Chapter 973 – Learning from the Malayan Model

Anna tossed her suitcase from the bus to the curb where it rolled on the dust and jumped off the bus herself. She stood in the harsh sunlight, blinking with wonder as she looked around.

“What are you looking at, a stranger to Brussels?” Bokina came down after her, her short blonde hair standing out.

Anna lifted her suitcase, shielding her hand from the sunlight that shone in her eyes as she made her way toward the front door of the premises and the driveway, muttering, “Who would want to be here if it weren’t for that asshole?”

A few minutes later, Anna picked her way up the stairs with her luggage, which seemed heavy in the mattress heat! She rested for a moment in the shadows of the corridor, flicking her sweaty hair up in front of her face. Facing the wide door, she set down her luggage, lifted her chest and stepped forward, ready to knock.

The receipt of the arbitrarily worded telegram had spiraled to the realization that the person who had sent it was both rude and brash. And now, the man standing before her was a living proof of that!

“Two esteemed businesswomen, it is wonderful how fate has brought us together in a somewhat unfamiliar city.” Ellen Wilson looked straight at the Dragoon Sisters, none of the brashness of the telegram.

Offering to reach out and take the suitcases and welcome the two blondes inside, the night in Brussels was unusually long.

It wasn’t all lust, it was the same old question about the value of silver that was unsignaled, but worth fighting for. He regarded the matter, too, as a matter of the degree of confidence that the ladies, who were on a par with his wife, had in him.

“I’m all yours, aren’t I, sister.” Anna, who was hugging the man’s body like an octopus, inquired back.

Bokina frowned slightly, still quite helpless to do anything about the woozy sounds of this pair of dogs in broad daylight, and could only automatically filter the blush-inducing images in front of her as she helplessly said, “Of course we’re willing to help, and we trust that you won’t screw us over.”

“That’s, of course ……,” Alan Wilson let out a long breath, stroking the smooth spine of the little dragon rider, sighing, “I’m willing to work for it as long as you guys have a good life.”

Anna smiled a satisfied smile in return, just in time to meet the man’s gaze, a pair of eyes as black as paint and as sharp as knives, looking at her firmly with a gaze that was both cold and sexy.

Anna felt that this man was by no means a half-toned man who compromised easily. Whatever he did, he was sure to give it his all.

It was obvious he was studying her now, his gaze traveling over her face, examining her hazel eyes, high cheekbones, soft lips, and shoulder-length blonde hair.

“Your gaze, much like a school instructor’s, is intimidating.” Anna placed her hands on Alan Wilson’s shoulders, the burden bouncing off her chest as she accompanied the words.

“Honey, I don’t like that analogy.” Allen Wilson got up and brought Anna along with him hanging in mid-air, “Coming so directly, isn’t it making my sister laugh, we’ll talk business later.”

Anna did not answer immediately. After a long journey well just aerobic exercise, physical strength has been overdrawn, and life is not easy, some can not adapt. The men probably sensed this as well, and felt she was a target for petulance and deception.

Alan Wilson, of course, denied it, and used all the words he had accumulated in Whitehall on the little dragoon, how in the world could anyone love Anna more than he did, no way, absolutely no way.

“I’ve studied psychology …… ” Anna saw the essence of the problem at a glance and muttered in a small voice, “Don’t use that skill on me, I simply believe you love me, don’t adulterate that feeling. ”

“How forgettable, you’re a high achiever.” Caressing the delicate body that made people linger, Alan Wilson decisively bowed to the evil forces, “This matter is actually simple, if you trust me, follow along, if you lose money, I will sell my family’s assets and also make it up to you, how about it?”

“No need to be so serious, it’s only right that I help you, you’re my man.” Anna’s time in the shower had already betrayed the Heilmann family cleanly, not caring that there was still Bojina present outside.

“I thought the EC meeting was over, why are you still here?” A similarly persuaded Bokina inquired at dinnertime.

“Waiting for the other colonial commissioners to depart, this time the conference was relatively large and arranged some colonial tours.” Alan Wilson replied flatly, “The Malayan and Straits colonies are on the right track, and now that they have achieved something, they can’t afford not to show it off, and also set an example for the rest of the places that Britain still has control over. And as any community is good at saving face, the inhabitants of Malaya and the Straits Settlements will have a raised eyebrow as a result.”

“In fact, don’t you have a Commonwealth Games in the UK? You can use that occasion for publicity.” Bokina helpfully analyzed, “Wasn’t it not thought of before.”

“I’m really blindly busy every day, I really didn’t think of it.” Alan Wilson let out a bitter laugh, “But the Commonwealth Games have already passed, and the next one is already four years away.”

