Chapter 744: I’ve heard a lot about you

“I’m just showing the side of me that the soldiers want to show, they want to see the sexy, even nasty me.” Marilyn Monroe narrowed her eyes slightly and spoke in a smooth tone as if it had nothing to do with her.

Vivienne sighed slightly, she could hear Monroe’s sentiment, but it was something almost every actress had experienced.

“People used to use me as a mirror, they couldn’t see me, all they could see was their own lewd thoughts and then put on the mask of a decent man. Still, I’ve left autographs for quite a few female soldiers.”

Marilyn Monroe shrugged indifferently, her eyes darting to the ever receding landscape outside the window, “On a lighter note. This is the first I’ve heard of the place, but it looks pretty good, hopefully a relaxing vacation.”

The biological clock opened Allen Wilson’s eyes right on time, self-discipline was a basic quality an Imperial civil servant should have, his mind was still full of mush and Pamela Mountbatten had already brought the dental kit, before heading into the kitchen to fetch breakfast.

Pamela Mountbatten was surprised to learn that her husband had no interest in the monotony of Western food, which was probably a disadvantage of being in the colonies for so long.

The maid was responsible for the apartment’s hygiene and also prepared the food, which Pamela Mountbatten had scrutinized carefully to make sure it was reliable and would not disrupt her family.

That was for sure, being almost sixty an older woman certainly had no threatening power to the marriage of the two. Allen Wilson, though he didn’t have his age stuck so rigidly in that regard, would have to be about the same age as Garbo anyhow. But there aren’t many women like that in the world.

“Sometimes it’s not a bad thing to try more food from other cultures.” After washing up Alan Wilson pushed a bowl of soup in front of his wife and said with a caring color, “Don’t always bread sausage, sausage is still sausage even if there are ten thousand ways to do it.”

“So I don’t really agree, noodles have 10,000 ways to do it, and ultimately it’s still noodles.” Pamela Mountbatten retorted with a smile, “Isn’t that so.”

“It is, I was wrong!” Alan Wilson was stunned and decisively admitted his mistake, and that diets shouldn’t be superior or inferior.

This kind of field that can not be measured by data, he should make fewer judgments in the future, there is no standard measure of benevolence, talking about it is blowing.

“It’s good to know the mistake!” Pamela Mountbatten was quite satisfied with the outcome of this encounter and laughed happily.

Although her husband was not like many Englishmen, who took gentlemanly behavior to the surface, in many places it was engraved in his bones. To recognize in one’s heart the equal rights and interests of husband and wife was more delightful than the deliberate display of them on the surface.

At two o’clock in the afternoon, no longer like the previous period of time to put the schedule full Alan Wilson off work, home to see Pamela Mountbatten holding a telegram end to end, “What is it?”

“Something about the bio-lab, you asked me to keep an eye on it.” Pamela Mountbatten put down the telegram and opened her mouth to inquire, “Honey, why did you ask me to focus on areas that are not profitable in the short term.”

“Why do so many wealthy people make donations? It’s not really to avoid the impression of being rich for the sake of being rich.” Alan Wilson laughed once he heard this, putting down his briefcase and explaining, “But in reality, what about using foundations for the purpose of tax avoidance. Is the huge wealth to find ways to pass on, of course, I do not deny that some ordinary people will be helped as a result, so it is not exactly to say that there is no use at all.”

This method effect how to say Alan Wilson does not evaluate, but in fact there is a better way. Actually setting up a kind persona was fine though, but he didn’t seem to be as useful as the other methods.

Being on the cutting edge of technology is more able to stand up than any charity or is any donation. Musk likes to send rockets, on the one hand, maybe he does have this hobby, but sending rockets also allows him to establish the persona of a technology promoter.

His wife’s Mountbatten Group, with him on the side of the pulse not dare to say that he knows everything, but it can also be said that he probably understands the trend, it is entirely possible to take a similar route.

The future is not far from being able to call it a difficult problem, and aroused the interest of the British key political circles, one is biotechnology, the rest is an aerospace, the former research human body secrets, the latter exploring the universe.

The Mountbatten Group was able to establish the persona of being at the forefront of science and technology, which is much more brilliant than any foundation.

“The most important thing is that both industries are profitable, and leading technological progress and making money, isn’t it great?” Alan Wilson analyzed the future development route of the group for his wife with an absolutely sincere attitude.

“It looks like two laboratories will be set up, London and Perth. Should we set up one in Kuching as well?” Pamela Mountbatten said this seeking her husband’s opinion.

“Sarawak can’t take it now, we’ll talk about it later.” Alan Wilson felt that it would take a decade or eight years anyhow for education in British Malaya to develop, not yet anyway.

