Chapter 812: The Subway is Late

“I’m sure the Cabinet will defer to the expertise of Whitehall.” Alan Wilson spoke up at the right time, in a restrained but not uncomplimentary tone, paying the highest respect to the Supreme Authority.

“In fact, one can’t just be certain that everything will be done according to professional advice.” Norman Brooke first endorsed the professional authority in Alan Wilson’s mouth in a general direction, but then turned his words around and said, “There are some internal problems within the Labor Party right now, and although it’s not right to say anything more when you’re in our position, it’s best to not have anything that affects the country.”

“Wow!” As soon as Alan Wilson heard all the Cabinet Secretaries say that, he immediately asked for confirmation carefully with a willingness to hear.

Norman Brooke said noncommittally, “It’s not exactly what you’d call a youthful gamble, but it’s very rare that it’s continued to this day, so maybe it’ll come to fruition after a while.”

The dispute between Prime Minister Alderley and Foreign Secretary Morrison, the number one and two figures in the Labor Party, stemmed from the crucial election in which the Labor Party vied for the leadership of the party, and Morrison, who was expected to be the leader of the Labor Party, lost the election, and if he had not lost his seat in Parliament in 1931, then it would not have been Clement Richard Alderley who became the leader of the Labor Party, as well as the later Prime Minister, but he, and the blow was a blow which he was never able to He never got over it.

Aidan replaced the elderly and long unpopular Churchill and ushered in a new era for the Conservative Party. It represented the completion of a change of generation in the Conservative Party, while the Labor side remained the same.

When Alan Wilson heard this, Lu Bu’s face appeared in front of his eyes for no reason, “A great man is born between heaven and earth, how can he be depressed and live under people for a long time!”

Morrison was meanwhile widely popular, passionate about his constituents, and highly regarded within the Labor Party. In the original history, the Labor Party has been back in Morrison’s hands since Adderley was counter-attacked by Churchill in 1951.

As Norman Brooke says, it was all in 1931 that the two men turned against each other, yet it continues to this day.

After the war, because Labor had been in opposition for so long, there weren’t many people in the party with experience of governing, leading to the emergence of a few super-ministers, a few super-ministers in charge of a number of departments, and Morrison was one of them.

After the illness and death of Ernest Bevin, Morrison became Foreign Secretary again, the number two man in the Labor Party.

Both in terms of seniority and popularity, Morrison had the credentials to challenge Airdrie.

Norman Brooke’s talk of having results is presumably a reckoning of when the Prime Minister will purge Morrison from the Cabinet. It could be next month, it could be next year, it’s all hard to say, depending on how much Airdrie puts up with.

“My God.” Alan Wilson, walking out of Whitehall, was not amused to hear gossip about the ruling party. It’s already the ruling party, so what’s the point of tossing it around?

Despite returning because of the Sudanese independence, Alan Wilson called out to his friends and drew closer to his London colleagues.

He is working overseas, and can not be estranged from his friends in London, so that it helps to be the first to know what is happening in the country.

London City Hall he naturally has friends, Makins immediately gave a positive response, to go around London with Alan Wilson, due to the London smog incident of urban transformation, is everyone can see.

There is also invisible, Makins pointed to the underground, “the 1948 planned expansion of the subway has been launched. This project is nothing less than urban renewal.”

“That’s very gratifying.” Alan Wilson was flabbergasted for a moment, and then said with great interest, “Then let’s go do the subway for a spin and see how the world’s first subway operates, and I’m also planning to build two subways in Kuala Lumpur and Singapore. If it’s feasible, the ordering of subway equipment, of course, count on domestic companies.”

“That would be delightful.” Makins’ eyes lit up, as a senior official of London’s City Hall, he of course had connections with the relevant companies and saw the business opportunities within at a glance.

The London Underground has been in operation for more than a hundred years, and in the early days the tunnels built had to be drilled with ventilation holes in order to draw the smoke from the steam locomotives out of the ground.

The two sides said they entered the nearest subway station in Whitehall, waiting to go to the East End to see, how to say that there is also his Malayan High Commissioner’s credit, waiting for the subway, the two have endless words, the time passes little by little.

A cigarette has been smoked, the subway has not come, to the end of the Makins frequently look at the table, frowning slightly wrinkled, “subway are fixed lines, how late so long?”

At this time, the late subway finally heard Lord Sheffield’s call came late.

The passengers at this stop were already very impatient, almost all of them were angry, obviously very dissatisfied with the tardiness of the subway.

“It seems that the subway is late beyond normal?” Alan Wilson said as he heard the disgruntled cacophony around him.

