Chapter 492 – The Right to Speak

“The Australians are so wary?” Pamela Mountbatten was a bit strange and looked at Alan Wilson.

“This is not surprising, people always have to have some sense of defense.” Alan Wilson shrugged his shoulders and said, “Perhaps we have intruded into the private and sacrosanct territory, causing vigilance is normal.”

In later years, it was said that the character of the Australians, somewhat close to the Americans, the five-eyed coalition is actually a repeated horizontal jump of the United Kingdom, and two small fresh dominant Canada, New Zealand, plus two rampant United States, Australia.

Stepping forward to explain the purpose of his group’s visit, the landowner’s frown stretched and changed to a welcoming tone, inviting the group, who just moments before had felt like uninvited guests, to be his guests.

Even in the most livable southeast of Australia, the conditions of existence were actually such that they were nowhere near as good as those of the not-so-distant New Zealand. This has led to farms in Australia being as far apart as the Midwest in the United States.

This is why some farm owners are very careful; the slightest thing that really goes wrong is a real scream.

Like many estates that aren’t really farms or ranches, the Cobb’s gate rests on two brick columns, large and ornate, but with no fence around it. One could enter directly from this road or from the nearby woods.

“What kind of luck am I having that I’ll be hosting a royal guest someday.” Cobo in his backpacking pants was busy entertaining the not-so-vegetarian VIPs that showed up, “I heard from some Canberra vendors that the Crown Prince and his wife came to Australia for a visit, but I didn’t expect to see them.”

“The Crown Prince couple has gone to New Zealand, this is the Crown Prince’s sister Princess Margaret.” Alan Wilson could be said to be very grandly introducing the love brain, when you think about it this drag queen should be the first time to play a positive role.

From the appearance, Princess Margaret than the Crown Prince is not at all bad, but also by the over, after being introduced, Princess Margaret is very cultured, or pretend to be very cultured to the owner of the manor Cobo greetings, nothing more than what interrupts, feel apologetic words.

“Drink the milk well, it’s very fresh.” Kobo was very hospitable, trying to entertain his guests in any way he could, having just gotten fresh milk from the manor’s cows.

“That’s really appreciated.” Alan Wilson was nothing fussy, and directly accepted the native milk ready to share with the agents following him as a way to replenish his strength.

The white man’s body was far more receptive to milk than other races, and that certainly had something to do with it. Early humans were all the same, though evolution came with genetic mutations.

Whites start out the same as the yellow race, with the lactase enzyme gradually disappearing from the body after the lactation period has passed. The body can’t accept milk, which leads to diarrhea, just like most East Asians, who can’t drink milk as water.

But five thousand years ago, a group of nomads in Eastern Europe had a genetic mutation and spread the gene, so the white community was able to drink milk as water, the side effect is that white people’s body odor is heavier than other races.

A part of the latter-day nationalists said that the white man did not evolve completely, in fact, this is the result of a genetic mutation once, but more benefits or more disadvantages, but also need a long time to verify.

Cobo Manor has a nice view, and after discussing with the two ladies, it is mainly to sympathize with the hard work of his colleagues. Alan Wilson then decided not to continue the excursion, and just be a guest at this estate, returning to Canberra before dark.

“My dear, if you are also going to sell an estate, it is better to plan now, Australia is after all vast and sparsely populated, and the stress of life is much lower than the mainland.” Alan Wilson hugged Pamela Mountbatten and let her sit on his lap, experiencing the beauty of the estate.

And the family from Cobb Manor went back to work, putting a lot of trust in these royal guests. It also gave the party a great deal of convenience to take a break from this estate.

The most relaxed person was of course Alan Wilson, who had come from a long distance to visit his fiancée, hugging her body and enjoying his already not-so-full vacation.

Through her attractive exterior, you uncovered more of what was inside her, or at least it seemed that way. If Allen Wilson wasn’t smitten with her by then, he must not have been quite enlightened, whereas Pamela Mountbatten clearly realized early on that the fascination was mutual.

“As soon as the natives confirm the authenticity of the iron ore, be it a bank or a private financing institution, a great deal of money will arrive at once, and with that money you can do anything you want.”

“All for you!” Pamela Mountbatten, who was sitting on her fiancé’s lap, immediately added when she heard the man say that.

Look at the sour stench of this love affair! Princess Margaret’s heart slandered, the sour stench is not there, to say sour that is definitely there.

“How about acquiring some newspapers?” Pamela Mountbatten took the initiative to propose, “Some things are better if we do it ourselves, we can’t think up public opinion and then manipulate it.”

