Chapter 989 – Striking a blow at the French allies

In fact, the most worthwhile concern is that there are no unreliable factors in the file involving himself, to prevent being utilized by a small group of, anti-British elements, especially West Berlin, North Rhodesia and such sorts of problems, which part of the content does not appear on the file.

In addition to the above incident, there was also the matter of inviting Princess Margaret to take a rocket ride, which, if caught by the Fifth Branch, could create misunderstandings and cause unnecessary trouble.

Although this was completely between two lovers and Her Highness volunteered, it could ultimately embarrass the royal family, so it was inconvenient to disclose. This was all for the sake of royal prestige considerations, not that Alan Wilson was selfish.

Fortunately, this part is also not, did not be caught in a few major issues by the five offices, let him breathe a sigh of relief. The beauty of bringing home a few Conservative Party giant files, being able to peek into other people’s secrets is one of the great pleasures of life.

Returned with baby Pamela Mountbatten home, is to see her husband ambush twitching, busy walking to see the man’s twitching is looking at the file, but as a wife she did not immediately make a judgment, the last time her husband looked at the Lolita is still fresh in her mind.

Alan Wilson wouldn’t have been slow enough to even react to his wife’s arrival home, he just didn’t think he needed to sneak around to look at a file.

“So here’s the question, is McMillan’s baby his or not.” Alan Wilson muttered.

Putting the pair of children down, Pamela Mountbatten hugged her husband from behind again, “What’s with you, even the MI5 files?”

“I’m one of the leaders of MI6 anyhow, I can’t control Five for now, but Sir Norman can.” Alan Wilson felt the two bulges in his back and boasted somewhat smugly.

“Didn’t get my file.” Pamela Mountbatten made a draw, ready to strike a blow.

“A few words don’t even fill a sheet of paper, what’s there to read.” As soon as Allen Wilson’s words left his mouth, the two immediately froze in place, maintaining a cozy stance of husband and wife.

Alan Wilson grabbed the first move, stood up and spoke in a parental style, “Use the tricks I taught you on me?”

“Your mind is as small as a pinprick.” Pamela Mountbatten stuck out her index finger and pulled down one eye bag, spitting out her tongue and making a face, “Even if you didn’t say it, I guessed it. You taught me all about it!”

“It wouldn’t be Macmillan if you weren’t more careful.” Alan Wilson clasped his hands on his waist, “That’s still going to die.”

“Macmillan is Macmillan, you are you, everyone is different.” Pamela Mountbatten sat down施施施, “I’m me, and what I have in common with Macmillan’s wife is limited to being one sex.”

Having slept together for so many years, Pamela Mountbatten knew in her heart that her husband was not to be ruffled in certain areas, otherwise she would have replaced the group’s assistants with a bunch of Northern Rhodesian Slavs, one safer looking than the other?

“Pamela play with your brother first.” Alan Wilson said at his daughter, and then picked his wife up by the waist and went straight upstairs.

Because of the Conservative Party’s number two figure, it was surprising to cause family conflicts, and eventually Pamela Mountbatten was finally persuaded in the face of her coquettish husband during the mission of manned spaceflight.

“Also do not know to avoid a little, the daughter is now remembered.” Pamela Mountbatten, full of grumbling, put her clothes back on and stopped before walking out of the bedroom, “Let’s leave it at that during the day and talk about the rest at night.”

The Soviets say that when you meet resistance, the iron bar sweeps across. When resistance increases, the iron bar thickens. It all has a philosophy of life.

Things are not big, Pamela Mountbatten thought it was a sign of her husband’s love for himself, put the children at ease, continued to get tired with the head of the family, listened to her husband arrange the ministerial schedule for a few months, and could not help but say, “Recently, the foreign minister did not have the time to sit in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, you can make you idle.”

“People are ministers, can’t ask about every aspect.” Answer his wife between, Alan Wilson still did not forget to show the status of the head of the family, like grasping the dough as not letting the palm of the hand idle, listening to the inhalation if any, “I’m not idle, in a few days the Ministry of Defense to sign a Tutankhamun-class arms sales contract with Portugal, we are very pleased to see that Mr. Salazar in the maintenance of the national interests of the efforts of the country. ”

Pamela Mountbatten grunted and protested in a broken whisper, “Eight submarines are definitely going to Goa. You’re just solidifying the security of Portuguese Goa, but it’s also up to Karachi. The triangle has stability, but the three directions of India, after all, do not belong to one country. I think it is just right for you to be the Portuguese Foreign Minister.”

Alan Wilson also does not deny that the nature of his central air conditioning, with the beginning of the development of foreign policy, began to envelop a lot of countries, which is not to talk about selling out, this is the post-war Britain should do, history is so.

It’s just that historically the UK didn’t sell out, and with him as the permanent undersecretary for foreign affairs, it would have sold out more appropriately.

It’s also a positive cycle, without him in the Gulf of Guinea to break the news of the existence of oil, the Nigerian Autonomous Territories development program funds will be nowhere to be found, can’t he pay for it out of his own pocket, can he? There is a limit to patriotism, he even paid out once in Malaya.

