Chapter 691: Blessings and Woes

“The smoke descended from the caps of the chimney-pipes in a light black furry shower, with soot and ash soot in the center, as large as a shaped snowflake …… to make it seem as if the sun had died.”

Since the eighteenth century, the smog that enveloped London has appeared in a variety of literary works.

There is no shortage of descriptions of this smoke as if it were a weapon of doom, and the London smog of that time has been an excellent cover for criminals to escape.

But it is not until today that the whole of London has seen the horror of the long-lasting smog enveloping the city.

This feeling can also be described in words, every London citizen feels that at this time over London, as if the sky is falling, so that this two hundred years of the world’s center of the citizens, in the middle of suffocation.

At this moment every London citizen has a kind of desperate cry, “I can’t breathe.”

And this time the smoky haze was so deadly that people kept dying as a result.

Soon the fact that London was covered with never-before-seen smog was known throughout the world.

Allen Wilson, who was glowing and pointing from Kuala Lumpur, was aware that this historic scene had occurred.

It had been written in the telegram what London currently looked like, that the smog had lasted for three days, and that the bigger problem was that no one knew exactly when this smog would clear up.

“I seem to remember that coffins and flowers are being sold out of London.” Alan Wilson muttered as he looked at the telegram, which was quite tense between the lines.

London’s funeral industry was bound to be developed for a while because of this smoke incident, when the door of his office gave a push open, and not surprisingly, it was his lovely sister-in-law, who was poking her head in.

“Sister …… Commissioner Wilson!” Princess Margaret changed her phrasing in the face of straight eyes, “What are you looking at?”

“London is experiencing smoggy weather like never before, the whole city is out of reach. The sun is blotted out.” Alan Wilson spoke with feigned sadness, “It’s a tragedy, and it’s a good thing Pamela and you aren’t on the mainland. I wanted to urge you to hurry up and return home, but as of now, the smoke hasn’t cleared and the subsequent effects don’t know how long they’ll last, so it’s safer for you to be outside.”

“So serious!” Princess Margaret took the telegram directly and read it word for word.

“That’s just in the colonies; if you were on the mainland, you’d be grabbing government documents like that without permission. It could then be controversial.” Alan Wilson said bitterly, “I actually don’t have any conditions on my side, it’s better for you to follow Pamela.”

Alan Wilson actually didn’t have half a fluctuation in his heart, even if he knew that this one incident, directly, caused a death figure of four thousand people, and the subsequent effects had tens of thousands of people related to this one incident. But this was something that had happened in history, he did not have the ability to respond to it, and personally did not have the ability to influence the earth’s climate, what could he do? Watch!

It was good that these people died a worthy death, and it was considered a good death for the free world.

The key thing is that he can start lobbying to hurry up and move the highly polluting industries around London out of London.

British Malaya is in particular need of taking on industrial transfer right now, and you can never have too much of this kind of industrial transfer. One cannot start picking and choosing now just because industrial transfer has already begun.

As a hardworking and thrifty commissioner, he must focus on every opportunity to move these industries to reliable places. There was currently no place more reliable than the colony he was running.

“I need to write a letter to Pamela, Her Royal Highness is not to return to London for the time being, the air is so bad you’ll have to go to Australia first, just in time to help me bring the letter there.”

Reliable place is there, as for reliable people, Alan Wilson is still more trust in my words and teach his wife, at present, only two people see the problem from a highly consistent point of view.

So husband and wife to be honest with each other, he will be about the promotion of industrial transfer in the letter to indicate. He has his own contacts in Whitehall, but at the same time also need Pamela Mountbatten behind the aristocracy and business contacts, which is not contradictory, can work together to promote the emergence of policy.

This is actually a wonderful opportunity for Britain, after all, how is it that such a tragic event emerges without the need for reflection and reflection? Reflection to reflection? How to deal with highly polluting industries?

There are similarities between the current British Empire and the United States in the twenty-first century, for example, the United States in the twenty-first century is full of backward infrastructure that has been in operation for most of the century, as well as the world’s most powerful high-tech industry.

Britain is in a similar situation now, partly living in the 1950s and partly in the Victorian era. Occupations like lamplighters and ice delivery men still exist in London.

In a state like the latter-day United States and the present-day United Kingdom, there is no opportunity for radical reform. Expecting slow adjustments is like expecting the Sleeping King to become a Kennedy.

If this smog event can be utilized to eliminate a number of industries that are not in line with the times, and by the way, eliminate a lot of old occupations that have been going on until the eighties, then it will not be a loss.

