British Civil Servant

Don't blame Alan Wilson for being honest, as a single-minded person, he just has no resistance to pretty women. If the range is larger, the general level and above can cause an instinctive response, which depends entirely on the amount of clothing.

Isabella Polkina's skin is as white as jade and her eyes are as blue as the sea. Even the very simple uniform and the dark green coat can't hide her devilish figure. Wilson experienced it firsthand.

Isabella Polkina, who has now turned into short hair, has a pretty face with a hint of coldness, and reflects a completely different temperament, which makes people want to explore one or two.

Gradually, the waves on Isabella Botkina's chest began to rise and fall, and the man's eyes were almost undisguised, as if they were going to melt people in half, even if she couldn't always pretend not to see it, she aimed at Alan Wilson. Rolling his eyes and facing each other, he finally aroused the spirit of the imperial civil servants in Alan Wilson's heart.

"Diligent and tough German women will definitely occupy an important position in the economic construction of post-war Germany."

Harold Wilson's stinky and long speech finally reached Alan Wilson's ears, and after the speech was over, the surrounding Germans caused a burst of cheers and applause.

"The liaison officer, it's the telegram from the Indian who is in constant contact with you." Mark, Alan Wilson's horse boy, found a time to take out the telegram.

Alan Wilson took it apart and sighed in his heart if he didn't come, would he come? All are here. The machines dismantled by the Chennai Tobacco Factory in British India have arrived, not in Germany, but in the British port. After unloading the local goods, they will go to Germany.

In this way, the time is not particularly tense, and the money printing machine has gradually approached its loyal German subjects.

Once in Germany, the tobacco leaves that came on the freighter could make Alan Wilson's pockets swollen. There is also a way to stop the smuggling that is gradually becoming more and more lawless in the US-occupied areas.

But there is still another problem, that is, once the cigarette factory is put into operation? With Alan Wilson alone, it is absolutely impossible to eat such a large part of the benefits. To be honest, the benefits here are enough for him to be assassinated a hundred times as a liaison officer.

Marx had a saying? "As soon as there is a proper profit? Capital becomes bold. If there is a ten percent profit? It is guaranteed to be used everywhere; with a twenty percent profit, it is active; Fifty percent of the profit, it will take risks; if it has 100 percent of the profit, it will dare to trample all human laws; if it has 300 percent of the profit, it will dare to commit any crime, and even risk hanging its head."

Once the tobacco production line is put into operation, the profit here is only 300% in Germany today? What's more, this has also delayed the smuggling trend across the Atlantic?

What if Alan Wilson could only see the profit of the money printing machine? But not the risks? In a few days, he would say goodbye to the world without knowing it? It wasn't a car accident? It was just drinking water die.

In the evening? Alan Wilson, who sneaked into the Hellman family's house, finally succeeded in Isabella Podina, whose temperament has changed drastically, and lit a cigarette with a melancholy color and blew into the mist.

Pokina, who was sweating, was a little puzzled, and asked with a lazy look, "Do you seem to have something to do?"

"That's it!" Alan Wilson told the whole story of the tobacco factory's machinery, and pointed out the current shortage of tobacco in Germany? and the possible huge profits.

Isabella Podina was shocked? Since the last time Ellen Wilson left? The home has changed a lot? It can be said that she, a woman with a simple life, finally saw how the rich live.

But this is far from what Alan Wilson is saying now. If it is true .

Rao is Isabella Pokina who has undergone professional training, and was shocked and speechless. It took a long time to say, "This should be a good thing, Ellen, why are you frowning?"

"You haven't heard a word from you, you German Marx said..." Alan Wilson repeated the famous saying of daring to trample all laws.

I've heard it too much, it's a compulsory course in school! Isabella Polkina was sullen in her heart, but she also understood Alan Wilson's worries, and asked with a faint look, "What do you want to do?"

"Of course it is to share the profits. I am going to let all the members of the trade committee share the profits. But there is still another difficulty, that is, we are all British, and the production line of this tobacco factory must be established in Germany." Alan Wilson said When there is a problem, "It's not a big deal to be British. The key is that we are all British civil servants, and we are still managers of British-occupied areas. This is very troublesome."