“I guess so, I don’t ride it long either.” Makins had his own private car, this time it was just accompanying his friend out, looking around to see the operation of the metro, so that when Alan Wilson returned to Kuala Lumpur, he was able to have a good idea of the proposed metro plan.

The subway has just stopped, directly opposite the two people in the carriage, a group of passengers swearing and cursing off the car, two police officers twisted a woman with a face full of blood to get off the car, and this woman is obviously in a state of drunkenness, was twisted out of the car but also continue to struggle, shouting, “What are you doing, I’m not going to go.”

“Drag this shrew away, Mr. Officer.” A passenger in the same compartment shouted impatiently, apparently he too had been delayed, and was thus disgruntled.

The two Allen-Wilson men clearly had more time than the hurried passengers, and were curious to learn the ins and outs. Eventually it was determined to be an unusual case of drunkenness and disorder.

Being English gentlemen, the two men made a friendly spectacle, even missing the subway class. But it didn’t end there, one of the officers obviously recognized Makins and greeted him shyly, “Lord Sheffield, what are you doing here.”

“Accompanying my friend to do the subway to take a look around, I didn’t expect to have an unexpected reward.” Makins replied with a bitter smile.

Alan Wilson, on the other hand, curiously looked at this woman, where exactly was she injured, his expression was the standard Eating Islands expression, asking Makins’ friend, “What are you going to do about it?”

“Stuffed into the police station and locked up for a few days. A lot of similar things we’ve dealt with.” The officer said with a bashful face, only the scratches on his face still stood out.

“Oh yeah.” Alan Wilson looked at the scratches on the other’s face and asked in an aside, “Does this kind of thing happen often? I mean, something like that.”

Both policemen nodded, Britain’s reputation for drinking wasn’t as notorious as the Soviets’, but it actually wasn’t bad at all.

Was that the reason why they didn’t label them as alcoholics, the question? And not to see in whose hands the hegemony of public opinion lies?

While the two sides conversed, the woman was cursing and accusing the police of violent law enforcement, but the two policemen didn’t care, obviously not facing this kind of thing for the first time, and just apologized to the two Whitehall civil servants.

“Actually, this won’t have the effect of making an example of them, so London’s subway is often late? And the Tube is not a good environment?” Alan Wilson pulled back his gaze towards the woman and issued a soul searching question to the two police officers, this is not capitalistic at all, who is going to bear the losses caused by the delays?

Who’s going to pay for the loss of passengers on the whole tube line? The Labor cabinet seems to be claiming to combine the best of capitalism and socialism, not the worst of both.

“Get this woman’s identity on the record.” Alan Wilson looked at Makins, Lord Sheffield looked unconcerned, then continued, “Calculate the extra costs and losses along the whole line because of the delays and then sue her, I’m sure the courts will send the bill to her house, it’s a positive case and I’m sure this sort of thing will be rare on the Metro line in the future.”

“Alan, it’s just one woman.” Makins exclaimed in amazement, “That’s a sum of money she can’t afford to pay for the rest of her life.”

“I have eyes, Makins, and can see that this is a woman.” Allen Wilson pointed to his eyes and said, “I love women, my wife is a woman. But we’re responsible for the whole country, or how are we going to run it from now on? We can’t let her off just because she’s a woman.”

Alan Wilson justified, upholding the justice of the country, of course he understands very well what the consequences of letting a woman bear the list of this loss, is it not just social death? Even if it cost one person an unbearable amount of her life, it would result in fewer similar incidents in an entire city, the deal was too good to pass up.

Even in London, Alan Wilson still did not change the Saigon Boxer’s nature, he only made the woman pay a little price, at most, it was a social death, if she could not think of killing herself, it was also her freedom.

“Might be a good idea.” Makins, being a career bureaucrat, gushed at the two officers, “Let’s do it.”

“That’s right.” Alan Wilson spoke appreciatively, “That’s just in London, if we were in a pacifist country, not to mention challenging the public mood of the citizens, we should be stoned for daring to ride the subway.”

Out of gentlemanly manners, the two men and waved goodbye to the police and waited for the next stop on the subway to arrive before heading to the East End.

While the two men go about their day, the Cabinet Office is drafting a professional opinion on the partition of the Sudan, laying out how the tragedy of British India could have been avoided, and the responsible reduction of the likelihood of colonial conflict while Britain gives the colonies their independence.

Norman Brooke brought the professional opinion to 10 Downing Street for Prime Minister Adderley’s attention when it came out.

“The partition of British India has resulted in a large number of casualties.” Edley was a little skeptical and seemed unable to make up his mind.

“That’s because casualties aren’t a concern when the two major religions are together.” Norman Brooke spoke up, “We invite both sides to talk. Even if they fight, as long as it doesn’t affect anyone else.”