Chapter 737 – Pamela’s Invitation

The reception was a delightful one, and considering that no invitation was extended to the Japanese, that would not be an overstatement.

Returning from the reception in his wife’s car, Alan Wilson habitually began to take stock, which Pamela Mountbatten saw and knew that her husband’s old habit had returned, “Thinking about what?”

“Thinking if there is anything left out.” Alan Wilson didn’t hide it, it had become a habit for him, as an expert in keystone politics, it was becoming instinctive.

“Are you tired of always counting every day!” Pamela Mountbatten snapped, “Don’t you have any what-so-ever important yes?”

“Does immortality count? With the current technology it’s still a little harder.” Alan Wilson with a joking color sigh, said the common wish of the powerful people in ancient and modern times.

Not to mention the successive emperors of China, many of the world’s rich and powerful in the latter days are vigorously investing in the field of biopharmaceuticals. This is certainly because everyone is afraid of death profitable, but these tycoons do not have some real ideas leak out?

Often the more powerful people are more reluctant to give up their achievements in life, and this is especially true of successive kings. It is now fourteen years until the tycoon who froze himself out. That tycoon was not the first, nor would he be the last.

“I didn’t realize you had such unrealistic aspirations.” Pamela Mountbatten was amused, the two were not too old to be thinking about such things a little too soon.

“It’s power that lasts forever.” Alan Wilson let out a long sigh, not continuing on this topic.

He didn’t leave Australia right away, but wanted to walk around, and it wasn’t to investigate any projects. Australia was the foundation of a top resource country, and developing anything was better than honestly selling mines.

That didn’t mean Australia couldn’t develop high tech, it just couldn’t consistently invest in good tech. In fact a lot of what came to be known as high tech in the beginning stages is something any country can undertake, the beginning isn’t the problem, it’s the process that’s the problem.

Let’s call that photolithography, the principle of photolithography is actually as simple as a slide projector, which is to project light through a mask with a circuit diagram onto a wafer coated with photosensitive adhesive. In the early photolithography of the sixties, the masks were one-to-one sized on the wafers, which were only one inch in size at that time.

Photolithography was not high-tech, semiconductor companies usually design their own fixtures and tools, when Japan began to enter the field of photolithography, photolithography is not at all more complex than a camera.

Later, engineers at Philips R&D Labs in the Netherlands built a machine: a machine that tried to make money as legally as printing money. What they didn’t realize was that they had created a “monster”, a machine that would do nothing but devour money for the next twenty years.

Decades of investment but no market, this is any company can not accept, but the company that persists, after a generation of investment, and ultimately the threshold is not high photolithography, into the world’s major companies rely on the source, and that time to harvest time.

That is why photolithography, and indeed the entire semiconductor industry, requires massive amounts of money and iterative technology. In fact, it is not an industry that can make money lying down, and there is no difference between the ninety-nine-six assembly line, who would not have thought that after decades of high investment and no income, it would turn into the latter days of the kind of industry that is stuck with all kinds of giants.

Alan Wilson is very clear in his heart, once you choose to grasp the semiconductor industry in the hands of the United Kingdom, then from ten years later, the United Kingdom will have to continue to invest a lot of money in this industry, at least to invest until the Thatcher era, will see some results.

Compared to decades of investment, Australia just needs to sell mines to live a good life, even if it is just the beginning of this heart, how will make this kind of hard money over time.

Pamela Mountbatten saw her husband bored, and after half a day’s thought, decided to take her husband to the Woomera launch site to visit. And of course did not forget to carry a large number of drugs, after all, this continent of Australia is like an alien world compared to other continents, and many inconspicuous things are enough to be fatal.

“That kind of cautiousness is similar to your husband.” Alan Wilson was very happy and felt that Pamela Mountbatten still had a chance to prove herself on this path of the prudent and courageous.

Close to the vermilion, close to the ink, Pamela Mountbatten is a woman he has cultivated since childhood, every time the two think alike. Allen Wilson’s heart will appear full of fulfillment.

The Woomera launch site was built by the UK in Australia, originating from the UK mainland is really not this condition. Nominally, it was a British-Australian cooperative use, but in fact Australia couldn’t do much to help other than provide the site.

Of course the UK was not a powerful presence in the rocket field, at least not compared to the US and USSR. But Alan Wilson knew that for some time after the war the United States, despite its vast funds and the technology it had plundered from Germany, did not know what use the rocket field was.

Vested interests are always conservative and far less willing than challengers to invest in new areas, this is called the advantage of latecomers.

