coincidence or symbolic in some way.

“That’s pretty much it.” Alan Wilson finished his sentence briefly and waited for the result from Ari Jinnah.

In fact, it was not the first time he had talked to Arizona about whether or not a war would break out in Kashmir for a long time, and the wording never changed; he hoped that Arizona would be prepared for war.

“Why can’t it just be allocated to Pakistan in proportion to the local population?” Ali Jinnah asked rhetorically with burning eyes, if he could have taken Alan Wilson’s words as a joke the first few times, now that it was all come to this, the issue of Kashmir had to be considered.

He was upset as to why the British were inactive on the matter, and whether they were deliberately trying to sow discord between Pakistan and India.

This is of course the correct answer, but Allen Wilson will never admit it, but just said with a difficult look on his face, “There is a group of figures in London who support Maharaja Ali Khan, and I believe Mr. Jinnah also knows that Hyderabad and the British Empire have had a relationship for hundreds of years. If we speak up for Hyderabad, the Congress Party will think we are hostile to India, then again, aren’t you PML-N also opposed to the independence of the native states?”

“The issue of the cost of ruling India is the key to you being able to become independent, and with the way things are going, the home front is no longer able to mobilize half a million expeditionary troops to come here and fight.” Alan Wilson said this with a slight lurch, “In fact, how simple my point is, there is no ability to interfere in your problems with the Congress Party anymore. Your problems will ultimately have to be solved by yourselves, it’s never a bad thing to prepare for the worst.”

“If the not-so-bright future I’m talking about does come into play, I hope Mr. Jinnah will consider Hyderabad’s position and perhaps fight for a relatively favorable outcome. After all, you are both communities of one faith.”

If the Kashmir issue triggers a war in the future, hopefully Ali Jinnah will think of his words. Not only will he think of Hyderabad’s role, but also that of Portuguese Goa.

The situation in South Asia after independence is again different from what it is now, and Pakistan’s rulers should also be pragmatic.

Don’t always think of the ugly face of the colonizer, besides, Portugal did not rule the land of Pakistan, India and Pakistan are enemy countries, solidarity with Portuguese Goa how?

Seeing Ali Jinnah nodding thoughtfully, Allen Wilson sighed, “Things have come to this situation, Mr. Jinnah think we can favor who? The Hindu population is, after all, the majority, and would normally favor the Congress Party, and if the issue of British India was easy to resolve, the Viceroy would not have been able to keep his position. But Mr. Jinnah can rest assured that the Independence Bill, based on the partition of India and Pakistan, should be published later and will not disappoint you.”

The Indian Independence Bill, which was in fact the official name of the Mountbatten Scheme, was now an unspoken matter amongst the Airdrie Cabinet, and the Cabinet Ministers who were aware of the fact of Indo-Pakistani Partition were mentally prepared for it. It all depends on when the official announcement will be made!

At this very moment, Nehru, the Deputy Prime Minister of British India, who is laughing and joking with Mr. and Mrs. Mountbatten, could never have imagined that the young couple he had come over specifically to wish them well was preparing the Congress Party’s biggest rival for early preparations, and war preparations at that.

“Gandhi didn’t come.” Ali Jinnah, who could also see Nehru, suddenly mentioned to Alan Wilson the real spiritual leader of the Congress party.

“It is better not to come; a mere mortal like me cannot understand the thoughts of a saint.” Alan Wilson shook his head instinctively, “I can’t see the point of understanding much of what he says.”

Alan Wilson referred to a recent public speech by Gandhi suggesting that the future head of India should be “a cleaning lady of untouchable origin. She is kind-hearted, incorruptible and clean.”

If he hadn’t been in British India, Alan Wilson would have wondered if Gandhi had been taken out of his life, and by someone who was still an Indo-Communist, and since when did it come down to birth to determine the head of state here.

If Gandhi really wanted to do that, he should have come to him for advice, Alan Wilson could have even helped Gandhi come up with a slogan, “The poorer you are, the more honorable you are.”

