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The whistle was sounded, and the huge ship slowly docked. After more than seven months, Alan Wilson finally set foot on the land of British India. At this moment, he had mixed feelings. After all, this is the place where the dream began and his life. An important stop among them.

But the cruel fact is too much to think about. The passengers on the ship have already started to disembark, "Alan, your big suitcases are definitely not easy to take, let's take them down for you."

"Thank you!" Alan Wilson was grateful for his colleagues' help. "Just take the boat, and naturally someone will come up to help."

As expected by Alan Wilson, as soon as everyone got off the boat, a group of Indians came up to help, with attentive attitudes and eager eyes. Although all they could do was help with luggage, the Governor's Office in New Delhi had already sent someone. come to pick up.

But Alan Wilson couldn't help but express his goodwill. He took out two rupees that he had not used in more than half a year to express his goodwill. Looking at a few Indians thanking them in careful English, the gentleman was very happy. This is what he came here for.

"These Shudras!" Alan Wilson muttered with a sympathetic look, walking briskly towards the convoy that was greeted by New Delhi.

Donald McClay was astounded by Alan Wilson's astonishing adaptability, almost a different person from stepping on the soil of British India, and can't tell what has changed there.

"Ellen!" With this call, surprises followed. Pamela Mountbatten got out of the car and shouted in a tone of surprise. This call was full of affection.

Alan Wilson's expression changed, and he couldn't help speeding up two steps. Pamela Mountbatten was more active, trotting all the way into Alan Wilson's arms.

"What do you have in your pocket? It's hitting me." Pamela Mountbatten, who put her arms around Alan Wilson's neck, asked after her excitement cooled, "I heard that you are coming back and begging Uncle Barron. Come here together, unfortunately it's been two days."

"Two days is not an error for sailing at sea." Alan Wilson freed himself from the embrace without a trace, and kept his mouth at the same time, "You know, I don't want to come back all the time, although Europe It is far more prosperous than this colony, but there is nothing I want there, and the most precious things are left in British India. Fortunately, it is finally back before Christmas."

Pamela Mountbatten frowned, but her face turned red involuntarily. She kept all the telegrams sent by Ellen Wilson. After learning that the man was sure to come back, she couldn't help it even in class. laugh.

The day came, and Pamela Mountbatten couldn't help coming from New Delhi just to see Alan Wilson for the first time.

"It seems that this is the owner of the nylon stockings, Guy, he's just a beast, how old is this girl?" Donald Maclean shook his head and commented when he saw this scene.

"This seems to be the daughter of General Mountbatten. I personally suggest that you reorganize your language." Guy Burgess shrugged helplessly, but don't blame himself for not reminding him.

"Young girls' brave pursuit of love is indeed admirable." Donald MacLean said solemnly, "It seems that there is a saying that only love can't live up to it? Right?"

You're right, you're right, you're wrong! Burgess looked at his friend without saying much.

"It's different from the same people!" Alan Wilson complained to Pamela Mountbatten on the train to New Delhi, "Look, among the diplomats here are the British Burmese Commissioner, the British Ceylon Commissioner, What am I? Just an Assistant Commissioner for British India, you see Burgess and McLean, not much older than me, they are the Commissioner, and I am the Assistant Commissioner."

"Aren't you already the Deputy Secretary-General? At least the rank is enough. You can't replace Sir Barron's qualifications." Pamela Mountbatten leaned on the man's shoulder, with a comfortable look on her face, comforting, "Both of them came from very good backgrounds and are considered outstanding among their peers. You are already on the same level as them, and you will only surpass them in the future."

"A rhetorical alcoholic, or a rhetoric..." Putting homosexuality back in his mouth, Alan Wilson was still lamenting the injustice of the world, and the breath of Versailles surrounded his body.

Burgess was born in 1910 and is 35 years old this year. He has served as a British BBC radio host, a British MI6 agent, and a secretary to the British foreign minister.

His father was a British naval officer and his mother came from a very wealthy family; he studied history at Cambridge University. At the University of Cambridge, Burgess was known for his wit and a passion for social work.

Donald MacLean, born in 1915, is also thirty years old this year, and has served as a diplomat in many countries. MacLean's father is a Scottish born in England, a liberal politician who served on the education board. Chairman.

