In the following schedule, Alan Wilson behaved like an imperial civil servant in front of Vivien Leigh, but he was eloquent in front of Furtseva. This was because he already knew a little about Furtseva before, while Vivien Leigh was still there. understand.

"Enough, don't go too far." Furtseva was irritated by the face of the hypocritical public servant. "Don't brag here, even if I give you a chance, you won't dare to do anything to me."

Alan Wilson was startled, looked up at the ceiling, and muttered in disbelief, "That's right, this is London, not Moscow?"

"So what?" Furtseva said condescendingly. "I'm not your English vase."

"Miss Ekaterina, you make me very angry." Alan Wilson said with a serious face, "It seems that you don't know me very well, it's time to get to know me better."

Alan Wilson admits that he is indeed taking a little advantage of his mouth.

Reason tells him not to do risky things, but the confidence of this cultural czar has angered Alan Wilson, and men can do anything for face.

The so-called Anglo-Soviet cultural friendly exchange schedule was directly arranged by Alan Wilson, and now he has decided to let the cultural czar understand what it means for people to bow their heads under the eaves.

The process of this cultural exchange will be changed by the contempt of the cultural czar for imperial civil servants, and Furtseva must take full responsibility. Alan Wilson opened the threat through words, for reasons of salute before soldier.

For Alan Wilson's threat, Fortseva took a contemptuous attitude, did she really think she was scared?

The matter has come to this point, all the mediation has been of no avail, and will be regarded as an act of weakness. Ellen Wilson took out a key and shook it in front of Furtseva.

Furtseva didn't know why, and when Alan Wilson turned around, she suddenly realized, "This is the key to my room!"

For security reasons, it is very normal for a receptionist responsible for receiving representatives of Soviet cultural exchanges to have the key to the hotel. After all, this is the capital of the British Empire, London.

So Alan Wilson has, and now is just letting Furtseva know about it.

For several days in a row, Furtseva was worrying about gains and losses, she couldn't sleep, and she was afraid of being touched by someone unwittingly.

But as the schedule drew to a close, Fortseva relented, as she had estimated, a bluff.

In the middle of the night of this day, a sneaky figure set off. All the performances have ended. The British-Soviet Friendship Exchange Day during the day is the last large-scale event. According to Alan Wilson's observation during the day, it can be determined that the participating countries Cultural representatives are exhausted.

"Today is the day of the trial!" Alan Wilson, who had changed his car, decided to regain the face of the British Empire in the middle of the night and sneaked into the hotel directly from the fire escape. The whole process reflected his professionalism as an MI6 agent Sex, even if it is stealing incense and jade, is not false.

Alan Wilson, who had changed into a suit, suppressed his vigorous heartbeat and approached the target step by step.

In front of Furtseva's door, Alan Wilson glanced left and right like a thief, his hands were not slow at all, and he twisted the door open, as professional as sneaking into the Wolfenstein headquarters.

With the door closed, no one noticed except the awakened Fortseva. The Soviet cultural representatives and the Red Flag Song and Dance Troupe were about to return to China. They were in a relaxed state for the last few days, and they relaxed their vigilance against class enemies.

Facts have proved that once you relax your vigilance, you will suffer a lot. This night is quite long for some people. It seems like a repeat of the Crimean War, the duel between the peak emperor Russia and the British emperor, the collision between lobster soldiers and Cossacks, victory as history.

"Is it safe?" Alan Wilson gasped, knowing that it was time for a decisive battle.

The blond hair was attached to her cheek, and her whole body seemed to be clenched by Fortseva, who was submerged in the water, and said with the unwillingness of defeat, "Safety!"

"The British Empire is still at its peak!" Two hours later, Alan Wilson, who had some loose feet, said with a feeling of getting dressed, and before leaving, he also took Fultseva's hairpin, which was considered to be a small one. commemoration.

Any famous actor is also Tu Yile. If I really want to talk about the desire to conquer, it is also the cultural czar. Alan Wilson is quite satisfied with his cultural reception work, both public and private.

The last reception of the cultural exchange between the two countries was held. After the reception, the Soviet cultural delegation will have no more itinerary and will leave London in two days.

This time the reception was not attended by non-governmental personnel, but an official welcome party. The United Kingdom also has a Ministry of Culture. At the end of the cultural exchange, naturally, it also came forward and delivered a speech.

