Chapter 782 – Internal Conflict in the Conservative Party

“One more kiss and I’ll find time to visit you and the baby.” Allen Wilson, who was holding Vivien Leigh in his arms, bowed his head slightly and gave a parting kiss, leaving the happy-faced National Treasure waving behind him.

A few minutes later, the passenger ship docked, Allen Wilson said as he disembarked, “I’ll go to the Executive Office first, notify the Far East Joint Warfare Command, take out a filed plan, use the French evacuation of North Vietnam as a blueprint, assess the major cities of British Malaya, be sure to mark in detail, where to implement blasting, how to destroy the development potential of the colony. ”

“I understand, Commissioner!” Radwick said, following Alan Wilson’s lead, “But ultimately, you’ll have to do it yourself, I’m just informing the command.”

“No problem.” Getting off the ship and walking to the car, Allen Wilson turned back and promised, British Malaya is not Xiangjiang, he is the High Commissioner not the Governor of Hong Kong, this matter has to be discussed, he is not Cromwell.

To be able to speak with the Far East Joint Operations Command, not his power to cover, entirely because of the Mountbatten family, this point Alan Wilson heart is clear.

In another passage, Vivien Leigh took two young actresses who were seasick and also got off the ship.

British Malaya seems to exist in two parallel worlds that do not interfere with each other, Chinese and Malays have their own circles, maintaining a calm situation, in fact, in every month Allen Wilson and the elite of the two communities, to have a party.

A waste of public funds, but absolutely necessary. And when he was not in Kuala Lumpur, he left it in the hands of Alisa, who had just returned, and Allen Wilson, who had been to South Vietnam once, compared the differences between the two colonies.

Now deeply ceded the wisdom of opening up the influx of Chinese into Malaya, to a certain extent that one decision, diluted a lot of hidden dangers of British Malaya, the influx of a sea of new Chinese immigrants, the original social structure of the impact of enough. Many of the original structures had to be re-structured.

Take the current South Vietnam for example, South Vietnam has many religions and warlords all over the place, only the French army has not yet finished withdrawing can still be suppressed.

Once the French leave and it comes to the point where the Vietnamese speak for themselves, the problems are considered to have just begun.

Take Chang Gong’s gun party slightly to make a comparison, the relationship between the local warlords and the rulers, probably one side wants money and power to keep the army, on the one hand, neither give money nor intend to give power more will not allow them to continue to be a warlord, the differences are too big, naturally talk about it.

“I have met with several sultans during this time, and also talked to Chen Zhenlu and Lin Lianyu, after the French army in Hanoi carried out destruction operations, they each have some subtle changes.” Alisa, dressed in a capable work outfit, reported to her top boss, whom she hadn’t seen in a long time, “The progress of literacy is admirable, as well as the fact that ……”

Listening to the reliable West Malaysian commissioner make his report, Alan Wilson kept nodding his head, “Although it seems like we actively exposed a weakness by intentionally balancing out the two evenly matched communities in the first place, the benefits seem to be great now.”

For the current situation of Malaya, Allen Wilson is considered to be all very satisfied, he would like to come up with a management framework that is full of advantages on all sides, but it also has to be done to be able to do that.

A lot of praise for the national system of vocabulary can not coexist, too democratic is destined to have a part of the people do not have freedom.

Excessive freedom and democracy will only be left with slogans, so what can he do? Everything to take the data to speak better, someone than than chatter on my Great Britain has its own national conditions here, essentially a monarchy.

“What do you think of the current situation in Malaya?” Alan Wilson thought of this rhetorical question asked Alisa, “since a trip to South Vietnam, made me now a little less confident.”

“That’s not like you yo.” Alyssa glanced at her top boss and said in the spirit that although her top boss’s ass was crooked, she was sitting upright enough to say, “Isn’t it much better than South Vietnam all in all.”

“That’s not enough, I’m going to supplement the deficiencies of the British mainland. Fifty years backwards, we should have found a way to just merge the white self-governing territories, it’s too late for that now. With France out of the way, there’s still Holland and Portugal in the picture, and it’s not as justified as it was after all.” Alan Wilson reached out and propped his head on his hand, “That’s troubling.”

“One more thing, Pamela your wife, has been sending telegrams every day asking if you are back. If there are no comments, I will tell her today that you have returned to Kuala Lumpur.” Alisa inquired in a solicitous tone, “Convenient, isn’t it?”

“That’s true, what’s inconvenient for me, she’s my wife.” There was something wrong with Alan Wilson wringing his neck and yelling and acting as if he had a clear conscience.

Where would one find a man of his integrity? Allen Wilson could have sworn that the yellow sky was above me and gambling and drugs.

Alisha exited the commissioner s office with a face full of I’m very convinced, and she, as a reliable subordinate, would not sing the opposite tune since.