When he was 20 years old, Donald Maclean had already entered the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Compared with his peers, he was completely a child in the eyes of others. He seemed to have nothing to compare with two seniors who were more than ten years older.

But Alan Wilson believes that he should be compared with the winners, otherwise he will only play chess with the stinky chess basket.

The two are now one of the commissioners of British Burma and the other of British Ceylon, which is very enviable. Alan Wilson can only hope that after the events in India, there will be a place for himself as a commissioner.

In this era of slow train speeds, Alan Wilson talked about his work experience in returning to Europe, focusing on his work at the Potsdam Conference, and chatting and laughing with the post-war Big Three.

And the fact that Whitehall is now particularly optimistic about its own development, concealing trivial matters including but not limited to dragoons and Iron Maidens, as well as cultural czars.

Pamela Mountbatten's life is much simpler. She lives between two o'clock and one line. If she has nothing to do, she will go to the Governor's Palace to ask if she has a telegram for herself. When she says this, she said, "I thought I was going back to Europe to find you. , I didn't expect you to come back first."

"Maybe in a short time, I won't leave." Alan Wilson said solemnly, "The matter in British India is very complicated, there are many opinions in the country, and there is no feasible way. So I may do it here. After a period of work, of course, I mainly want to come and see you."

"Is your mouth smeared with honey?" Pamela Mountbatten scolded with a sullen smile, and whispered, "I keep all the gems you gave me. They are yours, and I only keep them temporarily."

"How about making a pair of gemstone sandals, but maybe it's not enough. It doesn't matter, there is still time to collect them slowly." Alan Wilson assured the following in the tone of cutting leeks, with a proud mentality of a vast world.

It's hard to find any difference between New Delhi and months away. Alan Wilson stepped on the land of the Indian Governor's Palace again, and as soon as he arrived in New Delhi, he sent a telegram to his subordinates in Hyderabad, telling them the fact that he had returned to British India.

Then he came to the Indian Governor's Palace, met Sir Barron, the leader of the British Indian civil servants, took out the bank deposit certificate from the Royal Bank of Scotland, and said, "With the participation of British India, the recovery speed of the British-occupied area is The fastest in the Shikoku occupied area, it's all Sir Barron's effort."

As for the British-occupied areas leading the fashion, the occupied areas of Daozhou, especially the Soviet-occupied areas, followed suit and began to use the cigarette trade to plunder instead of directly evacuating all the property in the Soviet-occupied areas. This is only a small after-effect, and it is not worth reporting .

"Sir Edward recognizes your work attitude very much." Sir Barron enthusiastically expressed his joy for Alan Wilson's return, took the deposit slip and said calmly, "Post-war recovery is the most important thing in the country now, the two wings With Qi Fei's plan, the status of British India is extremely important, and for the restoration of the mainland, our humble social public tools are just a little tired, so what does it matter."

"There are also 18 provincial chief executives and 14 local state commissioners!" Alan Wilson said in a slow organizational language, "The colleagues of the British Occupied Trade Commission said that, of course, the British India side cannot be allowed to bleed again and again. Tears."

"Oh! Thank you to my colleagues in the British-occupied area." Sir Barron sat down on the backrest and said nonchalantly, "By the way, now that the end of the year is approaching, a year-end meeting should be held~lightnovelpub.net~ Notice When these people from all over the country come to the Governor's Palace, it will be the Governor's Palace on Christmas Day, and they will express their gratitude for their troubles for a year."

"This Christmas mood, I believe it will definitely make everyone very happy." Alan Wilson immediately agreed.

"Okay, you are now my assistant. In my years of work, it is rare for you to be able to contribute so quickly to the British Empire. Of course I am happy to see it. It's done!" Sir Barron said slowly, "Of course good people should go faster, go see Pamela first, I want to chat with the commissioners from Ceylon and Burma."

Alan Wilson stepped backwards and left Sir Barron's office, delivering the paper-light present. Nothing else needs to be said!

Just a year after the end of the war, the situation in British India was generally calm. In the history of the chaos after British India, in a sense, it was also the rumors of letting British India become independent in London, which caused the various factions in India to completely fall into the frantic competition.

In fact, the sporadic mutiny does not mean that the current British India is in chaos. The Congress Party and the Mu League did not end. What kind of chaos? Several garrison mutinies were immediately quelled, so what is chaos? Alan Wilson thinks it's far from the talk!