Chapter 658 – Colonial Inspection

Since the first stop was Nigeria, Alan Wilson directly extracted a few words from inside his head, Africa’s number one country in terms of population, Africa’s number one country in terms of economic output, Boko Haram and most importantly Obasanjo.

In the twenty-first century, Nigeria’s population has been 200 million, Africa’s number one population size has supported Nigeria’s economic development, as for Boko Haram’s big name is always seen on the news.

As for Obasanjo, the military strongman, he is the representative figure of Nigeria’s maintenance of wholeness. The level is at least nowhere higher than Changgong, whose only failing is that he has been taught to be a man by electoral politics.

But this man is at a far higher level than Changgong, and if he can stay with the military government model, he will either end up being overthrown by a coup, or perhaps be something like Napoleon of Africa.

Now according to time, Obasanjo shouldn’t even have a firm foothold in the military, so no need to worry for a short while.

Get rid of him and Nigeria will eventually become independent, might as well leave a positive example to defend democratic elections when the time comes. Countries that use this British electoral system are unlikely to end up being a real threat to Europe and the US anyway.

Alan Wilson has already established from history that Obasanjo is not pro-Soviet ideology, so at least it is unlikely that he will become Castro, so that it can be concluded that there is basically no threat.

Pamela Mountbatten of course does not want her husband to leave, especially to go to such a backward place, but part of the reason for this matter, the more belongs to her husband for her to eliminate the hidden danger, the final destination is Iran. She could only send her husband off with an apology, too.

“Actually, there’s one thing I want to say, I haven’t come this month. I’m going to the hospital in a couple of days to check and see.” Pamela Mountbatten blushed and talked about her premonition.

“Wow, I hope there’s good news.” Alan Wilson was overjoyed at the news and happily hugged and kissed his wife, “I have a suggestion, the air in London is so bad, you should find a place to get some rest and give our children a healthy environment.”

His wife said that she had not seen it, but Alan Wilson felt that eight or nine was not far from it, the two were back together from Kuala Lumpur, this time at least stayed for a few months time, according to common sense should also have moved.

Although she could not accompany her husband abroad, Pamela Mountbatten drove her husband to the airport, and met the rally halfway.

Alan Wilson gazed through the car window for a moment, mouth a grin sneer, “women’s movement rally, the original is the British boxer, disrespect.”

Although the rally is not large in scale, but also not to burden the boarding time, Alan Wilson still can’t help but open his mouth than chatter.

Are married for such a long time, Pamela Mountbatten has understood this man, know that his husband has not been very appreciative of the women’s movement, “What organization if you read, the bad luck days are not far away.”

“I can’t do anything about them, we’re a democracy, degree politicians have the biggest votes as far as they’re concerned.” Alan Wilson shook his head slightly, glanced at his wife and said, “Actually, it’s much easier for you to clean them up than me.”

“How’s this!” Pamela Mountbatten inquired as she drove along, she seemed to be far worse off in every way except that she was richer than her husband, and even more so in the head. She couldn’t figure out what she could do if her husband couldn’t.

“I’m a government official, and politicians don’t dare offend votes. Make those voices go away, either we transform into a Soviet-like country, or you are the only one who can have a solution.”

Alan Wilson says being a government official has limitations when it comes to confronting mass events. Taking a hard line is not out of the question, but almost no one dares to do so.

“You make it simple, set up an organization like the Women’s Movement Foundation, pay off the leaders of these women’s movements, and then after taming them with the ability of money, send these people to the Middle East to organize the development of the women’s movement.”

“And then what?” Pamela Mountbatten frowned slightly, thinking that things might not be so simple.

“Probably caught by the Arabs resorting to stoning.” Alan Wilson hemmed and hawed, boasting in an I’m-a-genius kind of way, “Of course we all know that diplomacy is no small matter, and we can’t afford to take a hard line against a country just because a few British citizens have had an accidental, isolated incident, a matter that ended up being a non-event.”

“Unsurprisingly, this will be your professional advice to the Foreign Office.” Pamela Mountbatten reacted with an I-knew-that-was-it reaction, “I think the Women’s Movement Foundation would be most appropriate to set up in Newfoundland, where no one can find out.”

“Good idea!” Allen Wilson nodded his head in deep thought, on the short trip to the airport, he realized one thing, how important it is for a couple to form a family with three views that fit together.

Allen Wilson in the waiting hall, and Pamela Mountbatten got into an argument, he personally think it is better to see his wife back, Pamela Mountbatten on the contrary, to watch him board the plane.

Next to a few Foreign Ministry aides micro-expressions constantly exchanged, really can not stand the sour smell of love.