Two days later, Allen Wilson dressed from Vivien Leigh s apartment and rushed to the airport with his butt in a hurry, waiting for his wife s arrival.

At noon, Comet One landed at Kuala Lumpur Airport, Pamela Mountbatten and her party appeared, the two embraced as if no one else was there, not caring that it was a public place, and then walked out of the airport hand in hand.

“Crossing half the world to talk business, it’s really hard work.” Alan Wilson opened his mouth as an old two-faced man, saying in a restrained but inadvertent tone that expressed concern.

“Not as hard as you, you’ve traveled all the way to South Vietnam and how dangerous that is.” Pamela Mountbatten responded warmly, then with a smirk, “Actually, I could have come back a while earlier, but things got delayed, and after learning about it specifically, you must be interested.”

“Then I’ll be interested to hear about it!” Alan Wilson narrowed his eyes and asked with great interest.

“Go back and talk about it, which is here.” Pamela Mountbatten sold a lie and played you-attack-me-defense with her husband.

Princess Margaret yawned and heard Alan Wilson turn around and inquire, “Is the princess a little tired?”

“Very well.” Princess Margaret held her head high, but did not dare to show too much emotion.

Returning to her lodgings, Pamela Mountbatten no longer held back, mentioning the political changes in the country that might involve the two.

“The forces under the Far East Joint Operations Command may have to be expanded. Some of the tanks and other heavy equipment that were sealed after the war may also have to be sent over to increase the strength of British Malaya.” Pamela Mountbatten, with her legs together in a ladylike position, leaked to her husband, “There is no change in the Near and Middle East Joint Operations Command, though.”

“It should be a side effect of France’s defeat, the domino theory still has a lot of people believing in it.” Alan Wilson said as he pondered, “Strengthening the military force in Malaya is understandable. And it’s worth doing so here, the location of the Malacca Straits alone is worth such an investment.”

“That should be the reason.” Pamela Mountbatten was merely a carrier of information, trusting her husband’s judgment unconditionally, “France’s defeat at Dien Bien Phu should have touched London.”

“How could France have failed for no reason? Where did the VC artillery come from?” Alan Wilson snorted a laugh and said, “Anyone with eyes can see where the VC got their supplies from. As soon as London takes a look at the over half of the Chinese population in British Malaya, it’s a perfectly normal behavior to beef up some military power for deterrence.”

“If that’s the case, the concern is not unreasonable.” Pamela Mountbatten said with a worried look, “You are the administrator here, isn’t that the same as sitting on the crater of a volcano.”

“It’s not worth making a fuss about, the Chinese or rather the Chinese, this unified whole civilization has its own characteristics.” Alan Wilson explained to his wife, “It is extremely difficult to defeat an extremely unified and monolithic group like the Chinese, the degree of difficulty is close to impossible. But on the other hand the Chinese are extremely realistic, they are easy to manage if they don’t think they have a chance of winning.”

“What about Malaya?” Princess Margaret spoke up and asked, “Isn’t the situation the same here?”

“It’s not the same, there are aborigines in Malaya. We didn’t rob it from the Chinese.” Alan Wilson said slowly, “Explaining this mentality is very complicated, but in simple terms, the Malays look at the Chinese as outsiders in much the same way as they look at the British. We can have slightly more Chinese than Malays, but not too much more.”

It’s still the old divide and conquer offshore balance approach, the approach is not old, it works.

“North Vietnam with China behind them, and China with the Soviet Union behind them, it’s still a big mess.” Pamela Mountbatten sighed, “It’s no wonder that London reinforced Malaya’s military strength after France declared its abandonment.”

“Take your time and wait for your chance, don’t mess up the rhythm.” Alan Wilson hemmed and hawed, who said that these two difficult countries would always be united? The earth is round, things change all the time.

Seeing that her husband still had enough confidence, Pamela Mountbatten also stopped saying anything and spoke again, “Then this matter, you will definitely be more interested in.”

“What is it?” Alan Wilson craned his neck, with such an expression on his wife’s face, it seemed that something was really going on.

“Darling, as you know there’s an election coming up. It seems like the Conservative Party has had some internal strife this time around. There’s been some naysaying about who’s running on behalf of the Conservative Party.” Pamela Mountbatten said with an unsurprising look that she knew her husband would be interested in.

“Oh!” Alan Wilson pulled a long, conspiratorial oh, he was indeed interested in the matter.

Pamela Mountbatten didn’t sell it either, the matter was simple, the Labor Party had been in power for almost ten years.

Churchill, the leader of the Conservative Party, had already lost to Adderley twice. As he gets older, Churchill, the famous spitter of the House of Commons, is starting to run low on firepower.

Eighty years old, still want to lead the Conservative Party to another election, really can not be said.

This age is more excessive than even the King of Sleep, even if it is like the King of Understanding who is as old and strong as he is, it will not cause offense.