“Fair enough, I can’t get my head around that either.” Ali Jinnah joins Alan Wilson in making up the spiritual leader of the Congress Party and laughing uncontrollably at his various international-joke speeches, and there’s a happy air in the air.

It was Pamela Mountbatten who finally pulled Allen Wilson away, seeing that her fiancé had become so engrossed in the pleasures of keystone politics that she couldn’t help herself, she had to embody the role of hostess.

“Mr. Zenner, see you sometime.” Alan Wilson didn’t forget to turn around and wave his hand, knowing in his heart that the chances of the two of them seeing each other might not be much longer; Ali Jinnah had already set up the headquarters of the PMLN in Karachi and would hardly be setting foot in the Hindu ghetto.

Then he came back and stood with Pamela Mountbatten at Ali Jinnah’s side for a photograph.

The usefulness was certainly there, maybe later on he could pose as a forgotten friend of Ali Jinnah’s and be an old friend of the Pakistani people.

The two came back to receive the blessing of the Governor General’s residence of three thousand guests, as the Governor General of British India, Mountbatten also made a speech to express his happiness, starting from the ancient culture to talk about, until the splendid history.

This stage is too familiar to Alan Wilson, and the central idea that we in India are too good to be true is something he does often.

The second half was a little more normal, expressing good wishes for his daughter’s future as favorably as he did for the soon-to-be independent India.

Alan Wilson, who had been listening, had a smile frozen directly on his face, was this a wish or a curse? As favorable as it was to an independent India?

“We are God’s people, we don’t do Shiva’s business.” Pamela Mountbatten, who knew all too well how Alan Wilson viewed India, corrected her father directly on his words.

Allen Wilson nodded solemnly, yes, it was a big day, no ass talk.

Viceroy Mountbatten’s speech was finished and drew a large number of cheers straight away, mostly from Indians.

The few Indians who were silent belonged to representatives of the major native states. The British were significantly more tame, wishing for an independent India? Nice try.

The next day Allen Wilson went back to work and sent a telegram to Andrews, the Bengal administrator, mentioning spreading rumors of a conspiracy by the PML-N and the Congress to split Bengal.

In fact, this kind of thing is very simple, directly first arrest a number of people, buckle the anti-British elements of the hat heavy sentence, and then strict words to dispel the rumor that the Congress Party and the PML-N conspiracy to split Bengal on the matter of falsehood.

In fact, it was indeed a falsehood, and it was an outright case of injustice, which was not thought of until afterward when the partition of India and Pakistan officially began and the Bengalis were split in two.

Originally Alan Wilson thought that it was just a routine addition to his work when he remembered the shortcomings again. There was absolutely no thought that this would be the last expression of care for British India.

That is, until Sir Barron called him into his office and held out the telegram from London, “The Cabinet Secretary has transferred you back to work in Europe.”

“Sir Barron, I have not done my work here to the best of my ability.” Alan Wilson politely stated that he might still have things he had missed about his work, and that he might be able to add to it by staying a few more days.

“Refusing a transfer from the Cabinet Secretary would make Whitehall suspicious of your reliability.” Sir Barron did not move, “Then I shall call back that the Governor’s son-in-law refuses to return to work in Europe.”

“I never meant to do that.” Alan Wilson reached out and picked up the telegram with a respectful tone on his face, “From the time I first entered your office, I have made up my mind to serve the Empire, no matter in what capacity.”

Uh-huh? Sir Barron let out a snort and changed his attitude, “This side of the job is just waiting, no big deal, and for you, you might be able to be Undersecretary General when you go back this time. It’s always a good thing, and for your age, it’s considered very bright.”

“It’s just a bit sudden, after all, I’ve only just gotten engaged. I’ll have to speak to the Governor and his wife.” Alan Wilson was being completely honest, yesterday he would never have guessed that he had only just gotten engaged, and not even twenty-four hours later he received a transfer order from London.

Sir Barron nodded his head with a solemn look on his face, stating that it was all as it should be, and it was not until Alan Wilson left the office that the solemnity on his face stretched, in fact, there was no reluctance to part with it at all in his heart, and, it must be said, a hint of happiness.