"We can't have a direct relationship with this tobacco factory. Otherwise, even if the domestic investigation is to deal with the past, it will be detrimental to future progress. Therefore, it is best for this tobacco factory to be run by a German, and to transfer the products belonging to our trade committee. That one is delivered on time, and that's it."

Isabella Podina nodded her head at first, but then suddenly came back to her senses, isn't she talking about herself? Surprised, "You mean I'm going to run this factory? But I don't have this experience."

"You seem to have no experience as the director of the Women's Work and Labor Bureau. Isn't that a good job?" Ellen Wilson pulled Pokina's warm body into her arms and said contentedly, "You only need to become Everyone in this tobacco factory is fine. You can go and see the production procedures. As long as the factory leaves the factory, you don’t need to worry about all the links such as transportation and sales. The Trade Commission will take care of everything. Of course, you can’t ignore it. To some British commanders' share..."

Alan Wilson was still thinking about his own fortune plan, and Isabella Podina couldn't calm down. On the one hand, she was shocked by the huge profits, and on the other hand, she was deeply shocked by the greed and shamelessness of imperialism.

At the same time, she also rejoices in her luck that she has to witness the huge network of interests in the British-occupied area and become a part of it.

Just when he thought about it, Alan Wilson had recovered, and climbed up again and wanted to have another round.

"Ellen?" Isabella Podina reached out to hold Ellen Wilson's face and spoke in a flattering voice.

"What's the matter?" Alan Wilson couldn't figure it out, and there was a slight pause in his movements, and then he did it.

Isabella Polkina, who was breathing loosely, took two deep breaths and said intermittently, "Look at how Anna is doing! I still have to work now. In fact, I am a little afraid of pregnancy. Anna is okay when it is inconvenient."

As soon as the words fell, Isabella Podina felt that Alan Wilson had swelled, and clearly said what was in the heart of the other party.

Can't blame Alan Wilson for not being promising, but if any man was asked this question, who would refuse? If she really refuses, Ellen Wilson can only say admiration, she can't refuse as an ordinary person anyway. It was quickly knocked down by sugar-coated cannonballs.

Before dawn, Alan Wilson sneaked out of the house again, and he didn't even have such self-discipline to go to work. But there is no way, in case Harold Wilson wakes up and looks for him, he has to explain what he is doing, which is also a hassle.

Harold Wilson did get up early, but he couldn't stand Alan Wilson coming back earlier, which perfectly blinded the future Prime Minister of the British Empire. It was just a little strange that Alan Wilson seemed to be in poor spirits, "Alan, are you in Lulu recently? I'm tired from inspecting everywhere in Erqu, I'm a few years older than you, but I'm not as tired as you are."

"Dear Mr. Senator, I'm not a politician." Alan Wilson saw that the other party had made excuses for himself, and directly borrowed the donkey and said, "Actually, it's hard for me to imagine that you, a scholar, can actually With so much stamina, I traveled around the Ruhr to inspect the conditions of the major cities."

This sentence is half a change of the subject, half a compliment. Alan Wilson can't say that he worked too hard last night, and went to condolences to the director of the Bureau of Women's Work and Labor in Bonn? You don't even dare to sleep, you have to come back before you wake up.

"Although I am a scholar~www.wuxiaspot.com~, my body is still very healthy." When Harold Wilson heard this, he smiled with great satisfaction. There were no outsiders here, and the pipe he had been carrying was naturally put away. He took out a cigar and intoxicated like Churchill, "I see Bonn as a typical report on the restoration and reconstruction of the British-occupied area. This proves the contribution of the British-occupied area trade committee to the restoration of the British-occupied area. All right."

"Ah?" With a heavy yawn, Alan Wilson rubbed his face and agreed, "No problem, the citizens of the country don't know that the damage to Bonn is not serious, I will prepare a few pictures of the ruins of other cities. Photos, and then compared with the municipal photos that Bonn has now cleaned up, it should be fine.”

"Very well, what the current German people need is confidence. In fact, the truth of some things is not particularly important. We are not deliberately deceiving the Germans." Harold Wilson commented with appreciation, "but a kind of... um ?"

"White lies!" Alan Wilson added knowingly. "Our intention is to do good things and give Germans more confidence in the future."

"That's right, a white lie." Harold Wilson praised with satisfaction, "I must say that Alan provided great help along the way when I came to the British-occupied area for inspection. I very much hope that we will have more in the future. Cooperation at work.”