Portugal is also the beneficiary of the development of the Gulf of Guinea, so there is money, consolidate the defense, buy a number of submarines, and ultimately is not the United Kingdom benefit? It’s better for him to sell his country in a dignified manner than to sell his country without a door.

Military sales are highly valued in any country, even the sale of second-hand submarines, in the signing ceremony, the Secretary of State for Defense and the British Commander-in-Chief of the three armed forces, Mountbatten, also attended in full costume, for military sales to support the scene.

Princess Margaret lying on the window, soft brute waist exposed, legs slightly open good-looking angle, exquisite face with a trace of pity, and warmth. Accompanied by a slightly wrinkled brow, lightly biting her red lips, she looked towards the military sale ceremony in the distance.

For a long time, Her Royal Highness with the color of contentment, turned back and kissed the man together, with some reproach in her mouth, “There are times when you have very little guts, but there are times when you are so bold, you’ll be finished if you are found out.”

“I’m sure Her Highness wouldn’t let that happen.” Allen Wilson engaged in a verbal argument, and a few moments later, the two had redressed and continued their tour of the military sale.

At least on the surface, no one could tell that the Honorable Permanent Undersecretary of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and Her Royal Highness, who had an oil industry off the coast of Portuguese Angola, had just engaged in some in-depth discussion about the cause of conquering the universe.

“Thank you, Honorable Permanent Undersecretary, for bringing me here today; not many people know about the Angolan industry, and if word gets out, there could be misunderstandings.” The excited sister-in-law, following behind her brother-in-law, inquired, “I’m sure the Minister is very pleased that the Ministry of Foreign Affairs has such a diligent civil servant as the Permanent Undersecretary, I’m interested in what’s on the agenda these days?”

“The minister has to do more important things, like I can only do trivial things that don’t deserve a special trip to create as good conditions as possible. I have a trip to France in a few days?” Alan Wilson replied with a gesture of respect for the crown.

The two men walked and chatted as the reappearing MI5 agent, with a bemused face, stayed within sight but not too close. The two men were related, and didn’t need to concern themselves with them as agents.

“Oh? France isn’t a big deal?” Princess Margaret laughed softly, “I’d really like to know what counts as a big deal.”

“Like visiting the Soviet Union.” Elu Wilson replied in all seriousness, he wasn’t joking, he did have plans for Harold Wilson to visit the Soviet Union.

It was important to realize that Khrushchev was committed to détente after coming to power, and had come to visit London before, only he was still a high commissioner at that time, and didn’t experience it firsthand.

A return visit was, of course, inevitable, and Edley did return at that time; the Labor Party was, after all, different from the Conservatives. Much more emphasis was placed on appeasing the Soviet Union to safeguard European security.

In a climate of détente, the US was to host the US National Expo in Moscow, and Alan Wilson worked out an itinerary for the UK to visit, while cheering on the US.

But by the time the Foreign Secretary will not be a trip, it is still too early to say, not to mention the Labour Party in the end set when the general election, the outcome of the election is still unknown.

Alan Wilson went to Paris this time, is the minister is not willing to go, so it is his turn to step in, the minister to achieve rather than take the blame, like a warm welcome rather than looking for embarrassment.

So how could the Foreign Secretary show up for this euphemistic rejection of France’s reorganization of NATO? It wasn’t him, the humble social publicist, who went to be the villain instead of the minister.

Even Harold Wilson felt a little embarrassed, looking for an excuse, “It is not that I am unwilling to appear, Alan you know, the French are difficult to deal with. I believe you will complete this mission and satisfy the French.”

“Leave it to me Minister.” Allen Wilson, who already knew America’s attitude towards France’s reorganization of NATO, agreed with his mouth full.

Satisfying the French was tough, satisfying himself was easy, there were still a few movie queens waiting for him in Paris.

The permanent undersecretary, with the air of the wind and the cold water, set out on a journey to fulfill the difficult journey of the foreign minister.

Alan Wilson, traveling in the Comet airliner, had already figured out how to appease France, or how to drive a knife hard toward the French heart.

“I don’t understand, Britain and France are in the same situation, and should rightly stand with France. Isn’t that so?” George Pidur, faced with Alan Wilson’s face full of righteous indignation, incomprehensibly pursued, “Could it be that Britain is already a follower of the United States? Britain owes France an explanation.”

Allen Wilson moody, face full of gravity, will be yesterday and Oscar-winning actress Ms. Ingrid Bergman’s surprise acting tuition fully displayed, this look, not only George Pidur overwhelmed to stop the reproach, around the French dignitaries are also silent.

Emotions have been in place, Alan Wilson opened his reddened eyes, a word, “Mr. George, from the Iranian thing can not be seen? It’s not that Britain hasn’t fought for France, but the United States is refusing from a position of strength, and I can’t help it.”

In a position of strength, Georges Pidoule froze in his tracks, his palms clenched into fists under his sleeves.