Chapter 881 – God Calls Me God

“But which side is appropriate to be in charge of? Being the vice president in charge of North Sea oil?” Pamela Mountbatten was also caught in a quandary, Edward Bridges had been a cabinet secretary and was now also a permanent undersecretary at the Ministry of Finance, would the offer be too low.

Not to mention the period of being a cabinet secretary, just in the Ministry of Finance for so many years, managing the money bags of the civil service.

This potential energy is not to be underestimated, want Edward Bridges to complete a magnificent turnaround, not such an easy thing.

“Leave this matter to me, I’ll let you know when I have the results.” Alan Wilson told his wife to be at ease, there is no need to rush to arrange the post first, even the French commander of the Dien Bien Phu, Nawal, is now sitting in Libyan oil. How can Edward Bridges not fall below Nawal’s role.

Of course there are quite a lot of conditions to consider, for example, Edward Bridges may not be willing to leave England. Whether or not he just liked to get paid rather than work hard, all these factors had to be considered, and that could only be bottomed out by meeting him.

“Hard work, then.” Pamela Mountbatten glanced at her husband and in passing skillfully unbuckled the waistband of his pants.

There were times when Allen Wilson thought that as a man he had a lot of responsibility on his shoulders and was willing to continue to take it on for that matter.

If you were not diligent in such matters yourself, then the end result would be that someone else would carry the load for you.

He kept in touch with everyone as long as conditions permitted, and before the man even reached Europe, the ladies who lived there permanently and were on equal footing with his wife, had already received the call of love.

“You came back for your boss’s retirement?” Hepburn, in her long black dress, inquired with a surprised and sultry face at the man who had appeared before her.

“It doesn’t matter what I came back for, as long as I can get a chance to see you, I’ll be there no matter what happens.” Alan Wilson was pale and still in the midst of jet lag, but still maintained the light and heat of central air conditioning.

He could always make a woman’s heart warm as long as the conditions permitted, and Hepburn was clearly warmed by the warmth, reaching straight out to take the exhausted man to his boudoir, and subsequently going to run a bath so that Allen Wilson could relieve his exhaustion.

Things inevitably, eventually evolved into inside drip rubbing, cradling the ball flower’s petite body, Allen Wilson did not have fun after the sleep into a dead pig, “war and peace release I have seen, you are so good in it, I am afraid that you fake it.”

“Always worrying about these things for no reason.” Hepburn pinched the man’s soft underbelly and chirped, “But if you leave me out for a long time, that’s not going to happen. Alas, the movie and hasn’t been released in the UK yet, how did you know.”

I want to see the movie by what means can’t I get the negative? Alan Wilson coughed softly, “My friend Joseph saw it and told me by telegram.”

It must be said that McCarthy was still quite busy and had enormous prestige among American conservatives. This was a rare thing in this day and age, as McCarthy was a Republican, and conservative supporters, in general, supported the Democrats.

“If you don’t have a break from work, you can consider taking a trip around Malaya, the local climate is pleasant and it’s a relaxing place to be.” Alan Wilson took the opportunity to sell the colony he was running to Hepburn.

“It’s a place of physical relaxation, isn’t it?” Hepburn gave the man a blank look, seeming to see the ill intent in the midst.

There was no chance that one person would go and two people would come back in the end, not to mention the fact that she was now in the rising stage of her career, and the education she received was relatively conservative, so it wasn’t easy to accept the current life, and having a child without a name and without a child without a name and without a child without a child, she wasn’t psychologically prepared for it.

This matter, Alan Wilson is not in a hurry, he also just received the opening of 1956 in the Princess Royal, is now in the time of great pride, as long as he gives him time to slowly grind, the final result must be good.

It was normal and reasonable to be jet-lagged here in Hepburn, and this time back in London, there were private aspects to be substituted together.

Like seeing if de Havilland, for example, had realized his drawings of the Apache shape yet.

Hoping that he hadn’t come up with a foursome, he arrived in London two days later with a scent that included, but was not limited to, Garbo, Bergman, and Hedy Lamarr, and would have wanted to catch up with the head of the Heilmann family under the guise of visiting the former commissioner of Malaya if he hadn’t really run out of time.

“I’ve always heard that you were a diligent Commissioner, but you don’t have to be so diligent.” Makins nearly dropped his jaw in shock when he saw Allen Wilson, tutting and commenting.

“I’m doing this because of jet lag.” Alan Wilson shrugged off his fatigue on top of jet lag, reached out and touched a handful of hair no less than that of Prime Minister Boris in the latter days, and looked provocatively at Lord Sheffield, don’t you envy it?

People to middle age Makins, appeared most of the British male citizens will encounter problems, hair inevitably began to thin out, although Allen Wilson dipped the advantage of age, but the two comparisons, has been high and low.

