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"Let's not talk about the Soviet Union, let's just talk about the iron ore." Derek said with confidence, "Our meeting today is a coincidence, but it is also inevitable by chance. I got the news from Ms. Vivien Leigh, she cares if you want information. , this kind of information is top secret to any country, and you still hope to get some compensation if you dare to explain it.”

"Have a glass of juice, thank you." He ordered to the waiter in the restaurant, and then Alan Wilson said, "Dear Mr. Derek, there is currently no country in the subcontinent, and you have a very long-term outlook, which is really admirable. ."

The two chatted one after another, but they didn't get to the point for a long time. Time passed little by little, Derek's smile on his chest had already disappeared, and he frowned and said, "Mr. Allen, even if you are already The senior officials in the colony are not very well paid, and how much can they earn with some gray income, a few hundred dollars a month, what are you doing, who do you think you are, the Prime Minister of the British Empire?"

What a coincidence, Alan Wilson really thinks so, unmoved by the other party's sarcasm, "I don't think that in British India, my power is similar to that of the Prime Minister. Can the Prime Minister kill people casually on the streets of London? He can't, but I can, I have countless ways to get rid of what I think is bad for the British Empire, that's the real colony. In the United States, of course Mr. Derek can do it, but it's certainly not like It's so easy for me here."

Not to mention, the current shareholder of U.S. Steel may not be as rich as he is, even if the other party is rich. But money and power are not exactly the same thing, even if they are interdependent.

Alan Wilson didn't want to eat hard or soft, and was not interested in Derek's temptation. He finally made the other party feel that the so-called first move was just a beautiful dream, so he gave up the vague temptation and said directly, "Okay, Let’s be direct, the purpose of my visit this time is to come to British India to see if I can expand my business to the subcontinent, that is, to follow the iron ore, which is also good for Britain, isn’t it?”

"This matter is very difficult to handle." Alan Wilson became a little more energetic, and the other party finally got to the point, but he still showed embarrassment, "The risk is huge, and it may destroy the stability of British India."

"Isn't it still what you British people say about British India?" Derek chuckled and sneered, "When will you British people care about the voice of the colonies? Isn't it always guns and guns?"

"You can't say that." Alan Wilson flatly denied, "British and Indian are like brothers, and Indians are our dearest relatives and friends, brothers and sisters!"

"People like you still care about this?" Derek frowned slightly, as if he had seen aliens with his own eyes. Just as he was about to say something, he saw Alan Wilson's head tilted to one side, with a sense of helplessness. "You have to pay more."

Derek's expression was sluggish, he suddenly chuckled, and said to himself, "I thought I just met an honest official, and I wanted to make sure that today is April Fool's Day."

"Mr. Derek's misunderstanding of me is really serious. Here I solemnly remind you not to take your domestic experience out of the United States. Diplomacy is no trivial matter. Once you change places, your previous experience may not be useful." Allen Wilson snapped his fingers and asked for another glass of juice, then said, "When I say "difficult," I mean considering the overall situation, it's a macro-level thing, and it's not limited to the behavior of an individual."

"In other words, there are still people above you." Derek said succinctly, saying that he understood the other party's words, "It seems that this matter exceeded my previous expectations, and even a little out of my control."

"It's not surprising, Chamberlain thought he controlled the Führer." Alan Wilson leaned back in a tactical posture, looking at the fat... capitalist from the United States, "When Mr. Derek started, he was actually a Signal, since you can come, if you delay, maybe other guests will come to British India, and if this iron ore falls into someone else's hands? There may be a competitor to U.S. Steel."

"There are many steel companies, but there are not as many iron ore companies as such a good iron ore."

"Who would go to the far-off subcontinent, Mr. Allen?" Derek said that he did not agree with the other party's opinion. "The infrastructure here is backward, and even skilled workers are scarce."

"The biggest and best iron ore is in Mysore, which is a coastal state. Maybe Mr. Derek wants to tell a British Indian civil servant that you don't understand British India." Alan Wilson picked Raising his eyebrows, he pointed out that Derek's words were not true, "The coast of Mysore can rely on the developed sea transportation to transport high-quality iron ore. Of course, if Mr. Derek told me that the United States' sea transportation is very backward, As if I didn't say it."

When it comes to geopolitical issues, Derek, a pure capitalist, is the opponent of Alan Wilson, a British Indian official.

