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Always looking for something, a great power across the sea doesn't fit Alan Wilson's definition of third world punching out. Moreover, this is the work of the United States. Due to the special relationship between the United Kingdom and the United States, Alan Wilson cannot steal the show.

Therefore, Indonesia is more suitable as the target of his punches. After all, there are still friends from the imperialist family around who can help. If there is nothing, just punching Jakarta twice is a necessary means.

The signed signatures are like snowflakes, sent to Kuala Lumpur from all over the world. Alan Wilson doesn't care whether these signatures are genuine or not. He only needs an excuse. If there are not enough people, he can understand the painstaking efforts of the Chinese to help. forgery.

But now it seems that there is no need. There is a real threat of repatriation, and the joint signature of three million people seems to be a piece of cake.

"After finishing this, I believe that the development of Malaya will enter the fast lane." Alan Wilson said while supervising Vivien Leigh, who was trying to exercise.

"Is this useful? Haven't you always looked down on the Indian methods?" As a beginner, Vivien Leigh was obviously skeptical about yoga, and some of the postures were quite ashamed. She even had reasonable doubts in her heart. man is deceiving himself.

"Anyway, India's civilization for such a long time cannot be all faults, but always has some merits." Alan Wilson picked up the newspaper, glanced at the report on the fourth battle, and said with two minds. .

"Like what?" Vivien Leigh asked breathlessly.

"Like your yoga now!" Alan Wilson answered absentmindedly. "And, eh? I'll think about it."

Vivien Leigh had an expression I knew, this man couldn't even think of it, he was lying to her.

"You stick to it first, it really helps your body function, you just believe me, and you will find the benefits after a while." Alan Wilson put down the newspaper and began to concentrate on supervising work.

After all, British Malaya is in the tropics, and Vivien Leigh's body was covered with a layer of sweat soon after. The national treasure who practiced yoga felt a little overwhelmed, and gasped and asked to stop.

"Okay!" Alan Wilson got up and picked up Vivien Leigh, waiting for the national treasure to rest for bone setting. He even felt the benefits of practicing yoga earlier than the client. In the past few days, he felt that Vivien Lei was lighter and softer.

After the last dance, Alan Wilson deeply realized how unscrupulous the younger generation of colonists were. Sooner or later, these back waves will regret, and then they will regret not making money at the best time.

As the commissioner of British Malaya, he was deeply worried about the quality of the new generation of imperialist successors.

"Why can't they be like me and use their work to reflect their value every day." Alan Wilson said to Vivien Leigh righteously, "I even work every day until two o'clock in the afternoon."

"Darling, you've worked so hard." Vivien Leigh, who was wearing a men's shirt, had a different temptation with her petite body, and took the initiative to come over and said, "I'll go see my son first, and I'll be making breakfast later."

As soon as dawn broke, Vivien Leigh jumped out of bed, brushed her teeth and brushed her hair hastily, and tucked herself into her clothes. When she reached the door, she grabbed her shoes and socks and ran downstairs barefoot.

Ellen Wilson was going out and she hoped to see him before he left. For no particular reason, she just grabbed any time she could spend alone with him. In those precious seconds, his attention and smile were just for her.

At the end, there was a long deep kiss, and she watched the commissioner of British Malaya go to work. She knew that this man wore a body armor to work every day, and took it off when he arrived at the administrative office. In the afternoon, he would be driving the Rolls-Royce Gintama. The bulletproof sedan is back.

To this end, Alan Wilson also said that if he could, he hoped that Vivien Leigh would also buy one, so be careful.

"I'm going back to London soon. The number of people who have signed the guarantee is enough. I will return to London with 3.2 million signatures and handprints to try to ask for an amnesty." Alan Wilson revealed after returning today. the next trip.

"This is not a problem for you." Vivien Leigh was a little curious, "after all, she is a civil servant who is optimistic about Whitehall."

"It has nothing to do with Whitehall, it is mainly about His Majesty the King. This may require the help of General Mountbatten." Alan Wilson shrugged, "In Britain now, if anyone can talk to the King, and the King is willing to help, it may only be He is."

In fact, this trump card, called the King, was used once by Manager Yi after Mountbatten became the Sea Lord.

Not long after McGregor became First Sea Lord, he scolded Mountbatten in good spirits. For some time thereafter, when the Admiralty held meetings, Mountbatten sat silently in the back, speaking only to discuss his work.

