Chapter 466 Healthy Malaya Campaign

It was up to Allen Wilson to save these depraved souls from allowing themselves to wallow in a do-nothing funk of meaningless dates, parties, charity drives, various events, and weekend flights.

This resulted in them dulling their senses with whiskey, sleeping pills, quieting pills, and parties of all kinds.

Though this campaign to save the women was quite laborious for Alan Wilson to do single-handedly, he was never prepared to let anyone else do it for him, as unbelievably sincere as the heart to save the British Empire.

For the Nordic Goddess’s skepticism, Allen Wilson felt or in his own hand of orthopedic craft unloaded the bottom.

But this this can not be blamed on him, after all, come to Puerto Rico’s actresses have experienced, on the Lana Turner, Joan Bennett two people left behind is also inappropriate, as we all know, his attitude towards women is absolutely can.

It was quite a day in Puerto Rico, with Lana Turner waving to Joan Bennett from the asphalt circular driveway speckled in front of the one-story building. After getting a response, it lingered in the driveway for a moment. She took a long look at the nearby yellow rose beds, paying special attention to the row of wilted roses to remind herself.

At first she had noticed the abnormal state of the roses a few days before, but, being touched by the flowers, and associating them with herself, she had quickly forgotten about it, and had failed to notice, in the eyes of an inattentive bystander, that the outward bloom of the flowers concealed a deep-rooted inward disease, and that one could not see that there was anything wrong unless one looked closely.

She averted her eyes from the rose-bed, over the broad green lawn, through the thick layer of tufted foliage that could shut out anyone from the outside world, but not the intrusion from itself.

Not far from the beach, Alan Wilson, carrying Vivien Leigh on his back, playing recklessly in the edge-of-the-world corner of the world, was in full view of Lana Turner.

“This man is paying such a big price for Vivian, even if it were me, I wouldn’t be able to refuse.” Behind Lana Turner, Joan Bennett walked out in a cool outfit, and with a thoughtful face, she plopped down on the fence of the hotel and sighed, “But like Ingrid and Heidi, it seems like they have an unusual relationship with him as well.”

“They both seem to be returning to Europe for good.” Lana Turner sighed softly, “That’s kind of a good thing, so there will be less competition.”

“It seems like Ingrid is going to register her own movie and television company, something called Woodpecker.” Joan Bennett couldn’t help but feel a little envious, “But Lana, then again, isn’t Europe now like the time when Hollywood just appeared, when countless people were thinking of starting their own business, instead of like now, when everything is said by the movie and TV companies?”

Lana Turner’s heart fluttered as she listened, if Ingrid and Heidi both went back with that idea in mind, if they succeeded, they would be the owners of a movie giant, unlike the two of them, who were still just actors in their own right.

“You’re right, if they were also hoping for facilitation from this man, if they succeeded, they’d be like Vivian is now, with control of Barbie in their hands, and even if they weren’t actors, they’d be on par with a couple of movie studios.”

Lana Turner folded her arms in disgust and walked back to the living room porch, moving forward between the beautifully trimmed and grooved porch columns, over the tall potted silk cypresses, and into the cavernous, empty, elegant house.

She was in a resistant, resentful mood about the time before her. Once inside the kitchen, she turned off the heating stove, poured herself a steaming cup of coffee, unsweetened, and carried it toward the small, white, gum-wood dining table.

After taking the first sip of the hot coffee, she then concentrated on the ritual of opening the door for the first cigarette of the morning. After some gulping, she felt a temporary sense of solace. She continued to inhale, and her long, thin, nicotine-stained fingers, which held the cigarette, shook a little less. After a while, she crushed the half-eaten cigarette in the porcelain ashtray.

“Lana, what are you thinking?” Joan Bennett came in with a puzzled look, and looked at the ghostly-faced Lana Turner with a rather puzzled tone.

“It’s just the way we women are, when we see a strong enough man, we want to pounce on him.” Lana Turner sighed softly, “It’s not at all fair that Vivian has a company in her hands that sells millions of dollars a year, and now that Heidi and Ingrid seem to have caught on as well, and we’re still smiling along like this.”

By this time, the coffee was just a little warm, and she immediately gulped it down in one gulp. After being so armed, Lana Turner pulled Joan Bennett along with her and walked out of the hotel, and if it was indeed a treasure, it was there for the taking on sight.

Thinking back to the day when there was a breakthrough, Alan Wilson could not help but sigh, he was a humble social publican, how could he be so favored, and now I think about it is quite surprised.

The point is, he’s an Englishman, and these actresses are too politically insensitive. It could even be argued that in this time period, the United States made more minor moves against Britain than it did against the Soviet Union, except that it was all done on the sly.

