Chapter 596 – Diminutive is True
“Actually, three million co-signed signatures, who would go and check it?” Alan Wilson laughed out in front of Fei Wen Li full of complacency, not finding this matter difficult at all.
“Actually, the direction of this matter depends entirely on you.” Vivien Leigh wore a dawning look, then whispered, “Making me worry for nothing, you’re so bad.”
“Stalin was right in a sense when he said that the voter decides nothing and the count decides everything.” Alan Wilson was smug, “A soccer game, the ball witnesses, the side witnesses, plus the organizers, the co-organizers, all of them, all of them, all of them are my people, how are they going to fight me?”
Women should meet naked in front of men for true love, not for money. This idea has obviously become more ingrained in Vivienne since she came to Kuala Lumpur.
In fact, the two had become indistinguishable from a married couple in all but name. She was his Mrs. Wilson and was willing to keep it under wraps.
To a young mind hungry for passion and adventure, these days were not much of a life at all. Long, boring workdays were a daily grind, and Vivienne loved to enjoy the touch of a loved one, all-night dancing, fine wines, and occasional freedom.
Who made her an actress of early fame, but in Kuala Lumpur, she experienced the comfort of mediocrity. Although this life was less passionate, it was as if this was the day of dreams.
Every day, when she got up, Fei Wenli would prepare a simple breakfast, watch the man enjoy it, and then in Alan Wilson’s absence, watch the children of the two of them and wait for the busy man to return.
There was nothing really wrong with that, at least that’s what Vivien Leigh thought, the days were restful and peaceful, at least for her.
Vivien Leigh twisted her hands, letting her thoughts soar skyward. There were many places she wasn’t allowed to go, and there were many things she couldn’t do. There was only the newspaper to see what was new, to learn what was new in this place that was run by her man.
She could always see the tired figure of this man, and of course, this pretense of exhaustion was supposed to be hidden from the Queen of Shadows, but when love got the best of her, nothing was impossible.
What’s most heartwarming is that this busy man never complains, taking all the pressure in silence.
What’s there to complain about really, it’s just a matter of sweeping up the rest of the loose ends, filing away records that never see the light of day, and maintaining the apparent calm in British Malaya.
About taking advantage of the current fiasco to secretly dispose of a group of dangerous elements, how could he let the National Treasure know about it.
Something like that had happened, of course, only it hadn’t been in the papers, and what had been in the papers had been the peaceful petitions, the orderly sessions, the ones that weren’t fit to be in the papers, had been in the papers in Jakarta.
But who would believe it? Moscow is more concerned with the extraordinarily intense fourth battle, and the influence of public opinion in Jakarta alone cannot even influence Aceh, let alone Asia.
“It is perfectly normal for there to be differences in population statistics with minor errors, and I believe all parties should understand that.” Alan Wilson solemnly said to the colleagues sitting in the column, “Regarding this archive room was fire this matter, everyone also do not need to be harsh, there are always accidents in life.”
“No, of course not.” The crowd of colonial officials shook their heads, stating that this might just be life, there are times when things like this happen, and accidents are understandable and not worth looking into.
“Very well! You guys are really reliable.” Alan Wilson revealed a happy smile and turned his words around, “For the sake of the stability and order of the British Empire, we have all sacrificed too much, and London has seen it all.”
Taking the opportunity to use a big event to cover up some hidden dangers that were already there, the ones here were all old bureaucrats, unschooled didn’t need anyone to teach them.
While it may seem that Kuala Lumpur has been in the midst of a storm for some time now, only the people here know how many normally tricky things they have taken the opportunity to deal with.
Do you really think the colonizers don’t kill? It’s just that they don’t do it often enough. Whether they are pro-Soviet or pro-American, Malay or Chinese, after this, I believe they will be more reliable than before. As for the unreliable part, goodbye!
Next it was time to proceed to the music and then the dance, the joys of the colonials, not fit to be seen in public.
It was a shimmering, dazzling, fantastically arcane pageant. The St. Charles Theatre was aglow with milky-white globes hanging down from the great Gothic lampstand.
The wax on the parquet floor was so luminous that it reflected not only the warmth and softness of the columns of light, but also the gilded camellias on the columns, the crimson velvet of the stage curtains, the urn balustrades of the boxes, and the seven-stringed lyre design of the dome’s ceiling.
From the dome, iridescent colors of gold, yellow, orange, and green poured down, undulating in the steamy heat of the lights, as if in time to the waltz played by the orchestra.