Now it's obviously a seller's market. If that iron ore is to be sold, it can be sold to any steel company, including but not limited to U.S. Steel. Who would refuse such a good quality iron ore?

Now, Derek has to admit that the idea of ​​picking up a big bargain and coming to British India to buy dips is too optimistic.

He still underestimated his opponents, always thinking of a huge profit, but he wondered how the British could not understand the subcontinent under governance.

Derek didn't speak for a long time, obviously in a bad mood, but he still said, "Mr. Allen is disturbed. In fact, I'm usually very busy, so I might go back sometime."

"Then wish that Mr. Derek can have a good time in the subcontinent in his short free time." Alan Wilson stood up, nodded politely to Derek, and then left the restaurant without looking back.

Derek just watched Alan Wilson's back disappear until his assistant came to remind, "Mr. Derek!"

"I can hear." Derek gave the assistant a warning look, your boss is in a bad mood right now.

For capitalists, not picking up big bargains is equivalent to losing money. This is the same as thieves who think they have lost money when they haven’t stolen anything. Obviously, Derek is in a bad mood right now.

Alan Wilson was much simpler. He went to the telegraph room of the Governor's Palace and prepared to report the matter to London as an outstanding imperial civil servant, and give his own advice in it.

If the price is right, Alan Wilson expressed his willingness to test the other party, and if it is not suitable, he will reject the other party.

Of course, this money is of course an unreserved contribution to the finances of the British Empire to ease the pressure on the British Empire after the war.

The question is what to do if the other party bribes you, whether to ask the other party to take out the part that belongs to the public.

This telegram was sent to London, and he left the telegraph room and returned to his home. When he walked to the door of the apartment, the corners of his mouth twitched. Joan Crawford was already waiting there.

"Joan, this will make people speculate about our relationship." Alan Wilson said helplessly, "This has an impact on you."

"With Betty here, what should I be afraid of?" Joan Crawford hummed, stepped forward and the two of them were almost face-to-face, "Are you afraid that it will spread to Vivian's ears? Come out, do you really have the idea of ​​staying together for a long time?"

"She's a big star, how can I get it." Alan Wilson looked sad, with a face of resentment that he couldn't ask for, "There is a gap between us, it's too difficult to bridge."

This gesture resonated with Joan Crawford, who are all people who work hard for progress.

This makes Joan Crawford, who has also come step by step to today, feel a little empathy.

"Let's stay and have a meal together, I'll go and call Ms. Heidi." Alan Wilson opened the door and turned back to invite Joan Crawford, acting like a good family man.

"Maybe that's how you seduced Vivian." Joan Crawford was touched when she saw Alan Wilson like this, and happily accepted the invitation, "I mainly stay~lightnovelpub.net~ Tell you what to do with Derek."

"I understand very well, should I do something to express my gratitude?" Alan Wilson, holding two eggs in his hand, stared fiercely at Joan Crawford's chest with a stern look. "How about the small ball turning the big ball?"

"What small ball, what big ball?" Joan Crawford was stunned for a moment, but immediately realized that it was a mouthful, and said with an indifferent expression, "You can go to the sky without those two small **** falling on you. already."

Although the dinner was not luxurious, it was a sumptuous one, and Alan Wilson was polite and courteous, not only able to join in what Joan Crawford and Heidi Lamar were talking about, but also to give his own advice.

Because of the jet lag, it was lunchtime over there in London, and Edward Bridges and Norman Brook, walking hand in hand, unembarrassed, ate and studied telegrams from New Delhi.

"The Ministry of Finance has been the most stressed department since the end of the war." Edward Bridges gently wiped the corner of his mouth and squinted his eyes. "Those ideas of our Prime Minister require huge financial support."

"The Prime Minister calls that a grand blueprint." Norman Brooke shrugged, "But it's really a big deal."

"That's why we let the civil servants in the colonies find their own way. At present, British India is worthy of being the jewel of the British Empire. If it weren't for the support there, the permanent undersecretaries of the Ministry of Finance would have resigned." Edward Bridges said this and looked at Norman Brooke, "So, Norman, is there a decision?"

"Of course it's support." Norman Brook nodded solemnly. "It's better to betray the colony than the homeland. Many things in the past have proved that once we let ourselves go, it will eventually feed back to us."