Chapter 179 Assistant Commissioner

The siren 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. An important stop among them.

But the cruel fact made it hard to think about it. The passengers on the ship had already started to disembark, "Alan, your big suitcases must be hard to carry. Let us help you get them down."

"Thank you!" Allen Wilson was grateful for his colleague's help. "Just take the boat off. Naturally, someone will come up to help."

Sure enough, as Alan Wilson expected, a group of Indians came up to help as soon as everyone disembarked. They were eager to help, although all they could do was to help carry the luggage. here we go.

But Alan Wilson couldn't help expressing his goodwill by taking out two rupees that hadn't been used for more than half a year. The gentleman was very happy to see a few Indians thanking them carefully in English. This is the purpose of his coming here.

"These Sudras!" Alan Wilson muttered with a compassionate look, and walked briskly towards the convoy that New Delhi was welcoming.

Donald McClay was shocked by Alan Wilson's astonishing adaptability. It was almost as if he had changed from stepping on the land of British India. As for the changes there, he couldn't tell.

"Alan!" With this call, surprises followed one after another. Pamela Mountbatten got out of the car and shouted in a surprised tone. This call was full of affection.

Alan Wilson's complexion changed, and he couldn't help speeding up two steps, while Pamela Mountbatten was more active, trotting all the way into Alan Wilson's arms, the two were full of excitement after a long absence.

"What's in your pocket, it's hitting me." Pamela Mountbatten, with her arms around Allen Wilson's neck, asked after the excitement cooled down, "I heard you're coming back, please ask Uncle Barron Come here together, it's a pity that we have waited for two days."

"Two days is not an error for a sea voyage." Alan Wilson released himself from the hugging posture without a trace, and at the same time kept talking, "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, I finally came back before Christmas."

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

The day has come,

Pamela Mountbatten could no longer bear to come 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 is simply a beast, how old is this girl?" Donald McLean couldn't help shaking his head when he saw this scene.

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

"Young girls' brave pursuit of love is indeed admirable." Donald McLean said solemnly, "It seems that there is a saying that only love can live up to it? Right?"

If you say yes, you are right, if you say no, you are wrong! Burgess looked at his friend without expressing much.

"The same person has different fate!" On the train to New Delhi, Alan Wilson complained to Pamela Mountbatten, "Look, among the diplomats here are the British Burma Commissioner and the British Ceylon Commissioner, What am I? I'm just an assistant to the British Indian Commissioner, look at Burgess and McLean, who are 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, comforting her face, "These two people have good backgrounds, and they are considered outstanding among their peers. You are already at the same level as them, and you will only surpass them in the future."

"The drunkard who talks too much is still talking too much..." Allen Wilson was still lamenting the injustice of the world, holding the homosexuality back into his mouth, and the breath of Versailles surrounded his whole body.

Burgess was born in 1910 and is 35 years old this year. He has served as a British BBC radio host, an 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 Cambridge University, Burgess had a reputation for intellect and a passion for social work.

Donald McLean was born in 1915 and is 30 years old this year. He has served as a diplomat for many countries. Maclean's father is a Scot born in England. He is a politician of the Liberal Party and once served as a member of the Education Committee. chairman.

At the age of twenty, Donald McLean had already been in and out of 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 compare himself with successful people, otherwise he will only play chess with the stinky chess basket and the stinkier he plays.

One of the two is now the commissioner of British Burma and the other is the commissioner of British Ceylon, which is very enviable. Allen Wilson could only hope for a place for himself as a commissioner after what happened in India.

In this era, the speed of the train is slow to death. Alan Wilson talked about his work experience back in 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 the Dragoons and Iron Maiden, as well as the Czar of Culture.

Pamela Mountbatten’s life is much simpler. She lives at two o’clock and one line. If she has nothing to do, she will go to the Governor’s Mansion to ask if she has a telegram for herself. Speaking of this, she said, “I thought I went 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, "Things in British India are very complicated. There are many opinions in the country, and there is no feasible solution. So I may proceed here I have been working for a while, of course I mainly want to come and see you."

"Did you put honey on your mouth?" Pamela Mountbatten cursed with a grin, and whispered, "I keep all the gems you gave me. They belong to you, and I just keep them temporarily."

"How about making a pair of gemstone sandals, but it may not be enough. It doesn't matter, there is still time to collect slowly." Alan Wilson promised in a tone of cutting leeks, with a lofty attitude of a vast world and a promising future.

It's hard to find a difference between New Delhi and a few months away. Alan Wilson set foot on the land of the Governor-General of India again. 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 I came to the Governor's Mansion of India, 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 accession of British India, the recovery speed of the British-occupied area is The fastest in the four-nation occupied area is all the efforts of Sir Barron."

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

"Sir Edward is very appreciative of your work attitude." Sir Barron enthusiastically expressed his joy at Alan Wilson's return, took over the certificate of deposit and said calmly, "Recovery after the war is the most important thing in this country right now. For Qi Fei's plan, the status of British India is extremely important, for the restoration of the homeland, if we humble social public servants work a little harder, then what does it matter."

"There are still 18 provincial chief executives and 14 native commissioners!" Alan Wilson said slowly, "Colleagues from the British Occupation Trade Committee said that of course British India cannot be allowed to bleed. Tears."

"Oh! Thank you to my colleagues in the British-occupied area." Sir Baron sat down and lay on the back, and said in a daze, "Speaking of which, it is approaching the end of the year, and it is time to hold a year-end meeting to inform these people from all over the world to come. A visit to the Governor's Mansion is like the Governor's Mansion at Christmas, expressing a little heart for their troubles for a year."

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

"Okay, you are now my assistant. In my many years of work, it is rare for you to contribute to the British Empire at such a fast speed. Of course, I am happy to see this It works!" Sir Barron said slowly, "Outstanding people should of course go faster, go and see Pamela first, I want to chat with the commissioners of Ceylon and Burma."

Alan Wilson left Sir Barron's office backwards, as long as the gift as light as a piece of paper was delivered. Nothing else needs to be said!

Just a year after the war ended, conditions in British India were generally peaceful. In history, the chaos after the British Raj was, in a sense, the rumor of the independence of the British Raj from London, which completely plunged the various factions in India into frenzied competition.

In fact, sporadic mutinies do not mean that the current British India is in chaos. The National Congress Party and the Muslim League are both dead, so what kind of chaos is it? If several garrison mutinies were immediately quelled, is that called chaos? Alan Wilson thinks it's far from it!