During the free time, Alan Wilson approached Furtseva again with a shy mentality, and sanely talked about the exchange of cultures between the two countries, which led to the cold eyebrows of the defeated.

Alan Wilson lingered, until there was no one around Force, before he lowered his voice and said, "Miss Ekaterina, have you forgotten the good memories of the two of us?"

"Enough, just pretend it didn't happen." Fortseva scolded softly, "I still let down my vigilance against class enemies."

"I understand this very well. When dealing with class enemies, we must strike hard and mercilessly. But that is your Soviet Union, and our British Empire naturally has a set of methods." Communication, high-spirited and quite elated.

In the eyes of others, it was just another debate between loyal imperial civil servants and the Soviets.

"Alan, because of his age, loves to be honest. In fact, there is no need to convince the Soviets."

A few diplomats pointed and made comments not far away. When they saw the faces of the Soviets, they felt that their guesses were correct.

"Because of your profound cultural heritage, I say it is not difficult to deal with." Alan Wilson is really suppressing Furtseva with words. "Once the confrontation begins, we will definitely attack the Soviet cultural circle."

The reason is that, on the one hand, the Soviet Union has a profound cultural heritage, and the Russians are known as the most read nation in the world. Therefore, using cultural penetration to promote Western thinking can achieve the most extensive effect.

On the other hand, because of the active thinking of Soviet intellectuals, there were a considerable number of dissidents in this group, and their dissatisfaction with Soviet authorities and policies became an entry point to be exploited.

Raising the literary standing of Soviet dissidents by supporting them to win the Nobel Prize for Literature and assisting them in the surreptitious dissemination of samizdat, these tactics had a serious impact on the mainstream Soviet political culture.

If you have a little understanding of history, you will know that the works of the imperial Russian period are no less than the Soviet period, but the Russian literary circles of the imperial Russian period have never been widely praised by the West.

But this situation will change with the advent of the Cold War. Alan Wilson remembers that, I don’t know when it started, the Nobel Prize for Literature suddenly favored Soviet writers, and the famous Solzhenitsyn was one of the representatives, but absolutely Not the only one.

"I believe not, the real culture will definitely be widely accepted." Furtseva said this calmly, "On the contrary, with the improvement of the quality of the British people, you are more dangerous. "

"We can not improve, so that most Britons can't understand what you call a widely accepted culture." Alan Wilson is present, and he is not worried about the future described by Furtseva.

"It's really hard to believe that a person who claims to serve the country wants his own people to be more stupid." Fortseva seemed to be shocked and could not understand the purpose of this.

"No, they have the power of ignorance, knowledge represents conspiracy and crime, and ignorance has a certain dignity."

Alan Wilson calmly retorted, "If the people can't understand us, they don't know what we've done wrong. The more you let the people know, the more the people will demand you more. We live in a In the real society, everyone is greedy. They want their country to be the strongest in every aspect, whether it is economic, cultural or military. If possible, they even want the population to be the first, but at the same time the per capita is also the first. ."

Fortseva couldn't believe what she was hearing, and the man opposite seemed to really think, "You're playing with fire with the whole country."

"The Soviet Union is playing with fire. The loyal subjects of the British Empire will not pay attention to the words of poor countries. UU reading www.uukanshu.com" Alan Wilson connoted Furtseva with a smirk, the living standard of the Soviet Union It will not exceed the UK, no matter how reasonable it is, it is farting. If it is the other way around, farting is reasonable.

Alan Wilson also wanted to revisit the Crimea battle if possible, but never found the opportunity. The visit of the Soviet cultural delegation to London has ended.

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I have to say that at this time in 1945, the Soviet Union still had a strong influence, and the performance of the Red Flag Song and Dance Troupe was also warmly welcomed. Unfortunately, good times are always short-lived. the end.

"I'll keep your hairpin!" Alan Wilson said with an aftertaste in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

The future cultural czar, with a frown, turned a deaf ear to the **** of the imperialist bureaucracy, and boarded the plane with everyone.

It was only after the plane took off that Fortseva turned her cheeks sideways and looked at the smaller and smaller figure through the window. It happened, it happened, and it was impossible to pretend it didn't happen.