British Civil Servant

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"Actually, who will verify the joint signatures of three million people?" Alan Wilson laughed proudly in front of Vivien Leigh, and didn't think it was difficult at all.

"Actually, the direction of this matter is entirely up to you." Vivien Leigh said with a look of surprise, and then whispered, "Let me worry in vain, you are so bad."

"Stalin said that the voter can't decide anything, and the vote-counter decides everything, which is right in a sense." Alan Wilson was proud, "A football game, football certificate, circumstantial evidence, plus hosting, co-hosting , All the units are all my people, how can they fight me?"

Women who meet naked in front of men should be for true love, not money. Since Vivien Leigh came to Kuala Lumpur, this idea is obviously more ingrained.

In fact, apart from the nominal marriage, the two are no different from a couple in other respects. She was his Mrs. Wilson, and she was willing not to be public.

For a young mind hungry for passion and adventure, such days are hardly life. The long, boring workdays are the same, and Vivien Leigh enjoys the touch of a loved one, dancing all night, good wine and the occasional freedom.

Who made her a famous actress, but in Kuala Lumpur, she experienced a dull comfort. Although this kind of life lacks some passion, it seems that this is the dream day.

Every day, Vivien Leigh would prepare a simple breakfast, watch the man enjoy it, and then watch the children of the two when Ellen Wilson was away, waiting for the busy man to return.

This is actually not bad, at least Vivien Leigh thinks so, life is easy and peaceful, at least for her.

Vivien Leigh twisted her hands, letting her thoughts soar like wildfire. There are many places she is not allowed to go, and there are many things she cannot do. You can only read the news in the newspapers, to know what's new in this place managed by her man.

She can always see the tired figure of this man. Of course, this kind of pretending to be tired should not be hidden from the shadows, but when love is overwhelmed, nothing is impossible.

The most exciting thing is that this busy man never complains and bears all the pressure silently.

In fact, what is there to complain about? It is nothing more than cleaning up the rest of the tail and filing records that will never see the light of day, and maintaining the apparent calm of British Malaya.

How could he let the national treasure know about secretly dealing with a group of dangerous elements through this turmoil.

Of course, there are similar things, but they are not in the newspapers. The newspapers are all peaceful petitions, and the orderly links are in the newspapers in Jakarta.

But who would believe it? Moscow is more concerned about the extraordinarily intense fourth battle. In terms of the influence of public opinion in Jakarta alone, it cannot even affect Aceh, let alone Asia.

"There is a slight error in the demographics. This is very normal, and I believe all parties should understand it." Alan Wilson said solemnly to his colleagues, "About the fire in the archives this time. You don’t need to be harsh, there are always surprises in life.”

"No, of course not." A group of colonial officials shook their heads one after another, saying that this may be life, and sometimes such things happen. The accident is understandable and not worth investigating.

"Very good! You guys are really reliable." Alan Wilson showed a happy smile and changed the subject, "We have sacrificed too much for the stability and order of the British Empire, and London has seen it all."

Taking the opportunity to cover up some of the hidden dangers with a major event, the people here are all old bureaucrats, and there is no need for anyone to teach them.

Although it seems that Kuala Lumpur has been rocky in the past, only the people here know how many times they have taken the opportunity to deal with the usual tricky things.

Do colonists really not kill people? It's just that they don't kill often. Whether they are pro-Soviet or pro-American, Malays or Chinese, after this time, I believe they will be more reliable than before. As for the unreliable part, bye!

The next step is to play music and dance. The happiness of the colonists is not suitable to appear in front of the public.

This is a dazzling, fantastic and mysterious event. From the huge gothic lamp stand, the milky white lamp ball hangs down, reflecting the brilliance of the St. Charles Theater.

The parquet parquet is recognisably waxed, reflecting not only the warm, soft beams of light, but also the gilded acacia leaves on the bars, the crimson velvet stage curtain, the urn-shaped balustrades of the boxes, and Lyre design for domed ceiling.

The dome is sprinkled with golden, orange, green and other seven-color iridescence, and the waves are undulating in the steaming heat of the lights, as if the waltz played by the orchestra is melodiously spinning.

The dance floor was crowded with gentlemen and ladies with fragrant temples, and through the masks on their faces, a pair of eyes flashed with joyful brilliance. Here is a young lady dressed as a middle-aged lady, with a drapery headdress on her flowing robe. There was a wandering monk in the room with the cross hanging down to his knees, and his dancing partner dressed as a priestess of the temple.

