Chapter 597 Shedding the Light on Mountbatten

There was always something to find, and the big powers across the sea didn’t fit Allen Wilson’s definition of a third world punch-out. And it was America’s job, and for reasons of the special Anglo-American relationship, Allen Wilson couldn’t steal the show.

So Indonesia is more suitable as the object of his fist strike, at least there are still partners around the imperialist family can help, nothing to hammer Jakarta two punches, is a necessary means.

The signatures of the co-signing guarantees were sent to Kuala Lumpur from all over the world like snowflakes, Alan Wilson didn’t care at all if these signatures were genuine or not, he just needed an excuse to do it, and if the number of people was really not enough, he could sympathize with the pains of the Chinese to help with the forgeries.

But now it seemed as if it wasn’t necessary, with the real threat of repatriation, three million co-signatures seemed like a piece of cake.

“After this is done, I believe that Malaya’s development will enter the fast track time.” Alan Wilson looked at Vivien Leigh, who was attempting to work out, while supervising.

“Is this working or not? Haven’t you never been able to see the Indian way?” As a beginner, Vivien Leigh was obviously still skeptical about yoga, and with some of the poses being rather humiliating, there was even a reasonable doubt in her mind that her man was hoodwinking her.

“Then again, India’s civilization over such a long period of time can’t be all flaws, there are always some redeeming qualities.” Alan Wilson picked up the newspaper and scanned the report on the Fourth Battle, saying with a double mind.

“Like what?” Vivienne asked back, panting.

“Like your yoga right now!” Alan Wilson was the absent-minded answerer, “And, uh? Let’s see.”

Vivien Leigh had an I knew it look on her face, the man was swindling her by not even thinking about it.

“Just stick with it for now, it really helps with bodily functions, just trust me, you’ll notice the benefits after a while.” Alan Wilson put down the newspaper and began to concentrate on his supervision.

British Malaya was in the tropics after all, and it didn’t take long for Vivien Leigh’s body to be covered in a layer of sweat, and the practicing yoga national treasure felt a little overwhelmed and gasped for breath, asking to stop.

“Fine!” Alan Wilson got up and picked Vivien Leigh up, waiting for the national treasure to rest over before performing the orthopedics. He felt the benefits of practicing yoga even earlier than the person in question, and in the past few days he felt that Vivien Leigh was quite a bit lighter and softer.

After the last ball, Alan Wilson deeply realized how unprofessional the younger generation of colonists were. Sooner or later, these backwaters would regret it, and when the time came, they would surely regret that they had not raked in the money at the best of times.

As Commissioner of British Malaya, he had deep concerns about the worrying quality of the new generation of imperialist successors.

“Why do you think they can’t be like me and reflect their values with their work every day.” Alan Wilson righteously rushed at Fei Wenli, “I even work until two o’clock in the afternoon every day.”

“Honey, you’re working really hard.” With a man’s shirt draped over her body, Vivien Leigh, whose petite body had a different kind of allure, took the initiative to come over and said, “I’m going to check on my son first, and I’ll be making breakfast later.”

Just as dawn broke, Vivienne jumped out of bed, hurriedly brushing her teeth and running her hands through her hair before tucking herself into her clothes. She grabbed her shoes and socks in her hand as she walked to the door and ran downstairs barefoot.

Allen Wilson was about to leave the house and she wanted to see him before he went. For no particular reason, she just seized any time she could get alone with him. In every precious second of that time, his attention and smile were just for her.

It ended with a long deep kiss and seeing the Commissioner of British Malaya off to work, knowing that the man wore his body armor to work every day, taking it off when he arrived at the Executive Office, and would be back in the Rolls Royce Silver Soul bulletproof sedan during the afternoon hours.

For this reason Alan Wilson also said, if possible, he hoped that Vivien Lei also purchased a, careful not to be wrong well.

“I’m going back to London soon, the number of co-signers of the guarantee has been enough. I will return to London with three million two hundred thousand points of signatures and handprints to try to ask over a pardon.” Alan Wilson leaked the next part of his trip when he returned today.

“That won’t be a problem for you.” Vivienne was a little curious, “After all, it’s a civil servant that Whitehall has their eye on.”

“Nothing to do with Whitehall, mainly His Majesty the King. It may take General Mountbatten to help.” Alan Wilson shrugged, “In England nowadays, if anyone can speak to the King and the King is willing to help, it’s probably only him.”

In fact this trump card called the King had been used once by Manager Yi after Mountbatten had been Secretary of State for the Sea.

Soon after McGregor became First Sea Lord, he reprimanded Mountbatten on the spur of the moment. For some time thereafter, when the Admiralty met, Mountbatten sat at the back of the room without a word, speaking only when his part of the work was discussed.

