Anna threw her suitcase from the bus to 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 blond hair conspicuous.

Anna lifted the suitcase, covered her eyes with the sun with her hands, and headed towards the door and driveway of the house, muttering, "If it wasn't for that bastard, who would want to come here?"

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

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

"Two esteemed female entrepreneurs, the fate is really wonderful, let us meet in a somewhat unfamiliar 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 blond beauties in. The night in Brussels was extraordinarily long.

It's not all lust, but it's an old question about the value of silver that's not foreshadowing, but worth fighting for. He also sees this as the degree of trust that ladies of the same status as their wives have in themselves.

"I'll listen to you, right, sister." Anna, who hugged the man's body like an octopus, looked back and asked.

Pokina frowned slightly, and she was quite helpless to the sultry voices of this pair of dogs and men in broad daylight. She could only automatically filter the blushing and heart-pounding picture in front of her, and said helplessly, "Of course we are willing to help, I believe you won't. harass us."

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

Anna also showed a satisfied smile, just in line with the man's eyes, those eyes as black as lacquer and sharp as knives, looked at her firmly with both cold and **** eyes.

Anna felt that this man was by no means a half-tone who easily compromised. No matter what he does, he will do his best.

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

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

"My dear, I don't like this kind of metaphor." Alan Wilson got up and took Anna to hang in the air together. "It's so direct when you come, don't you make my sister laugh, we'll 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 exhausted, and my life is sparse, and some cannot adapt. Men may have noticed this too and felt that she was a vulnerable target.

Alan Wilson, of course, denied it, 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 have studied psychology..." Anna saw the essence of the problem at a glance, and murmured, "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 top student." Alan Wilson decisively bowed his head to the evil forces, stroking his charming body, "This matter is actually simple, if you trust me, just follow along. If you lose money, I'll sell the property and make it up for you, how about it?"

"It doesn't need to be so serious, I should help you, you are my man." Anna had sold the Hellman family cleanly during the bath time, and she didn't care about the existence of Pokina outside.

"Isn't the EC meeting over, why are you still here?" Botkina, who was also persuaded, asked at dinner time.

"Waiting for the departure of other colonial commissioners, this time the meeting is relatively large, and some colony tours have been arranged." Alan Wilson replied flatly, "Malaya and the Straits Settlements are on the right track. Now that we have achieved results, It has to show and set an example for other places that the UK can still control. Moreover, any ethnic group has a good face, and the residents of Malaya and the Straits Settlements will also feel proud of it.”

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

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

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

In fact, in occasions like the sports meeting, the effect of arranging delegations is definitely greater than the current arrangement.

The symbol of Japan's place in the first world is the opening of the Tokyo Olympics. Many countries use the Olympic Games to demonstrate their national strength, and the same is true for Mexico, but Mexico is a negative example. After the Mexico Olympics, the country's national fortunes took a sharp turn, and it gradually turned into the image of people who are poisoned by traffickers.

A tour group was being organized on the British African side, which gave him time to stay in Brussels.

In Lusaka, the capital of Northern Rhodesia, Grace, who got the inside story of the Brussels meeting, was really talking about the matter to the leaders of the two major military organizations of the Slavs, "Allen's meaning is also very simple, we need to do it ourselves to win over Belgian immigrants. , A large number of Belgian immigrants have been living for decades. If they return to Belgium, they will have nothing. After all, the assets that have been worked hard for many years cannot be taken away, and this part of 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 contact the Belgian immigrants, it doesn't matter what the conditions are, we have less than six 100,000 people, and the total number of Belgian immigrants in Belgian Congo is only 200,000. It is impossible for them all to stay in Belgian Congo and not go back. The bulge doesn't exist anymore."

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

"The British will hold a colonial conference in Kuala Lumpur. I will go and ask in person and discuss this matter." Grace immediately said, "North Rhodesia also needs a delegation to learn from Malay. The advanced experience of the sub-model is completely reasonable."

The entire British colonies and protectorates are organizing delegations to study the fabled Malayan model.

Richard, the High Commissioner of the Malayan Colony, is the busiest person at this moment. There is no way. He has a boss who likes to do things. He has a little sense of Sir Barron's mood. Didn't leave completely.

Not only did things get worse, but things got bigger and bigger. In the past, it was only a meeting of colonial commissioners, but now there are not only colonial commissioners, but also elites from the major colonies to form a delegation to learn the Malayan model.

Ever since Richard learned about the work of the Deputy Secretary of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, his first reaction was to quickly improve the public security, which was not bad, and think of ways to make the city feel at home.

In the propaganda, a ghost named Allen was constantly hovering over Richard's head. It was written on the telegram that it was a backward area of ​​the British Empire. Come here to learn advanced management experience, and the Chinese like that kind of heaven. According to his instructions, it is absolutely right to spread the news through the news~lightnovelpub.net~ Chinese people have a good face, and they maintain a decent mentality when they encounter this kind of thing. They don’t need anyone to teach them. in vain.

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 shock and deter the **** in backward areas without leaving a trace. The goal must be achieved inadvertently, otherwise it will appear that everyone has no culture.

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

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

"You can't go **** to reflect the regional characteristics." Alan Wilson said in a call back to the commissioner of British Basutoland, saying that if something is too much, it will only be counterproductive.

British Basutoland, British Bechuana, British Gold Coast, British Cameroon, British Gambia, more than 20 colonial commissioners, with nearly 3,000 accompanying visiting groups, set off from various places, mighty Swing start.

It was a coincidence that Alan Wilson said goodbye to the dragoon sisters and boarded a flight in Paris. During this period, he ran into Heidi Lamarr and Ms. Ingrid Bergman, who went to Asia to present awards to Asia-Pacific new actors.

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