Ana threw her suitcase from the bus onto the dusty curb and jumped off the bus herself. Standing in the harsh sunlight, she blinked in wonder and looked around.

"What are you looking at, you are very unfamiliar with Brussels?" Pokina followed closely, her short blonde hair was very conspicuous.

Anna picked up the suitcase, shielded her eyes from the sun with her hands, and walked towards the gate and driveway of the house, muttering, "If it weren't for that bastard, who would want to come here?"

A few minutes later, Anna went up the stairs with her luggage, which seemed heavy under the heat of the mattress! She rested for a while in the shadow of the hallway, brushing her sweaty hair up her face. Facing the wide gate, he put down his luggage, puffed up his chest and stepped forward, ready to knock on the door.

Upon receiving this imperious telegram, it was immediately decided that the sender was rude and overbearing. And now, the person standing in front of her is a living proof!

"Two respected female entrepreneurs, the fate is really wonderful, let us meet in a strange city." Alan Wilson looked straight at the dragoon sisters, without the arrogance in the telegram.

He took the initiative to take the suitcase and welcomed the two blonde beauties in. The night in Brussels was extremely long.

It's not all about lust, it's still an old problem, about the value of silver that has no symptoms but is worth a fight. He also regards this matter as the degree of trust that ladies of the same status as their wives have in themselves.

"I listen to you, don't you, sister?" Anna, who was holding the man's body like an octopus, looked back and asked.

Pokinna frowned slightly, still quite helpless to the promiscuous voice of the dog and man in broad daylight, and could only automatically filter the blushing and heartbeating picture in front of her, and said helplessly, "Of course we are willing to help, I believe you will not Harm us."

"Of course..." Alan Wilson let out a long breath, stroked the smooth back of the little dragoon, and sighed, "As long as you live a good life, I am willing to work hard for it."

Anna also showed a satisfied smile, just in time to meet the man's gaze. Those pair of black, knife-like eyes looked at her firmly with both cold and **** eyes.

Anna felt that this man was by no means a half-toned person who easily compromised. No matter what he does, he will definitely go all out.

He was obviously studying her now, his eyes wandering over her face, studying her hazel eyes, high cheekbones, soft lips, and shoulder-length blond hair.

"Your gaze looks like a school instructor. It's very frightening." Anna put her hands on Alan Wilson's shoulders, and the burden on her chest jumped up and down as she spoke.

"Honey, I don't like this kind of metaphor." Alan Wilson got up and hung Anna in the air together, "It's just so straightforward when you come here, isn't it to make my sister laugh, and we will talk about business later."

Anna didn't answer right away. After a long journey and the aerobic exercise just now, my physical strength has been overdrawn, and my life is sparse, and I can't adapt to it. Men may sense this too, seeing her as a vulnerable target.

Of course, Alan Wilson denied it categorically, and used all the words accumulated in Whitehall on the little dragoons. How could anyone in this world love Anna more than him? Impossible, absolutely impossible.

"I studied psychology..." Anna saw the essence of the problem at a glance, and muttered softly, "Don't use this skill on me, I simply believe that you love me, don't mix this feeling with impurities."

"I really forgot, you are a talented student." Caressing the delicate body that makes people linger, Alan Wilson decisively bowed his head to the evil forces, "This matter is actually very simple. If you trust me, follow along. If you lose money, How about I sell the property and make it up for you?"

"Don't be so serious, I should help you, you are my man." Anna had already betrayed the Hellman family by the time she took a bath, and she didn't even care about the existence of Pokina outside.

"Isn't the EC meeting over? Why are you still here?" Pokina, who was also persuaded, asked during dinner time.

"Waiting for the departure of other colonial commissioners, this time the meeting is relatively large-scale, and some colonial visiting groups have been arranged." Alan Wilson replied flatly, "Malaya and the Straits Settlements are on the right track. Now that there are achievements, We have to show it and set an example for other places where the UK can still control it. Moreover, any ethnic group is a good face, and the residents of Malaya and the Straits Settlements will also feel proud because of this.”

"Actually, don't you have a Commonwealth Games in the UK? You can use that occasion to promote it." Pokina helped analyze, "I didn't think of it before."

"I'm so busy every day, I really didn't expect it." Alan Wilson said with a wry smile, "But the Commonwealth Games has passed, and the next one will be four years away."

Sometimes it is useful to chat more with the enemy's hidden agents, but unfortunately the reminder from the dragoon sisters is too late. The Commonwealth Games have just come to an end this year.