“Have you nothing more to say?” Makins nearly exploded, the issue of hair volume had now become his backbone, “Pamela probably just likes your exuberant hair.”

“Maybe there’s a reason for that, but mostly I’m just a loyal and honest person.” Alan Wilson hemmed and hawed, “Well, congratulations my friend, now entering the Home Office, which is one of the three most important departments, it’s as if I’m seeing the emergence of a Whitehall giant, it’s enviable.”

Makins has gone from London City Hall, into the British Home Office, completing a leap off the beaten track.

The permanent undersecretary of the Home Office, or permanent undersecretary in some people’s mouths, has definitely been in sight.

How could Alan Wilson let go of such a network of people, and at the same time did not hide that he had come back for the retirement of Edward Bridges, and began to inquire whether there had been any recent personnel changes in Whitehall.

“Why are you asking me, I’ve only just arrived in Whitehall.” Makins put up a fight, still seeming to hold a grudge over the amount of hair.

“Lord Sheffield.” Alan Wilson switched to a formal title, “You work for the Home Office, so who do you ask if not you? Or shall I go straight to Philby and ask our ministers and colleagues what marvelous stories have emerged?”

It was a fact that the relationship between the current Cabinet and the current Whitehall One and Two was delicate, he couldn’t come back and dive headlong straight into the middle of the whirlwind, it was only with sufficient certainty that he could emerge, and Makins eventually got straight to the point, “Sir Edward is retiring, what else can Sir Norman not see. As for the delicate relationship between the Prime Minister and the Foreign Secretary, colleagues agree that civil servants remain neutral as a matter of principle.”

“Then I am relieved.” Alan Wilson breathed a sigh of relief and inquired again, “I wonder if colleagues have discussed the next permanent undersecretary? Who is considered a solid candidate? Is it Frank?”

“Haha, you mustn’t divulge that, and especially not talk about it in front of Frank.” Makins lowered his voice with an odd blush, “If some of the talk is to be believed, Sir Norman intends to run the Treasury himself.”

Alan Wilson’s backbone involuntarily straightened a little, took a breath and whispered, “No way, the Chief Clerk and the Cabinet Secretary are busy enough, the Treasury Department will be personally managed as well?”

If this is true, Alan Wilson what with the six countries of the seal of the Prime Minister is also a figure of joy, the real overview of the whole situation must also be respected Sir Norman Brooke, people this is called the monopoly of power.

“You can not believe, just as I did not say anything.” Makins shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently, “I have finished. Whether you believe it or not, you judge for yourself. So what are you going to do next.”

“First, a trip to Seventy Whitehall to report that the Overseas Asset Management Board meeting is scheduled to be held in Aden.” Alan Wilson sat squarely and said with a flourish.

He is definitely not a wimp, but really want to report the work, because of a communication with Makins, he had to change the schedule a little bit, it’s not shameful, people after all, God called me God’s people.

Up to this point he can only mourn for Frank, Alan Wilson had thought that, after the Australian arms sale, Frank will certainly become the executive undersecretary of the Ministry of Finance after the retirement of Edward Bridges.

But who could help it if the Cabinet Secretary had to run the Treasury himself? Norman Brooke is the head of Whitehall in every sense of the word, and the Cabinet Secretary, who is also the Chief Civilian Officer, is now going to run the Treasury who can object? Want to chair the War Cemeteries Commission?

“Alan, I’m rather busy, and probably will be busier for some time to come, so you’ll have a little trouble with the Overseas Asset Management Board. You’ll represent me at the meeting in Aden, and later on my secretary will give you some Whitehall recommendations for the Overseas Asset Management Board, just keep them.”

After Norman Brooke met Alan Wilson and heard the report about the Aden meeting, he directly assigned Alan Wilson to worry about it. However, what Allen Wilson heard was that the next period of time would be even busier, and it seemed that the part-time permanent undersecretary of the Ministry of Finance should be the nail in the coffin.

“When I heard that Sir Edward was retiring, I came back specifically to visit. Sir Edward and you, Sir Norman, have both had a huge influence in my life.” Alan Wilson looked at the man God called my God and did not hide another purpose for coming back.

“Edward and I, although we disagree on some issues, but for him I also have great respect.” Norman Brooke said with a smile, “Whitehall intends to organize a private party, and it just so happens that you’re back, so you can attend together. The news hasn’t been officially announced yet, but a lot of things have been finalized.”

Norman Brooke’s words were a double entendre, all the news that can already be determined, naturally, also included his own concurrent role as the Permanent Secretary of the Ministry of Finance, the Cabinet Secretary, the Chief Civilian Officer and the Permanent Secretary of the Ministry of Finance trinity.