Chapter 685 – Departure
As for the singing and dancing reception celebration, Allen Wilson will not participate, ready to find an opportunity to bolt, it is best to take advantage of the fact that no one is paying attention.
Sir Ismay looked at the less joyful Allen Wilson and asked with a slight shake of his head, “Allen, shouldn’t you rest for a while, seeing as you’ve been rather tired these past few days. Even on a day so worthy of celebration today.”
Allen Wilson couldn’t say that his exhaustion came from off the field, not from work, and could only speak, “A long period of busyness has a result, and for a moment I don’t know what to say.”
“I believe the Soviet Union should know the strength of the Free World by now.” Sir Ismay looked at the diplomats of the various countries and spoke with great relief, “It would certainly be a good idea to think twice before resorting to confrontation now.”
Alan Wilson admired the head of civil servants in the Foreign Office for being able to describe mutual scorn as the Soviet Union unilaterally thinking twice before acting. It exemplified the remarkable quality of an Imperial diplomat to talk nonsense with open eyes.
Bringing down a glass of whisky along with the waiter’s tray, Alan Wilson took a sip, masking his inner thoughts, and said in a nonchalant voice, “NATO does have a role to play in protecting the free world.”
He was unimpressed with Sir Ismay’s opinion, remembering that NATO was on the defensive against the Warsaw Pact for a long time. Even if NATO moved into parity later in the year as the Soviet economy came to a standstill, it was unlikely that it would be able to defeat the Warsaw Pact with a standoff in Europe.
The Soviet bloc was at a disadvantage, and according to the Soviet perspective, it was of course some traitor who had launched a back-stab against it. Just as Vietnam also back-stabbed the latter, all part of the norm in international politics.
“Really to establish superiority over the Soviets, we’ll have to pick our brains on the Asian side as well.” Alan Wilson said to his superior, and Sir Ismay nodded back after a moment’s staggering.
Britain had just begun to persuade the United States not to focus too much on the Korean War by judging that China, unlike the countries in Eastern Europe, was not under Soviet control.
Alan Wilson, of course, knew with the history in his head that Britain was right, but damn it America just wouldn’t listen. This most golden of opponents was Japan’s rebellious son, disdainful of Britain’s experience gained from successively taking down Spain, Holland, France, Imperial Russia and even Germany.
This degree of self-importance was probably fostered by Mexico and Spain. By picking up the pieces of the two world wars, the Americans now really felt that they were destined to do so.
One Korean War is not enough; only if the Vietnam War falls down once more will Americans presumably come to their senses a bit. What manifest destiny is all an illusion! The United States spent its last sober time on the Soviet Union, and never sobered up again afterward.
But it’s not easy to sow discord now, and that’s not to say the US, even the UK couldn’t have made the decision to support a country’s heavy industry. It is possible for the US to make the decision to open up markets.
And now that China is officially laying the foundation, then the US will not support another country’s heavy industry, China simply has no choice. Likewise the UK is unlikely to support China, so there is no solution to this.
You can only wait until the next stage of demand, that is, the foundation of China’s heavy industry has been laid, that time to open up the market will be useful, China will also agree.
What happens if there is no support for heavy industry to lay the foundation for this step? This as a colonial professional, Alan Wilson will be able to answer this question, probably the relationship between the British mainland and the British colonies.
Taking advantage of no one’s attention to leave Allen Wilson, did not take long to come to the conclusion that this time period to sow discord has no effect, Britain and the United States can not afford to pull together to increase the code will not open, can do each other is already the best result.
This point Britain can do, the United States is estimated to be unable to do, not even now are looking for the next battlefield.
War Soviet Union will be a long-term process, will not change because of the establishment of NATO, because a front is unable to drain the Soviet Union, as for the other short time can not open, so that can not get.
This kind of small prior was put aside by Alan Wilson, he still decided to find Greta Garbo to listen to the music first, through practice to learn that the Queen of Sweden’s lung capacity is amazing, as long as there is a basic common sense of geography can be known, if a river perennial flooding, then the land will become very fertile.
Greta Garbo blankly glanced at Alan Wilson when she heard this comment and said coldly, “That’s the sort of thing you learned in England.”
“Actually, originally I wasn’t so frivolous, but once I saw this cold and arrogant look of yours, I couldn’t help but want to mouth flowers.” Reaching out and stroking Greta Garbo’s spine, Alan Wilson spoke truthfully.
“Do you have different attitudes when dealing with different people?” Greta Garbo cocked her head, intrigued by the question.