In fact, occasions like sports games are definitely more effective than the current arrangement of delegations.

The symbol of Japan's entry into the first world is the opening of the Tokyo Olympics. Many countries use the Olympic Games to demonstrate their national strength, and Mexico is the same, but Mexico is a negative example. After the Mexican Olympic Games, the national fortune of the entire country has taken a sharp turn for the worse, and step by step it has become what people think drug dealers are everywhere.

The British African side is organizing a visiting group, which gave him time to stay in Brussels.

In Lusaka, the capital of Northern Rhodesia, Grace, who got the insider information of the Brussels meeting, really talked about this matter to the leaders of the two major military organizations of the Slavs, "Alan's meaning is also very simple, we need to do it ourselves , A large group of Belgian immigrants have lived for decades, and when they return to Belgium, they will have nothing. After all, the assets that have been worked hard for many years cannot be taken away. This part of the immigrants may be willing to cooperate with us.”

"That's nothing to say." Mikhailovich looked at the leader of Ustasha, saw that the other party had no objection, and said, "Then get in touch with the Belgian immigrants. It doesn't matter what the conditions are. We have less than six There are 100,000 people, and the total number of Belgian immigrants in the Belgian Congo is only 200,000. It is impossible for all of them to stay in the Belgian Congo and not return. After the merger, they will still listen to us, as long as the Lubumbashi area comes over and goes deep into Northern Rhodesia. The bulge just doesn't exist."

"Yes, this is the biggest benefit." A group of old soldiers nodded one after another, saying that they don't have to worry about it if they get this done.

"Britain will hold a colonial conference in Kuala Lumpur. I'll go and ask in person to discuss this matter." Grace said immediately after hearing that there was no objection, "North Rhodesia also needs a delegation to learn from Malay. The advanced experience of the sub-mode is completely reasonable."

The entire British colony and protectorate are organizing delegations, preparing to learn the legendary Malayan model.

Richard, the High Commissioner of the Colony of Malaya, is the busiest person at this moment. There is no way, he has an immediate boss who likes to make troubles, and he has a little understanding of Sir Barron's mood at the time. That person left, but it seems that And didn't quite leave.

Not only are there troubles, but things are getting bigger and bigger. In the past, it was just a meeting of the colonial commissioners. Now there are not only the colonial commissioners, but also the elites from the major colonies to form a delegation to learn from the Malayan model.

Ever since Richard learned about the work of the executive deputy minister of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, his first reaction was to quickly improve the law and order, which is not too bad, and think of ways to look at the appearance of the city in order to achieve the effect of feeling at home.

In terms of propaganda, a ghost named Allen kept hovering over Richard's head. It was clearly stated in the telegram that it was a backward area of ​​the British Empire. Come here to learn advanced management experience. The Chinese like that kind of heaven The feeling of the country ~lightnovelpub.net~ According to his instructions, it is absolutely right to spread it through the news.

The Chinese have a good face, and they maintain a decent attitude when encountering such things. They don't need anyone to teach them, and they will figure it out clearly.

Richard also had to admit that it was indeed very useful, and the entire colony, at least the major cities, had a new look.

"The Chinese are all decent people." Richard muttered the newly learned vocabulary, and had to admit that Alan Wilson's words were not accurate, even if the person was still 10,000 kilometers away.

Before the delegations from the colonies and protectorates arrived, the whole of Malaya and the Straits Settlements had already risen.

Many residents are thinking about how to intimidate the bumpkins in backward areas without any trace. The goal must be achieved inadvertently, otherwise it will appear that everyone is uneducated.

The carefully selected colonial elites also followed the colonial commissioner to start this learning journey.

The executive deputy secretary-general of the Overseas Assets Management Committee, that is, Alan Wilson himself, reminded that many colonial commissioners have requested that it is not a bad thing to follow the traditions of the colonial elites who set out to dress up, and to reflect the regional characteristics.

"Reflecting regional characteristics can't be naked." Alan Wilson replied to the Commissioner of British Basutoland, saying that anything too much will only backfire.

British Basutoland, British Bena, British Gold Coast, British Cameroon, British Gambia, and more than 20 colonial commissioners, with nearly 3,000 people accompanying the visiting group, set off from various places, and the set off.

Alan Wilson bid farewell to the dragoon sisters at this time, boarded the plane in Paris, and ran into Heidi Lamarr and Ms. Ingrid Bergman, who were going to Asia to present awards for young actors in the Asia-Pacific region. What a coincidence.