However, there was a limit to the patience of the British Dragon. Once, he asked the Admiralty to approve the proposal of the officers and men to change clothes, McGregor delayed for various reasons, Mountbatten went directly to King George VI, asking him to put pressure on McGregor.

As a result, his proposal was approved, and the officers and men of the Royal Navy changed into the new and more beautiful uniforms. This incident left such a deep impression on all the officers of the Admiralty: Mountbatten had the killer, and although he didn’t move easily, he was ready to do so when needed.

Alan Wilson is of course very envious, Mountbatten is obviously higher than the United States of America that MacArthur do not know where to go, this may be born with a golden key, and the difference between the Netflix originator.

If Mountbatten had been at the peak of the British Empire, he could have easily overshadowed MacArthur.

About Alan Wilson will return to London with, three million two hundred thousand co-signed guarantees, to fight for the people this matter. It became the center of attention for newspapers in mainland Britain and British Malaya.

In fact, this is a good opportunity to grab the front page headlines worldwide, but imagination is not reality. The two sides, China and the United States, were doing their best to prove their ability to go toe-to-toe in the Fourth Battle of the Bulge.

MacArthur was dismissed by U.S. President Harry S. Truman’s heavy news, let Allen Wilson directly into Allen Wilson peak.

“What a pisser!” Self-styled civil servant half of the Ai half of the wall heard the news angry, rushed to the five-star emperor a scolding, venting his heart’s dissatisfaction.

Let a group of subordinates of the Executive Office face to face, also was over to report the work of the Penang Commissioner Everett in the eyes, “Commissioner, General MacArthur has been relieved of his duties, you can not need to be like this.”

“I wouldn’t scold him if he was still Commander-in-Chief, but he isn’t now.” Allen Wilson grunted and laughed, “Just a fool with no real power, I can’t do any worse than him if I go up and become Commander in Chief.”

But there is one thing MacArthur still deserves to learn, this Netflix originator’s attainments on top of inverting black and white are definitely worth learning. Exactly what he is now preparing to do.

In a sense, what Allen Wilson is doing now is pretty much the same as MacArthur leaving his men behind in the Philippines to escape and then staging the return of the king. That’s the truth of the whole storming of the POW camps. Though it’s a truth no one else needs to know.

After a loving appeal to Pamela Mountbatten, the airliner that Alan Wilson was traveling on, had landed in Kuala Lumpur, packed to the brim with the three and a half million co-signed sponsorship petitions that filled the Comet airliner.

Carrying the only passenger back home at the same time surprised the crew that came over. After all, they hadn’t seen a similar scene before, let alone experienced it firsthand.

Alan Wilson, who didn’t grab the world’s front page headlines, still enjoyed the treatment he deserved in London. Being pressed by reporters from major newspapers about the co-signed petition that was unloaded from the plane.

“It’s a huge trust.” Alan Wilson righteously faced the reporters and replied, “Perhaps we can reach a consensus on this and the imperial subjects of British Malaya, and work together to maintain local stability.”

At this point, Alan Wilson was in high spirits, finding the feeling of being half of the civil service, no longer having the frustration of being robbed of the show by Emperor Mak. Answered the question about the situation on the ground was touch and go during the month of being besieged in the administrative office.

And how he himself had negotiated with the petitioners, what kind of terms he had taken out, and what kind of assurances he had gotten.

“You asked me, to go to His Majesty the King and issue a pardon?” General Mountbatten said, with some difficulty, “There is no precedent for that; can’t you get Prime Minister Adderley to intervene on behalf of the London government?”

“My dear Secretary of State for the Sea, I was wondering how I could account for the fact that the colonial population did not recognize who the Prime Minister was without a trace?” Alan Wilson was a little embarrassed, but it had to be said.

Regarding British Malaya, there was no knowledge of the fact of who Adderley was. The influence of the so-called politicians was confined to the homeland alone, and was it to be expected that the black uncles of British Togo, would appreciate the good intentions of the Prime Minister.

This is the case in British Togo, it is more or less the case in British Malaya, the facts are what they are, and there is nothing to be avoided.

“Ten million people throughout British Malaya can now know that I am returning to London to ask for a pardon. If they’re disappointed, it’s possible the local area won’t be stabilized, on the contrary if it’s successful, most of the local problems will be solved.”

General Mountbatten nodded at first, then suddenly opened his mouth and asked rhetorically, “Are you threatening me?”

“Father, Alan didn’t mean it that way, as a matter of fact.” Pamela Mountbatten obediently opened her mouth to join in the persuasion, “In the entire British Empire, who else can be like you, able to speak to the honorable king?”

“That is a fact.” Mountbatten, hearing his daughter say so, his waist even straightened a little, with a difficult look on his face, “Maybe except for me, other people still this do not have this ability.”

Allen Wilson and Pamela Mountbatten nodded their heads with adoring faces, convinced of this well-reasoned conclusion.