For the US maintenance is the best way to dominate, so there is really little interest in space. This is the main reason why the USSR sent humans into space first, and it was only after Gagarin took to the skies that the US, as if in a dream, relied on the ability to pay money to catch up.

The main role of the Woomera launch site now was actually to test the UK’s missile program, in fact, London’s estimation of the pulse of missiles in the future was similar to that of the US, feeling that they should be developed, but not having figured out how yet.

“Honey, this launch center, there is no part of you.” Alan Wilson took his wife’s hand, strolling in this southern hemisphere’s only space launch site, de Havilland is now the British research missile company, Pamela Mountbatten is a share of this Comet airliner’s parent company.

“Yes, Mr. de Havilland’s project requires this launch site. And my important industry itself is in Australia.” Pamela Mountbatten, who never hid anything from her husband, said, point blank, “The project is now funded entirely by state grants, and I’m not sure if I should keep investing.”

“It’s something that’s life-saving, so of course it’s worth continuing to invest in it. As for the civilian side, it also serves a purpose.” Allen Wilson understood at first hearing that Britain still had a head full of confusion about how to dual-use military and civilian.

But it does not matter, the sky does not give birth to my keyboard warrior spouting the word of the ages as long as the night, since the Wumaila launch site and the project of this launch site has a share of his own family, he can key politics a bit.

What satellite TV, satellite phone, may not be appropriate to say now, but there is a general understanding. Wrapped up in words, aided by the name of science, pointing out a firm path of proof for his wife is still possible.

Pamela Mountbatten listened to her husband’s cloudy rhetoric, but still made a cooperative appearance nodding frequently. She was now long ago not the little girl at the time, and already knew by heart some of this man’s thoughts that were not good to say outright but wanted to accomplish their purpose.

Anyway, it was her husband, even if she didn’t hear any dry goods, as long as he felt that this field was important and needed to be developed, it was nothing to invest in it first, just as if it was buying a big toy.

“You don’t seem to believe me very much!” Alan Wilson pinched his waist not surprised, he was only unable to put the future development explicitly, how to cultivate the woman from childhood even questioned him?

“Don’t say that what you said still makes sense, it just doesn’t make sense at all, just because you’re my husband, I have to help.” Pamela Mountbatten gave Alan Wilson a blank look, and a sideways indication that she didn’t believe her husband’s wordsmithing.

“I don’t know whether to be happy or sad.” Allen Wilson frowned, directly reached out and slapped on his wife’s buttocks, snapped …… a crunch, Pamela Mountbatten almost jumped up. Left and right look red-faced whispered, “You crazy, this is a launch site, was no one saw how to do.”

“What’s wrong with seeing? You are my wife!” Alan Wilson forty-five degree angle looking up at the starry sky, as if the sun and moon flow in the eyes, a look of the top of the sky and proud color, really want to shout out, the key to ……

Australia is in the middle of summer, still much more comfortable than the climate of Malaya, the two decided to go around, stayed in the middle of an estate in Perth, Pamela Mountbatten’s footsteps echoed in the halls, gazing at the black bun on the head of the lead maid, but her heart was focused on carefully taking each step, teasing her cold limbs with warm reassurance.

Numerous servants came and went through the beautifully appointed halls, their plain clothes reminding her of costumes she had seen in plays.

“I really didn’t realize that you and the Princess were in Australia, living almost a nineteenth century life.” Alan Wilson felt out of place even though he was the husband of the owner of this estate.

Alan Wilson imagined what he would be like if he were an English aristocrat, he would be a dandy with a greasy head and gorgeous clothes and jewelry to hide the fact that he had been drinking to excess.

He couldn’t help grinning at the thought, he had decided that it would be better to return to Kuala Lumpur at once to benefit the Imperial subjects of Malaya. He really didn’t expect that Pamela Mountbatten would take those preoccupations of domestic gulags and bring them to Australia, as if many Australians still ate them up.

“Margaret is a princess, always following me around, I always have to think about her.” Pamela Mountbatten denied that she was indulging in a false and luxurious aristocratic life, stating that this was all for the sake of letting Her Royal Highness, don’t forget the court etiquette when you’re away for a long time.

Alan Wilson gave his wife a suspicious look, tentatively believing the explanation, and nodded, “I told you you weren’t like that.”

“But a dance isn’t relevant to red tape, is it?” Pamela Mountbatten offered the invitation, looking at her husband expectantly as she perked up and snickered inwardly. She would curtsy gracefully and he would glance at her absently before extending his cropped gloved hand.