“Looks like I should meet with those scientists.” Pamela Mountbatten made up her mind to prepare to leave town for a while.

Allen Wilson made some sort of retention and then said, “Take Her Highness as well, I just can’t cope with it.”

“Let her stay here for now.” Pamela Mountbatten shook her head and refused, she was aware that there was a group of actresses in British Malaya right now, and her husband still had a trip to meet with these actresses to discuss cultural matters, leaving Princess Margaret behind would also prevent her husband from misbehaving, “With so many actresses here, I can’t rest assured na.”

“That’s not for you to worry about, I’ve got them all covered. Everyone loves me!” Alan Wilson boasted very exaggeratedly to himself, “I say I’m a family man, but they all love me, what can I do.”

“That’s something I don’t really believe either.” Pamela Mountbatten gave her husband a blank look, she thought it was possible if she blew some of it off lightly, and at the same time fixing it and still all loving him, unless her own husband was God, and God couldn’t do that.

Pamela Mountbatten did not know that in this part of British Malaya, her husband’s words worked better than God’s old man.

There are times when telling the truth doesn’t work, what’s wrong with the world? Alan Wilson could not stop shaking his head! Is it useful to leave Princess Margaret to watch him? Isn’t this a meat bag? Or licking the dog!

Mountbatten Group is now a two-legged strategy, the home country is important, but you need to find a reliable place to operate. Originally the UK’s tradition was Canada, but now the UK’s national strength is no match for the United States, Canada is too close to the United States.

Australia is even more distant from Britain, but it is also far from the United States, not far from where Britain still has a colony called Malaya, as long as British Malaya is not lost, the influence on Asia exists.

Alan Wilson’s choice of overseas base for his wife is now Australia, and when he last went to Perth, he also saw a large number of immigrants who had arrived in Australia in recent years, and the British beige flag flying everywhere proved it.

Together, they watched Pamela Mountbatten board the airplane, and Princess Margaret immediately called out greasily, “Brother-in-law ……”

“You still I know I’m your brother-in-law!” Allen Wilson righteously, seems to have forgotten all about the sinful hands of the previous two days, as if that person was not him.

Taking out the itinerary, Allen Wilson looked at Her Highness who was wearing a heavy load and asked, “I’m going to talk about cultural work, any interest?”

“Of course!” Princess Margaret looked like I’m a heel, proud of this public and private job.

“Then do as you’re told and don’t make a scene.” Hesitating between political risk and asking questions, Alan Wilson dropped a line indicating who of the two should listen to whom.

Recently Allen Wilson was wondering whether to set up a Commonwealth Golden Image Award or even a Golden Image Award specifically for Asia, for the yellow race to be exact.

Now that he has figured it out, there are so many ethnic cultures involved within the Commonwealth that each part is different. Australia and Canada were white countries, Africa was a black country, and Asia had the yellow race. The strict control of the awards is expected to be taken by all the white countries, and the control is not strict enough to convince each other.

The scope of the awards should be smaller, and it would be better to set up a golden statue award that includes Myanmar, Ceylon, and Southeast Asia.

Relatively regional awards are also resistant to Hollywood’s hegemony. If the UK alone is no longer able to check Hollywood’s influence, then the world should be divided into cultural regions, with a slice of the world as small as possible.

Now Alan Wilson can finally do the cultural hospitality work that he did years ago in New Delhi, in a different position, doing the same job.

The only thing that was a bit of a constraint was that there was a princess behind him, and Alan Wilson gave the princess three orders not to look for trouble.

“I absolutely obey, brother-in-law!” Her Highness, who was hugging one of the man’s arms, kept nodding her head, indicating that she was very reliable.

The current cultural reception then officially began, and bringing the princess actually had benefits, such as being more official.

“Why do you always bring the princess?” The Great British Treasure, who had one index finger hooked into the waistband of the man’s pants, was a bit repulsed by the sudden appearance of the stranger, feeling that her personal space was being compressed.

“It’s Pamela who makes her watch me!” Alan Wilson, with a half-empty cigarette in his mouth, sighed at length, “Would have liked to spend more time with you.”

But one can always find opportunities if one works for them, like now don’t the two have privacy again?

The report about Malaya’s grand welcome to the bosses of several worldwide movie and television giants, who came here, also attracted widespread attention, it doesn’t matter if the cultures are different or the races are different, the people who buy the newspaper only think that these stars are really pretty.

“That girl’s name is Natsume, as for Yachigusa Kaoru you’ve seen pictures before.” Vivienne pointed to some of the Asian actors who weren’t very put out, then pulled Monroe over to introduce her, “This is my friend, Ms. Monroe.”

“Hello, Ms. Monroe!” Alan Wilson extended his hand and shook the other’s, it was a long time coming.