“Uh, sort of!” Alan Wilson was caught up in a flashback to the time in Kuala Lumpur when he and Vivien Leigh, had dressed up as Antony and Cleopatra, except that the Queen of Egypt was wearing a black mourning dress. A sign of mourning for Caesar!
In the presence of Greta Garbo, Alan Wilson never seemed to be able to conceal anything, and this momentary lapse of attention was at once detected by the Queen of Sweden, and a pair of white arms seized the man’s head and pressed it down.
If it hadn’t been for Ingrid Bergman and Hedy Lamarr, who were much busier than she was, she would have been in a state of retirement. There was no way Alan Wilson would have been able to get away with it all, and the consequence of that was that he was even thinking about whether or not he would have to forgive the Dragoon Sisters?
Seeing that this pair of arms had already reached out, Allen Wilson changed the topic and said, “Honey, aren’t you going to continue shooting the movie? I feel that there is a script adaptation that suits you well.”
“Are you doing the male lead?” Greta Garbo asked back with a disinterested look on her face, “I want to be quiet right now.
“I do serve MI6, though, but as an actor?” Alan Wilson told of his difficulties, talking about the script about Zero Dark Thirty.
“As soon as I heard it, I knew it was a male-dominated movie with female characters that were either vases or still vases.” Greta Garbo was quick to make a judgment call that was spot on and admired by Alan Wilson.
The female characters in the 2007 series of films are called Bond Girls, playing female characters who are emotionally involved with James Bond. From the moment the first Bond Girl appeared on the silver screen, “Bond Girl” has become synonymous with sexiness. In the early days, Bond Girls were mostly models or unknown actresses, and their role in the movie was similar to that of a vase.
“You’re right? But a lot of actresses are in a rut, and if this script works. It might help them.” Alan Wilson had a face of holy light, even the Pope of the Illuminati wasn’t as magnificent as he was now.
He had already finished gilding the lily and got involved in the formation of NATO, then the next step was to rush back to Malaya and hurry to bring Malaya into the right track.
Greta Garbo knew this too, and for a rare moment did not look for trouble to make the man’s time in Paris easier. That day, Greta Garbo was caught up in a beautiful dream, and her life suddenly took a turn for the worse. Almost as soon as she caught a chance to be with Alan Wilson, she really couldn’t believe that she could actually have that beautiful gift.
All she wanted to do was sneak a kiss on him while the night was quiet and explore, and then tie the brightly colored silk forge he had given her in her hair. The time passed with great difficulty, and Greta Garbo was alert to the fact that the man would be leaving before long, so she waited with restlessness.
The present time belonged among her little world, spinning happily until her head was spinning. Then she lay fast and happy, almost back to her twenties.
Even Alan Wilson offered to see the rest of France, and Greta Garbo agreed. Putting on her hat and sunglasses, and braving the not inconsiderable temperatures, she and the man went out into the French countryside.
Arriving at the location of the destination. A panoramic view of it could be had from the turn in the trail. It is about three miles long and half a mile wide, shaped like a pear, with a wooded area on the right side of the lake. At the far end, a few sparse houses, each with its own platform sticking straight into the lake, at this moment, the sun is slanting in the west, through the afterglow of the western sun, it is not difficult to understand the origin of the name of this lake. The surface of the lake is a soupy gold-red color, and the breeze is like a water mirror being blown around.
The temporary lodging is at the far end, and from where they are, they can see three rows of fixed trailers at the base of the mountain, alongside long tables and gazebos for picnics. A few hundred yards away, in the midst of a pale green wood, were a number of small, neatly and exquisitely styled bungalows for temporary lodging. There was also a fence at the back, where a few horses were munching on grass. Beside the long platform by the lake, there were a few small boats moored.
It was a great achievement for Alan Wilson to make Greta Garbo, who had not been going out for years, travel, and he decided to stay here for a few days before returning to Kuala Lumpur by plane, so that he could say that he had the best of both worlds.
Rafting in a small boat, Greta Garbo took the initiative and spoke, “Looks like you’re having fun?”
“Of course, I don’t know how to swim, and I got over it by accompanying you.” Alan Wilson seemed to reply.
“Don’t you worry about that, I will, at least it turns out I’m still in good shape.” Greta Garbo took off her sunglasses as if telling the usual, “Even if you fall in the water, I can get you out at this distance.”
“I almost want to try it.” Alan Wilson said with a look of I’m a poor reader, don’t lie to me.
Greta Garbo spread a smile, because of the relationship between the usual few smiles, the smile once bloomed even more moving.
A few days later the two returned to Paris, Greta Garbo to help him pack his bags, change of clothes and carry-on supplies, and then leaned in the doorway and stretched out the palm of his hand to gesture a bit, as a farewell for Allen Wilson.