However, Daying Long Aotian's patience is limited. Once, he asked the Admiralty to approve the proposal to change the uniforms of officers and soldiers. McGregor delayed for various reasons. Mountbatten went directly to King George VI and asked him to put pressure on McGregor.

As a result, his proposal was approved, and the Royal Navy officers and men were put on new and more beautiful uniforms. This incident left such a deep impression on all the officials of the Admiralty: Mountbatten had a trump card, and although he did not move easily, he could do it at any time when needed.

Alan Wilson is of course very envious. Mountbatten is obviously taller than the MacArthur in the United States. This may be the difference between being born with a golden key and the originator of the Internet celebrity.

If Mountbatten was at the peak of the British Empire, he could easily cover up MacArthur's light.

Regarding the fact that Alan Wilson will bring 3.2 million joint guarantees to return to London to plead for the people. It became the focus of the British and British Malayan newspapers.

In fact, this is a good opportunity to grab the headlines around the world, but imagination is not reality. On both sides, China and the United States are doing their best to prove their ability, when the fourth battle is against Maimang.

The blockbuster news of MacArthur's dismissal by President Truman turned Alan Wilson directly into Alan Weir.

"I'm really **** off!" Ai Banbi, a self-proclaimed civil servant, was furious when he heard the news, and scolded the Five-Star Emperor, venting his dissatisfaction.

Let all the subordinates of the Administrative Office look at each other face to face, and are also seen by Penang Commissioner Everred, who came to report to work, "Commissioner, General MacArthur has been dismissed, you don't have to do this."

"I wouldn't scold him if he was still the commander-in-chief, but he's not anymore." Alan Wilson snorted and smiled, "I'm just an idiot without real power. If I go up to be the commander, I won't be worse than him."

However, there is one point MacArthur is worth learning. The attainment of the founder of the Internet celebrity in reversing black and white is definitely worth learning. Exactly what he is preparing to do now.

In a sense, what Alan Wilson is doing now is akin to MacArthur running away from the Philippines and then staging The Return of the King. That's the truth of the whole raid on the POW camp. Although this truth is not necessary for others to know.

After a call of love for Pamela Mountbatten, Alan Wilson's passenger plane has landed in Kuala Lumpur, and the Comet passenger plane has been packed full of 3.2 million petitions signed.

At the same time, it was carrying the only passenger back to China, which surprised the crew who came over. After all, they have never seen a similar scene, let alone experienced it themselves.

Alan Wilson, who didn't grab the headlines around the world, still got the treatment it deserved in London. Reporters from major newspapers asked about the petition unloaded from the plane.

"This is a huge trust," Alan Wilson replied righteously to the reporters. "Maybe we can reach a consensus with the imperial subjects of British Malaya and jointly maintain local stability."

At this time, Alan Wilson was in high spirits, and he found the feeling of half of the civil servants, and he no longer had the frustration of being robbed by Emperor Mai. Answered about being besieged in the administrative office for a month, and the situation on the ground is on the verge of breaking out.

How did he negotiate with the petitioner, what conditions did he offer, and what kind of guarantees were obtained.

"You asked me to go to His Majesty the King and issue an amnesty order?" General Mountbatten said with some embarrassment, "There is no precedent for this. Is it okay for Prime Minister Attlee to intervene on behalf of the London government?"

"Dear Sea Lord, I'm thinking, how can I explain without a trace the fact that the colonists don't know who the Prime Minister is?" Alan Wilson was a little embarrassed~lightnovelpub.net~, but he still had to say it.

Regarding British Malaya, the fact that Attlee is not known at all. The influence of the so-called politicians is limited to the local area. Do you expect the black uncle of British Togo to realize the good intentions of the prime minister?

This is the case in British Togo, and the situation in British Malaya is similar. It is the truth and there is nothing to hide.

"Now 10 million people in the whole of British Malaya know that when I return to London, I am asking for an amnesty. If they are disappointed, the local area may not stabilize. On the contrary, if it succeeds, the local problem will be solved. Most."

General Mountbatten nodded at first, but suddenly asked back, "Are you threatening me?"

"Father, that's not what Aaron meant, it's just a matter of fact." Pamela Mountbatten said obediently and joined the ranks of persuasion, "In the entire British Empire, who else is like you, who can talk to the noble king? "

"This is also a fact." Mountbatten heard his daughter say this, and his waist even straightened a little, and said with a look of embarrassment, "Maybe other than me, no one else has this ability."

Alan Wilson and Pamela Mountbatten nodded adoringly, convinced of this well-founded conclusion.

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