Chapter 820 – Husband and Wife Cooperate in Car Smashing Scheme

Joseph Agu didn’t want to stay in one country with the Arabs any more than Ali Jinnah, at the time, was dead set against coexisting with Hinduism in one country.

Being in the colonizer’s shoes, Britain could have merged or partitioned, whatever made sense.

While the rhetoric of being read by some countries to deliberately divide the lower colonies is inevitable, who made Britain a colonial empire indeed, and it’s only right that it should be scolded for enjoying the benefits.

Alan Wilson is no moral burden, he does not even think the colonization where wrong, and should not apologize.

In this way, when talking to Joseph Agu, Alan Wilson was very straightforward, asking Joseph Agu what he wanted, if he helped him, Joseph Agu and what he could bring to Britain.

Hundreds of thousands of square kilometers of land were involved, and if Joseph Agu thought that sending a bit of ivory rhino horn would be enough to cope, he had underestimated Alan Wilson, who was managing Britain’s overseas assets.

“I don’t really care what I can get here in the colonel, the point is what Britain can get. If there is no benefit, we might as well do more as less, pretend we can’t hear South Sudan’s appeals, and just let Sudan become independent, and then you’ll just get into trouble with each other, and what can you do to Britain?”

Alan Wilson said to himself Mr. Colonel you are mistaken, he came to Juba, the capital of South Sudan, certainly not over to swim.

“We want to make our voice heard, didn’t Britain carry out the partition of India and Pakistan? We are equally reluctant to stay with the Arabs in the country.” Joseph Agu finally said what he really thought.

Obviously, it was something that anyone could see, but it had to go around and around and around, delaying to get to the point. Alan Wilson even suspected that Joseph Agu, the colonel, in the end is in charge of that part, has not been on the battlefield?

Both men are very time, the first meeting is not much gunpowder, is to put forward their own side of the opinion, and refute the other side of the argument, Joseph Agu obviously want to let the British for nothing, Alan Wilson, although it is true that they also want to partition the Sudan, but absolutely can not be loosened.

Three possibilities were given for the Sudan after independence, the first being to ignore Joseph Agu’s voice and adopt the provincial approach of doing Britain’s own business and simply letting the Sudan become independent, and for Joseph Agu to raise an army against Khartoum at that time would be a matter for the Arabs and the blacks themselves, and none of Britain’s business.

And the second possibility is that the program of north-south partition is made clear before the independence of the Sudan, which is sort of taking care of the interests of Joseph Agu’s side, but the Arabs will surely be dissatisfied. The situation in the Sudan is well known to everyone, and the Arabs outnumbered the blacks both in terms of population size and cultural heritage.

The third possibility is strictly an extension of the first two, even if the Sudan is independent, British East Africa can still be in the hands of Britain, North Sudan may not feel anything, but South Sudan is next to the British East Africa.

Juba, the capital of South Sudan, Alan Wilson has a very flattering analogy, is very close to the borderline of South Sudan. A proper African version of the Son of Heaven guarding the gates of the country, even if Sudan were to become independent, South Sudan would certainly be within the radius of the British garrison.

Two of these three possibilities are almost identical, the third is totally unacceptable, at least to Joseph Agu.

“Honorable Colonel, this is not all options, for example the matter of partition, it is also possible that the Arabs of North Sudan become independent first, while you wait for a few years for independence, and of course, in the meantime you can’t kick out the British Garrison, or else it would be very uncontractual.” Because of the journey, Alan Wilson was a little tired, and his speech seemed breathless.

After half an hour, the two men bid farewell to each other, and Joseph Agu was willing to go back to think about how he could fight for the greatest benefit, whether to trust the colonists who had been there for decades, or to trust the neighbors who couldn’t move away.

Against his muddled brain, Alan Wilson returned to his place of residence, unable to stop breathing heavily.

“What happened to you?” Hedy Lamarr saw the man’s state was not right and hurried over to assist, “Don’t scare me, why do you look like you’re forcing yourself? Where is the discomfort.”

“What’s wrong? Body a little cold, head a little hot.” Alan Wilson joked under his breath, “I’m not wrong, although this is closer to the equator, but the temperature is much cooler than Khartoum.”

“And the heart to joke.” Hedy Lamarr wanted to reach out and hammer Allen Wilson, but still put it down, probed over and touched her man’s forehead with her red lips, then said, “This temperature is not right, hurry up and call for some medicine. Or send a telegram or not, this place is remote, do not take it seriously serious on the trouble.”

Alan Wilson looked at Hedy Lamarr’s face with an unabated smile and waited until the words were all said and done, “You’re just like a wife I imagined you’d be, and now it’s the fever that isn’t too bad, or I’d think I was dreaming.”