The Commissioner of British Malaya, at this point in time, didn’t show giddiness, all in spite of his own British citizenship.

Not to mention any sadness, even when having a meeting of the regional commissioners were all smiles and unaffected.

Now London’s living environment, probably similar to the Soviet Union’s Khrushchev straddling, although not a very socialist characteristics of the closed district, but the internal environment is actually similar, even if you live in the middle of the building, you still need to rely on fireplaces to make a fire, only a very small portion of the post-war newly built apartment buildings, only the existence of integrated heating.

In addition to London’s factories, the domestic fires of Londoners were responsible for the smog that always enveloped the city.

Alan Wilson himself had experience of domestic fires, and in those days, especially in winter, he could see pieces of small black particles drifting out of his chimney, and the whole town was like that. It was a good thing, too, that his house was the coldest in the same latitude, and never lacked a north wind.

Princess Margaret, then, had been pushed straight onto the special plane back to Australia by Alan Wilson as a messenger for once.

Pamela Mountbatten had only just returned to Perth as well, and while she was still physically able, she went to the Woomera launch site.

The Woomera Range was a joint Anglo-Australian test range, and Britain, much to its chagrin, was the most devastated country by the **German “V-1/2” missile attacks in the latter stages of World War II, but by the end of the Second World War it had received the “V-1/2” missile and any major installations, as well as the “V-1/2” missile and any major installations, as well as the “V-1/2” missile. By the end of the Second World War, Britain had very few V-1/2 missiles or any major installations, as well as very few engineers and specialists.

Despite all the disadvantages, Prime Minister Adderley ordered the construction of the Woomera launch site in conjunction with Australia, which Britain really didn’t have on its soil.

Pamela Mountbatten, after the expansion of the Australian territory, joined the launching site that Prime Minister Adderley had made possible, and built a spaceport according to the sketch of the spaceport that her husband had given her.

Even though no one knew what this seemingly useless space pad would actually do. Pamela Mountbatten got it out anyway, and this time too, just after returning to Perth, she was met at the door by Princess Margarita, who had gone and returned.

“Alan and I spoke and Ben wanted to send you back to London!” So said Pamela Mountbatten, asking her assistant Marina to telegraph to Kuala Lumpur that the Princess had arrived, and incidentally, that her husband’s space pad at the Bumiputra launch site had been built.

“He asked me to bring over a letter, but I didn’t read it.” Princess Margarita eyed Pamela Mountbatten, her eyes hovering over the other woman’s bulging belly and asked, “Almost born, right?”

“Almost, I just went back to Perth to wait for the labor, the doctor said that my fetal position is very correct, and it is considered to be not too showy among pregnant women.” Pamela Mountbatten cupped the letter in one hand while sitting down slowly to see what other whims his man had.

Husbands move their mouths and wives run their legs, Pamela Mountbatten is again showing solidarity with the Philippines through the media, helping her husband’s build the facilities he wants, and giving birth to a child, the hard work is not at all worse than Ellen Wilson.

“I actually saw some of the reports and didn’t realize it was this bad.” Pamela Mountbatten was slightly surprised, froze for a long time and laughed, “No wonder he said every time that the air in London was bad, something was bound to happen.”

“Your husband said such a thing?” Princess Margaret snapped with great consternation.

“Frequently enough, to the point that I can’t remember how many times.” Pamela Mountbatten put down the telegram, “He has always just said that the air in London is so bad that not only is it not comparable to Australia or Canada, but it is considered very bad in Europe.”

For several years she, as a wife, had heard Alan Wilson spouting off about London’s weather more than once, and this time it had come out as such a big deal that it had been spread all over the world.

Telegram among the content is actually simple, there are two main points, want to take care of these highly polluting industries and at the same time, want not to have a conflict in the occurrence of smog events, the two can not be both. This time caused such a big impact, London’s industry must be relocated.

Alan Wilson hopes to gather his own contacts in Whitehall, together with his wife’s aristocratic group and business contacts, to move some of the industries that will be phased out sooner or later, to Malaya.

Then there is the other mainstay of the smog event, the aspect of home heating, where London’s must be transformed in urban areas by converting home fires to central heating.

And if you eliminate coal, you can also promote the application of natural gas, increase and the Middle East’s economic ties, Ai Zhongtang version of shantytown renovation, is probably so a meaning.

“Zakharova contact the nobles and business partners who have business dealings with us, ask if the smoke is now dispersing, greet them, and then we are following up on this matter.” Pamela Mountbatten picked up the phone and motioned for her assistant to come in.

Opportunity always comes to those who are prepared, and Pamela Mountbatten felt that her husband was ready at all times.