Sometimes it was useful to talk more with enemy sleeper agents, but unfortunately the Dragon Rider Sisters’ reminder came too late. The Commonwealth Games had only just ended this year.

In fact, occasions like the Games were certainly more effective than arranging delegations as they were now.

The symbol of Japan being among the first world was the opening of the Tokyo Olympics. Many countries use the Olympic Games to show the strength of the country, and so does Mexico, but Mexico is a negative example, after the Mexican Olympic Games, the whole country’s national fortunes took a sharp turn for the worse, and step by step, it turned into what people remembered as drug dealers all over the place.

The British African side is organizing tours, which gave him time to stay in Brussels.

Lusaka, the capital of Northern Rhodesia, got the inside story of the Brussels meeting, Grace, really talking to the Slavic leaders of the two major military organizations, “Alan’s meaning is also very simple, pulling together Belgian immigrants needs to be done by ourselves, a large group of Belgian immigrants have been living for decades, and if they return to Belgium, they will have nothing, after all, the assets of many years of hard work can not be taken away. away, this part of the immigrants may be willing to cooperate with us.”

“That’s nothing to talk about.” Mihailovich looked at the head of Ustasha, seeing that the other party did not object, spoke, “Then contact the Belgian immigrants, it doesn’t really matter what the conditions are, we have less than 600,000 people, and the total number of Belgian immigrants in the Belgian Congo is only 200,000, it’s not possible for all of them to be in the Belgian Congo and not go back, after the merger they’ll be just as likely to listen to us, as long as the Lubumbashi region comes over, the salient deep into Northern Rhodesia will cease to exist.”

“Yes, this is the biggest benefit.” A group of old soldiers nodded their heads, saying that they wouldn’t have to worry about getting this done.

“Britain will be holding a colonial conference in Kuala Lumpur, I’ll make a trip to ask personally to discuss this matter.” As soon as Grace heard that there were no voices of opposition, he immediately said, “Northern Rhodesia is also in need of a delegation to learn from the advanced experience of the Malayan model, it makes complete sense.”

The entire British colonies and protectorates were organizing delegations, ready to go and learn something about the legendary Malayan model.

Richard, the High Commissioner of the Malayan colony, on the other hand, is the busiest person at this moment, there is no way, he has a top boss who likes to mess things up, slightly experiencing the mood of Sir Barron in the beginning, that person left, but it seems that he has not completely left.

Not only messing around, but things are getting bigger, once it was just a meeting of the colonial commissioners, now not only are there colonial commissioners, but they are also bringing the elites of all the major colonies to form a delegation to learn what the Malayan model is.

Richard’s first reaction, since learning of the Foreign Ministry’s permanent undersecretary’s maneuvers, was to hurry up and make the not-so-bad law and order better, and to do something about the city’s appearance, with a view to achieving the effect of a home away from home.

In terms of publicity, a ghost named Allen, constantly hovering above Richard’s head, the telegram states that it is a backward region of the British Empire, over to learn the advanced management experience, the Chinese like that kind of heavenly kingdom feeling, according to his instructions, through the community news to spread absolutely correct.

Chinese people good face, touch this kind of thing to maintain a decent mentality, do not need anyone to teach, they will make it clear.

Richard also had to admit that it did work very well, and the entire colony, or at least the major cities, had a new look.

“The Chinese are decent people.” Richard muttered about his newly learned vocabulary, and had to admit that Alan Wilson couldn’t be more precise, even if he was still ten thousand kilometers away.

Delegations from the various colonies and protectorates had yet to arrive, and the whole of Malaya and the Straits Settlements were already in a state of flux.

Many residents are thinking about how to deter, without a trace, the backward areas of the bumpkin. It must be accomplished without being noticed, or else it will look like everyone is uneducated.

The carefully selected elite class of the colony, also followed the colonial commissioner, started this learning journey.

With a reminder from the Overseas Asset Management Committee’s Deputy Secretary General, that is, Alan Wilson himself, many colonial commissioners requested that the colonial elites who followed them on their departure could dress up traditionally, reflecting the regional characteristics was not a bad thing.

“You can’t be bare-assed even if you reflect regional character.” Alan Wilson’s call back to the commissioner of British Basutoland righteously stated that anything taken too far would only backfire.

The Commissioners of British Basutoland, British Bechuana, British Gold Coast, British Cameroon, British Gambia, and more than two dozen colonies, with an entourage of nearly 3,000 visitors, set off from all parts of the country in great numbers.

It was only at this point that Alan Wilson said goodbye to the Dragoon Sisters and boarded a flight in Paris, during which he bumped into Hedy Lamarr and Ms. Ingrid Bergman, who had traveled to Asia to present awards to up-and-coming Asia-Pacific performers, which was quite a coincidence.