Hedy Lamarr snapped, “Then you’ll fight it hard with your body, I don’t care.”

“Send me a telegram to Northern Rhodesia. John’s handling Khartoum; don’t bother him this time.” Alan Wilson shivered, “There are analgesics in the garrison, but I’m afraid you’ll be found out; Grace would have known you, and it wouldn’t have been a surprise to run into you when you came.”

This kind of small thing, he can be embarrassed to let his wife who returned to London business activities know, with the memory in his brain, Alan Wilson felt that one day at most two days, can be carried through with the help of drugs.

Pamela Mountbatten did not know that her husband was struggling with a minor illness, the current thing that most concerned Mountbatten, without a doubt, is still the discovery of oil in the North Sea, which is also the purpose of his return to London.

Pamela Mountbatten, who is no longer in the country most of the time, returned to London for the purpose of negotiating with the two major oil companies, of course, to show that the Mountbatten Group will not eat alone, and there is also a matter of demarcation.

I don’t know why the Foreign Office didn’t follow her husband’s advice, maybe they forgot or didn’t get the demarcation done. Now she felt that maybe the Foreign Office needed some support, especially from the Navy.

It was only after getting the First Sea Lord’s approval from the father-daughter relationship that Pamela Mountbatten took the next step and was ready to approach BP and Shell to talk it over.

She had always believed her husband, that what he had said about not eating alone more long term, that was more long term.

Makins, upon learning that the richest man in Britain had returned home, immediately gave up his messy chores first and came over to meet, for which Pamela Mountbatten was very grateful, this Lord Sheffield, who had a good relationship with BP.

“Honorable Lord, this time need your office help.” Although able to bypass the other party to accomplish the same thing, Pamela Mountbatten sacrificed a small amount of efficiency to ensure success.

“No problem, with my relationship with Alan, I’m certainly willing to do my best.” Makins steeled himself, only a hint of hidden worry flickered across his face every now and then, watched by Pamela Mountbatten.

“Is something troubling you, Lord? Why don’t you tell us!” Pamela Mountbatten said with great interest, “Maybe I can help.”

“There’s been some trouble with the London Police Department recently, and it has something to do with me.” Makins let out a bitter smile, he didn’t understand how a small subway incident could cause so much attention, and this attention caused great pressure on London City Hall.

“So it is.” A flicker of pity flashed in Pamela Mountbatten’s eyes, it turned out that her husband had asked her to support the women’s movement to make things worse, and it had ended up falling on his best friend.

She knew her husband well, never did anything without a reason, this matter hadn’t been going on for much longer, yet it was in the middle of a telegram to bring it to her attention, there had to be a reason for it.

The man before her, Lord Sheffield, though not of high rank, was quite an energy among the civil servants of London.

Together with the close relationship with BP, Pamela Mountbatten felt that she had found the code to wealth.

With that, Pamela Mountbatten’s face changed, “Alan once said that the biggest supporter of the women’s movement was the Soviet Union, and that it was basically a means of subverting the free world, which is a fact, except that those who know the inside story don’t dare to say it. The Honorable Lord, if you don’t respond forcefully, there may be future conspiracies.”

“It’s not that serious, is it?” Makins’s face clouded over, if something like this did occur, it would really be a huge problem for him.

“It’s an inference of guilt. Lord, if they get their hands on this one. You need to be aware of the follow-through effect of case law.” Pamela Mountbatten raised an eyebrow, she now understood what her husband meant, lighting the fire himself then hiding far away, then having her, his wife, come back in and put it out.

Maybe at first Alan Wilson didn’t think so much, but after knowing that the North Sea oil field was discovered, he had the idea of stringing two things together, needing Makins’ help while not wanting to owe a favor.

Two plugs to put Makins in the middle of the ride, it must be said, Pamela Mountbatten all feel that their husbands high finished.

“Now back down is no longer possible, must face up to the battle to set down such incidents, the court is necessary to go a trip. I just don’t believe that a small women’s movement can really stand up to London’s City Hall. Lord, I’m willing to offer all the help I can. After all, your relationship with Ellen is worth it.”

Makins also felt that it made sense, not realizing that all the problems, were made by a couple, and then skipped over the topic, “Thank you for your help ma’am, I am very grateful for it, and I will certainly assist in having a good outcome to the meeting between BP and Shell.”

“Thank you Lord then, Alan always said that you were one of his few friends.” Pamela Mountbatten smiled and said half-heartedly, “If all goes well, I’m sure Lord’s path will be wide open in the future.”

This meeting, Pamela Mountbatten’s purpose is the three major oil companies embraced, behind a united front, and together with the British government to talk about the interests of the oil and gas fields. As for cleaning up the women’s movement, Pamela Mountbatten believed that it was not a problem, she was also female, and only magic could defeat magic.