As a gem taught by Alan Wilson’s words and example, Pamela Mountbatten had already lifted a finger through this one Churchill joke, which was very gratifying.

“It really should be laid out, we can’t keep having the Australians listen to the Americans. It’s all right we can still connote the Americans.” Alan Wilson was very pleased, and if there hadn’t been a light bulb, would have had to give his fiancée a deep kiss as a reward.

“Like what?” Pamela Mountbatten shook her body, adding to the acidic stench in the air.

“Like the problem that’s sure to explode in America, but can’t be solved, the ethnic problem. The problem is so difficult to solve that there is no solution except slaughter. There is no god-knows-what solution to this problem in this day and age. Unless there is another world war and all countries clean up their hidden problems.” Alan Wilson said with a sneer on his face, “America can’t solve this problem anymore, the blacks are already nearly one-tenth of the size. And as time passes, this problem will become more and more unsolvable, we can’t blame us in Britain anymore, it’s all the Americans’ own doing.”

The British Empire once banned the slave trade, and if the North American colonies had listened at the time, the number of blacks in the US wouldn’t be so high today, but it wasn’t until the eve of the Civil War, when the Americans themselves went to Africa to grab blacks and ship them to their homelands, which can’t have anything to do with the UK anymore.

Given the general environment in Australia, Pamela Mountbatten would have easily established media authority if she had been able to build up a conservative colored media conglomerate and pull the stomp on the United States I’m sure.

In fact, Australia, because of its small population, was already wary of foreign immigrants, and in later times, apart from European immigrants, the second largest ethnic group was Chinese, less than four percent. Australia has reacted significantly faster than other countries and has tightened its policy on Asian immigrants, including Chinese.

As for immigration from the Middle East, Australia has never let up, and it cannot be said that there are no pacifists in Australia, but there are basically none. It is evident that Australians are sensitive to ethnic issues.

With this kind of foundation, Allen Wilson believes that pulling the stomp on the United States with the black issue must be very effective.

“When the iron ore company is almost formed, you will say that with Australia’s geography, it is not able to leave the Asian market, but the exchange will inevitably bring about population migration, and if you want to avoid the influx of Asian communities, you have to filter this influence through a reliable place.” Alan Wilson followed the advice of his fiancée, teaching her how to have it both ways.

“That reliable place is definitely British Malaya.” Pamela Mountbatten was on point, “There’s also the power of Australia to help take control of the colony, and perhaps more, the Portuguese Timor, the Dutch New Guinea, all need the Australians’ help.”

“True, the Australians have a similar mentality to the Americans because they live alone on a continent. But in the most basic terms, Australia can never be a truly independent nation. It’s most appropriate to complement Britain’s overseas forces. In fact, deep down, Australia is extremely eager to express itself. If anyone says that the Australians are deputy sheriffs of the Pacific, it can give them a good deal of pleasure.”

“An we’ll just share power with the Australians in Southeast Asia, something the U.S. can’t do at the moment.” Pamela Mountbatten continued, following Alan Wilson’s train of thought, “The Cabinet already has contraction ideas to save money anyway, so why not let the Australians fill the vacancy.”

“Let Australia fill the vacancy and Britain can get it back someday. If we let America fill it, we won’t get it back.” Alan Wilson nudged the tip of his fiancée’s nose and opened his mouth to suggest, “Take a walk around, it’s nice over here.”

Pamela Mountbatten wants to establish a media group, Allen Wilson is of course supportive, if the Korean War breaks out, there is always a channel to prove that the so-called U.S. Army’s combat power is just that. Horizontal comparison is not as good as the British army, so that Australia does not put eggs in one basket.

So he also wanted Pamela Mountbatten to establish a media that was a conservative anti-immigrant media so that it would be easy to pull the stomp on the US.

In the evening, Alan Wilson said goodbye to the owner of Cobo Manor, thanking him for the day’s hospitality, and pulling out a bit of sterling as a thank you for the day’s interruption.

“I was actually wary of you guys at first.” Cobo, the owner of the manor, spoke with some embarrassment.

“That’s quite right, it’s not a mistake to maintain the necessary vigilance.” Alan Wilson spoke approvingly before reaching out to shake hands and say goodbye to the other man as the convoy started up and headed back to downtown Canberra.

In a few days, after the Royal Bank of Scotland’s loan came down, Pamela Mountbatten officially opened her own iron ore queen journey, of course the first deal, is to buy a few local Australian newspapers, to establish their own discourse on the iron ore report, focusing on letting Australia get rid of the hat of the iron poor, instead of talking about which piece belongs to the United Kingdom, and which piece belongs to Australia.