Despite the loss of British India, Britain’s global empire shelf was still there, and as long as the US felt the time was right, it would always want to come over and poke and prod to see if Britain’s dream of a global empire was dead or not.

Alan Wilson still trusted Vivien Leigh more, after all, no matter what, Vivien Leigh was of British nationality. As for Lana Turner and Joan Bennett, both of whom he had in mind as potential FBI informants, the icing could be eaten, the shells had to be shot back.

“Why can’t I control myself!” As a person who thinks he wants to do great things, Allen Wilson on his own, facing the stumbling block on the road to success repeatedly failed, very bitter.

Painfully, Allen Wilson remembered his duty and, after leaving Puerto Rico, returned to the Boston Consulate and contacted Gerald Edward, the Commissioner of British Malaya.

As a diplomat with a penchant for sending telegrams, Allen Wilson had heard that there were currently Japanese women traveling to Malaya to make a living.

The question was answered in the affirmative by Gerard Edward, stating that such a trend was indeed occurring. Japan was now quite poor, and a number of women were appearing to leave their country to come to the South Seas to make a living.

“Has it brought about a flood of philandering?” Allen Wilson asked in the middle of a second telegram.

Once again received a positive answer, Allen Wilson in the telegram proposed to Gerald Edward, organized a campaign to eliminate the disease, widely publicized, and by the way, the current situation in Japan to do the truth, informed to the residents of the British Malaya colony.

Japan, which had previously clamored for the destruction of the entire nation and a decisive battle on the mainland, after announcing its surrender, the Security Division of the Police Department set up a “national agency” to mobilize manpower, material and financial resources to provide women for the occupying forces ****.

The Japanese took good care of the American troops, including nurses, homosexual soldiers, and professional staff, and attracted them to “contribute to the country” by offering favorable conditions of clothing, food, and housing.

The most arrogant right-wingers who originally clamored for war, however, profited greatly from the prostitution industry, where the price of **** was one hundred yen a time, which was twice the average monthly wage in Japan at the time, but most of it went into the pockets of these entrepreneurs and philanthropists.

It was only because of protests within the United States, and the spread of philandering among the American military, that the explicitly specialized agencies were abolished.

“Gerard, we should let the inhabitants of Malaya know exactly what is going on in Japan right now, that’s what an authoritative media should do, and as for the existence of the phthisis disease in Malaya, of course it never existed in the colonies of the British Empire, and the only reason why it exists is because it was spread by Japanese women. We are eradicating these infectious diseases through the leadership of the colonial government, and at the same time taking advantage of this campaign to be able to instill a deep-rooted impression in the local population.”

“That is, that Japan is now essentially a colony like Malaya, and one that is being retaliated against, and focusing on the fact that Japanese men watched women comforting the occupying forces will, I believe, help stabilize Malaya.”

“And we’re not lying? That’s a fact that exists, and the media should play the role of a real information carrier in this case. It would be best to find a few more Japanese women who have come to Malaya to present themselves, and don’t forget to go to the POW camps to publicize the story, and in the meantime launch a Healthy Malaya campaign, which I believe will be very effective.”

Gerard Edward, the High Commissioner of British Malaya in Kuala Lumpur, put down the telegram, picked up the phone and said, “Contact the local commissioners to count the foreign population in their jurisdictions, targeting Japanese immigrants, I want to know how many have been smuggled over.”

A few days later, Gerald Edward, in the name of the High Commissioner of British Malaya, ordered an executive order to clear the air regarding the proliferation of the externally transmitted phthisis virus in Malaya.

There were two main ethnic groups in British Malaya, the Chinese and the Pacifists, and it just so happened that both groups were very conservative in this day and age, and besides, the topic did attract enough attention from the toiling masses that it instantly became a topic of street talk.

With the fermentation of the topic, the real situation after the defeat of Japan also spread, the image of Japanese men from the vicious, would rather die than surrender the samurai, to face the U.S. occupation forces coy, offering wives and daughters of the sycophants.

Rumors that hundreds of thousands of newborn babies had been born in Japan who did not know their fathers, that Japanese women were cursing their own men in the streets, and so on, were also spreading at an alarming rate in the British Malayan colonies.

In parallel with the spread of such talk was the propaganda offensive of the British Malayan colonial government, which stamped on the image of Japan as a nation from the Light of Asia to the Shame of Asia, while at the same time branding the colonial government as responsible for combating this exotic disease.

Allen Wilson, deep in his heart, ran away to New York to be with Greta Garbo while she waited for her baby to be born. That’s all Malaya’s business, what does it have to do with him as the Boston Consul.