In the arms of another hussar is a noble lady of the French Revolution, with powdered hair and a red silk scarf tied around her neck; her golden dress is gleaming, and the feathers on her turban are swaying. In the dazzling glass gemstones, the real jewel still radiates a restrained radiance.

Perfume wafts in the air, and many of the garments are usually pressed against the bottom of the box, only to be used when needed. On top of the melodious music, there are human voices and laughter floating. Under each nameless mask, there is still the usual and familiar mocking style.

Only on this occasion would Alan Wilson dare to appear with an unnoticed Great Britain Treasure.

"Do you often have this kind of dance party?" There was a hint of sourness in Great Britain Treasure's tone under the mask, and she thought of something indescribable from this occasion.

"It's also my first time to participate, and I didn't expect it to be like this before participating." Alan Wilson, who was holding Vivien Leigh's waist, was very frank, not lying, he was really participating for the first time.

When he first saw this scene, he was also shocked. He, a colonial chief executive, only now knew that he did not understand the happiness of the colony. He thought that at most it was like in New Delhi.

Who would have known that the colonists also kept pace with the times, and each generation had a generation of happiness. When he was in the Governor's Palace in New Delhi, he faced a group of old men every day, but now the colonists are already young.

As for the previous group of people, they have either been promoted or retired to live a boring life with a pension. Who knows the happiness of the new generation of colonists.

"But I think the situation on the other side of Xiangjiang is similar." After Alan Wilson danced with the national treasure, he took Vivien's fair little hand and walked to a secluded corner, talking about another prosperous place.

"It's just a small place." Vivien Leigh was obviously not interested in what Ellen Wilson said.

"The key is location. The tribesmen in the Sahara Desert want to be British, but we don't want it!" Alan Wilson smiled and said softly, "Actually, if you don't mind, you can buy some land in Xiangjiang. Develop some real estate. Even if the project is not developed first, it is good to keep it in hand and wait for the appreciation.”

Receiving the signal from one victory to another, Vivien Leigh's eyes behind the mask were full of agility, and she whispered, "I need your help again, I don't know what to do."

"It's nothing, you are my son's mother." Alan Wilson hugged the dream lover of the entire British man, and he was already bored with this kind of dance. He still felt that it was flat, and sleeping with Vivien Leigh in his arms was more suitable for him.

As the commissioner of British Malaya, can he speak to the Hong Kong side? Of course, it is possible. The managers of Xiangjiang are also civil servants. As for the Governor, he cannot manage the entire city by himself.

Depending on the importance of the colonies and the level of economic development, some appoint governors, and some appoint commissioners. It's just that British Malaya happens to be commissioner-managed.

Most of the colonies are currently managed by commissioners, and as for the part managed by the governor, most of them have become independent.

Such as Canada, Australia, New Zealand. Xiangjiang is already a place where there are not many governors.

Alan Wilson, who likes to make women with close relationships more successful, pays attention to the joint signatures and sees where Xiangjiang has developed through the information. He is already the deputy secretary general of the Overseas Assets Management Committee~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Please take care Not out of bounds.

For the current Chinese ethnic group, of course, the most important thing is to jointly sign and guarantee this matter. Maybe the lives of 30,000 compatriots are not enough to inspire the enthusiasm of the majority of melon eaters.

But there's another thing that can do that, and that's about repatriating the Chinese to make up for the mistakes of the previous commissioner. In order not to be deported, the enthusiasm of the Chinese to jointly sponsor is unprecedentedly high.

Alan Wilson and the garrison commander, Lieutenant General Billton, after consultation, officially announced the specific details of the second nuclear test in British Malaya, and the vicinity will be blocked by then.

The time entered April, and the fourth longest battle has not yet ended. The United Kingdom conducted the second nuclear test in British Malaya. The United Kingdom, the Netherlands, Portugal and Australia issued a statement condemning the Indonesian government of Sukarno, A notice of human rights violations in Aceh, and that it does not rule out military intervention.

In fact, no, verbal interference is okay, and wars cost money, and it will cost a lot of money.

Verbal intervention can save costs, it is more cost-effective, and there is no need to pay for it. It can also reflect the essence of my British as an imperialist power, which is used to fool the citizens of the country.

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