The dance floor was crowded with ladies and gentlemen, and through the masks on their faces, pairs of eyes sparkled with pleasure. On this side was a lady dressed as a lady of the Middle Ages, with a draped headdress on her flowing gown. On that side there was a traveling monk with a cross hanging straight down to his knees, and his dance partner dressed as a priestess of the temple.
On the arm of another light cavalryman was a noble lady of the French Revolutionary era, with powdered hair and a red scarf tied around her neck; her golden costume glittered, and the plumes of her headdress swayed. Amidst the glittering glass gems, the real jewels still quietly emanate a restrained radiance.
The air smells of perfume, and many of the garments are usually kept in the bottom of boxes, only to be used when needed. Above the mellifluous music floated the sounds of human laughter. Beneath each nameless mask remained the usual familiar flirtatious flavor.
It was only on such occasions that Alan Wilson dared to appear with the unnoticed Great British Treasure.
“Do you have these dances often?” There was a hint of acidity in the tone of the Great British Treasure under the mask, as she associated something unnamable with this occasion.
“It’s my first time, too, and I didn’t expect it to be like this before I attended.” Alan Wilson, who had his arm around Vivien Lei’s waist, was honest and wasn’t lying, it was really his first time attending.
Just saw this scene he was also surprised, he a colonial administrator now realize, the original colonial pleasure he actually do not understand, thought that at best it is like in New Delhi, nothing to drink, exchange experience in getting money.
Who knows that the colonists are also with the times, a generation has a generation of happiness, he was in New Delhi Governor’s Office, every day to face a group of old people, and now the colonists have been young people.
As for the previous group of people, either have been promoted, or have retired to live a penniless with pension boring life. How could they know the joy of the new generation of colonizers.
“But I think the situation over in Xiangjiang is similar.” After Alan Wilson shared a dance with the national treasure, he took Vivien Lei’s small white hand and walked to a secluded corner to talk about another prosperous land.
“That’s just a small place.” Vivien Leigh was clearly not a fan of the place Alan Wilson was talking about.
“It’s the location that counts, the tribesmen of the Sahara Desert want to be British and we don’t want them yet!” Alan Wilson guffawed and said softly, “In fact, if you don’t mind, you can purchase some land in Hong Kong. Develop some real estate projects, even if you don’t develop it first, it’s good to put it in your hand first and wait for the appreciation.”
Receiving the signal of moving from one victory to another, the eyes behind Fei Wenli’s mask were full of spirituality, whispering, “I need your help again, I don’t even know what to do.”
“Nothing, you’re the mother of my son.” Alan Wilson, with his arms around the dream girl of the entire British men, had become bored with this kind of ball, and he still felt that the days of peace and quiet and sleeping with his arms around Vivienne were more suitable for him.
As the Commissioner of British Malaya, was he able to speak to the Xiangjiang side? Of course he could, the administrator of Xiangjiang was also a civil servant, and as for the Governor, it was impossible for him to personally administer the entire city.
Depending on the importance of a colony and the level of its economic development, either a governor was appointed or a commissioner was appointed. It just so happened that British Malaya was administered by commissioners.
Most of the current colonies are run by commissioners, and as for the part run by governors, most have become independent.
Like what Canada, Australia, New Zealand. Shannon is already considered one of the few places where not many governors exist.
Alan Wilson, who likes to make close women more successful, looks through the information to see how far Xiangjiang has developed while following the JS, he is already the Deputy Secretary General of the Overseas Assets Management Board, and it is not out of bounds to care.
For the Chinese community now, the most important thing is, of course, the matter of co-signing the guarantee, perhaps the lives of 30,000 compatriots are not enough to inspire the enthusiasm of the masses of melon eaters.
But another matter can do so, and that is the matter of repatriating the Chinese to make up for the mistakes made by the former commissioner. In order not to be repatriated, the enthusiasm of the Chinese in co-signing the guarantee was as high as ever.
Alan Wilson and the garrison commander, Lt. Gen. Bilton, officially announced the details of the second nuclear test in British Malaya, and the neighborhood was to be cordoned off.
The time into April, the longest fourth battle has not yet ended, the United Kingdom in British Malaya conducted a second nuclear test, the United Kingdom, the Netherlands, Portugal and Australia, at the same time issued a statement to condemn the Indonesian government of Sukarno, the violation of human rights in Aceh notice, and said that does not rule out the use of force to intervene.
In reality it didn’t, verbal intervention was possible, war costs money and quite a lot of it.
Verbal intervention saves costs and is considered to be more cost-effective, and Bibi jabbering doesn’t have to cost anything, and it also reflects the fact that I, Great Britain, am still an imperialist power, and it is used to fool the citizens of the country.