What happened to Rodnia? Rich in natural resources, such as coal, chrome, iron, platinum, gold, and diamonds, it is a small South Africa, with a land area of ​​several hundred thousand square kilometers, can’t accommodate Mikhailovich’s 200,000 remnants of defeated soldiers?

Even if the industrial base is a little weaker now, at least you won't be hungry. Isn't it much better than Germany, where cigarettes are now hard currency? In Alan Wilson's view, Rodnia is a promising place.

The climate is also good and the land is sufficient, so why haven't I disliked these refugees who are running out of food? The other party also picked it up?

And he just informed Mikhailovich, and did not give the other party the right to object. It seems that these refugees still think they are sweets?

"There are three options in front of you. The first is to go to Rhodesia, if you are not willing. I can only send you back to Yugoslavia. Of course, for humanitarian reasons, I may also be sent back to the Soviet Union. If the Soviet Union sends you Repatriate to Yugoslavia and leave the British Empire alone."

Alan Wilson shrugged, as if he had done his best, and it was not his fault that things had evolved to this point.

"Excuse me, is there any difference between repatriation to Yugoslavia and repatriation to the Soviet Union?" Mikhailovich asked resentfully.

"This is just a variety of answers. We generally give others three kinds of advice, two of which are completely consistent with only wording differences, and the other is completely unacceptable, such as attacking the Soviet Union or bombing the United States." Alan Wilson indifferently Asked, "Can you tell me now, are you willing to go to Rhodesia?"

"I want something to bring to Africa, and I hope I can get a response." Mikhailovich has no heart to refute the shamelessness of the British Empire. The money has been given to Alan Wilson. Now he can only hope that the other party still sees In the face of collecting money before, keep some kindness in your heart.

"Let's talk about it first!" Alan Wilson didn't agree directly. Now Europe is short of everything, and Rhodesia is not short of precious metals. These Yugoslavs can dig again when they get there, don't expect to take anything valuable. s things.

"If the liaison officer can agree to this request, I am willing to give you everything that is valuable to everyone." Mikhailovich increased his tone.

"Ah..." Alan Wilson lit a cigarette, then handed the remaining cigarettes to Mikhailovich, motioning to continue.

"Africa is so far away that we don't know anything about the place. Without weapons, it's hard to guarantee our own safety," Mikhailovich pleaded. "If we agree to this condition, we will leave Europe without anything at all."

"So it is." Alan Wilson put down a boulder in his heart. The world war has just ended, and the weapons of all countries are seriously unsalable, and their value is equivalent to scrap iron. He tapped his fingers on the table a few times, and replied with a casual tone, "The other continent is indeed full of unknown challenges, and I don't want to put you in danger. I will handle this matter, and I will do it after a while. Back in the British-occupied area, it is convenient to take care of you."

Alan Wilson is not for money. The oil and water on these refugees have long been searched twice by the British-occupied areas of Austria and the US-occupied areas of Germany. Even if it is contributed to himself now, all the refugees add up to an estimated 100 catties of gold. nothing.

But who made Alan Wilson, born a kind person, not polluted by this filthy world, so he could not see ordinary people suffering with kindness, so he reluctantly agreed.

He is definitely not for himself, but he has already received a telegram that a large number of civil servants in the mainland will soon take over the work in the British-occupied areas. The imperial servants have come to serve in a country that was once an enemy.

These colleagues who are about to work with them always want a little extra income, I believe this is not too much.

Receiving money is always better than being alone, and that's how people are built.

As for the relocation of Yugoslav refugees to Rhodesia, I don’t know what conditions the London government exchanged with the United States for this matter. Alan Wilson, a small commissioner, is always worried about the future of the empire. The British Empire is indeed also It's disconcerting.

After Mikhailovich left, Mia, who came to cook, greeted Alan Wilson gratefully, "If it weren't for you, I, an incompetent middle-aged woman, would not be able to live in this city. , I might have already become a begging refugee, thank you so much.”

At this time, cigarettes are the hard currency in Berlin. Alan Wilson takes out a pack of cigarettes for Mia from time to time. As a salary, Mia can go out to exchange necessities for life, so that she can live comfortably in a short time. The average Berlin citizen is much more relaxed, and now it seems that capitalism also has something to learn.

"It's nothing, and thank you for your work during this time, cigarettes won't be a currency for a long time~lightnovelpub.net~ Alan Wilson waved his hand, "You don't have to thank anything, in fact, there is nothing to thank. Yes, no small effort. "

A cigarette was worth about a thousand dollars in Germany at this time. And this situation will continue for at least a year or so, making a large number of American soldiers and even high-ranking officials become the bad guys.

This is of course bad news for Alan Wilson, who wants to establish a British middleman status, but before he arrived in Germany, he had already dismantled a cigarette factory in Chennai, India through his relationship with British India, and is currently at sea. , just don't know when it will arrive. As for tobacco leaves, British India has been growing tobacco for nearly three hundred years.

The war in Europe has stopped and shipping has resumed. The first thing Alan Wilson has to do is to use the tobacco cultivation in British India to eliminate the current black market of cigarettes in Germany and stop the American tyrant from plundering the wealth of Europe.

During the prosperity of the cigarette black market, the US military rebuilt an office building in Frankfurt, Germany, but only paid the cost of 150 cigarettes, which shows the huge profits.

This is the first pot of gold planned by Alan Wilson. Anyway, smoking is harmful to health. He also thinks about the health of British Indian residents. This harmful thing should be left to Europeans. Europeans are all colonizers.

Mia didn't know about these things, she just wanted to thank Alan Wilson for taking care of her during this time, and offered to invite, "Mr. Alan, I have prepared a dinner at home as a thank you, and I want to invite you to my house. place, dinner with our family, and my daughter would love to thank you too."

"It's all a matter of hands, I don't need your thanks at all." Alan Wilson turned his head as he spoke, looking at the watch on his wrist, "Tomorrow, it's not too early today, I don't want to disturb you. "