Two hours later, a group of people have disembarked in France, which is of course justified, the current Comet airliner is more fuel-intensive, generally Alan Wilson to go to Kuala Lumpur, have to land in several airports, otherwise why is Whitehall so interested in the Persian Gulf air transit station?

But the underlying reason, or Alan Wilson’s belief that everyone should enjoy the time they still had in Africa before arriving in Nigeria, where there was little entertainment, was mainly required by his aides; he himself was indifferent.

He had arrived at the headquarters building of Woodpecker Pictures in the afternoon, and the first thing he did was to send a telegram, satiate the peace in the order of his diary, and it was only then that he was in the process of learning that Joan Bennett was in Paris.

“What’s she doing here?” In any case, Alan Wilson also and Joan Bennett have some intercourse, a little concern is normal.

“What are you so concerned about her for?” Greta Garbo asked in an indifferent tone as she slanted a glance at the man.

“My dear, your friend is my friend.” Alan Wilson stated haughtily, as a man, he had to show commitment when it was time to be committed.

“The North American box office market isn’t improving, and she’s coming over to see if there’s any chance.” Greta Garbo, in an unsympathetic Scandinavian accent, stated that the current North American box office market was rather inwardly curled, and that Joan Bennett was not willing to lie down and was looking for an opportunity.

In fact, Joan Bennett has had a window of more than a year, having last appeared on the big screen the Korean War had just begun. As for Lana Turner, another new friend from the Puerto Rico trip, she also appeared in a TV series once.

“It seems like TV shows have really hit the movie industry hard. And I’m really working on a project related to that. On the matter of promoting British influence, there are varying numbers of movie theaters planned for each of the major colonies in British Africa. Depending on the power, there are currently over a hundred planned, none of which are small projects.”

“Heh, what’s the point?” Greta Garbo skimmed her head with a rambling, disinterested look.

Snap! Greta Garbo jumped up all of a sudden, and the originator slowly withdrew his palm, muttering to himself, “I’m at least a man of equal status to you and your husband, it’s always a while since I’ve seen you, you act as if I’ve done something wrong to you, and this kind of attitude is extremely insulting to me, and it will lead to me not being able to control my hand.”

Alan Wilson could never look at pretty women with a frown on their face, and Joan Bennett wasn’t getting any younger. This year is also the same age as when Alan Wilson first met Garbo in New Delhi.

As an actress killed from the extremely harsh black-and-white movie era, Joan Bennett had similar looks to Hedy Lamarr, and belonged with Vivien Leigh as being the face of beauty accepted by the public in this era.

“I’ve had to do some research on British Africa recently, but I’ll certainly keep this in mind.” Allen Wilson made his assurances with a look of sincerity, reaching out and stroking Joan Bennett’s long hair, “Actually, the original blonde hair is fine, don’t lose your features.”

Prior to this Allen Wilson had been rejected three times, three people in the Woodpecker Studios, all refused to go to Nigeria with him because they had to take care of their children, considering the local Black Pearl, Allen Wilson put his last hope on Joan Bennett.

“Heidi is filming Legends of Sicilian Beauty, and that’s who you want me to replace.” Joan Bennett expressed misgivings about what the man was saying.

“Your hair wasn’t dyed black because of Heidi’s arrival in America, was it?” Alan Wilson, as if remembering something, said suspiciously, “That wouldn’t be surprising. But Heidi was only famous for her beauty, and her movie career didn’t go well. Vivian was much more successful than her.”

Listening to the braggadocio in the man’s mouth, Joan Bennett gave Alan Wilson a blank, smug look!

Eventually, while his assistants were already mentally preparing for the trip to Africa, Alan Wilson managed to invite a guest who, by a great coincidence, was also traveling to Nigeria. It was so coincidental that he couldn’t even explain to his aides that this woman with a sun hat and sunglasses blocking her face, who he had just met, was chatting so passionately.

“Undersecretary, you are chatting so much with a woman you just met? I wonder if there’s a trick to it?” The aides who flanked Ellen Wilson in the center wanted to make their top boss hand them a couple of tricks.

“It’s probably easier to trust because of my innate gentlemanly demeanor.” Alan Wilson waited at the exit like a full-power central air conditioner, waited until Joan Bennett’s figure appeared, and took the initiative to step forward, “Beautiful lady, let’s a few of our men escort you to your accommodation, otherwise the indigenous people over here are always less reassuring.”

“What a gentleman you are!” Joan Bennett handed over her suitcase to Alan Wilson and thanked him softly, “It’s been a memorable energy to get to know a group of diplomats on this expedition.”

Lagos was the first major city of the Nigerian colony, with a status equivalent to that of the Magic City, and the British division of Nigeria was very general, consisting of four main sections, with Lagos as the capital, on a par with the three major agglomerations.