British Civil Servant

There is nothing happy or unhappy about it! Alan Wilson just thinks that this era has a lot to do.

Although it is relatively unfortunate to catch up with the decline of the British Empire, the collapse of the order will inevitably bring about rare opportunities before. If he wants to do business, he can easily live a good life, but he does not I don't want to do this, I'd rather be a humble social instrument and serve this country.

And having said that, who is a worthy capitalist who did not rise through political benefits? There is no one who can smash all the difficulties in the whole world.

This does not conform to the objective law of development. Even in a tight big filter, there are always some fish that slip through the net.

But who says the two can't have both? Alan Wilson tugged at the corner of Pamela Mountbatten's clothes and thought for a while.

"By the way, you once said that you were a student of Eastern College, and you didn't graduate because of the outbreak of the war. Hey, how old were you at that time?" Pamela Mountbatten suddenly remembered that Alan Wilson once said his resume.

"That's not a big deal. Geniuses are born from ordinary people." Alan Wilson took his resume briefly, and the corners of his mouth were raised, but he showed a smug look.

"You look like my father." Pamela Mountbatten curled her lips and said with a look of disgust, "Can't you be like me and keep a normal heart to anyone?"

"Maybe I really can't understand how approachable your father from the Prince's family and the mother of the richest family in the UK are, let alone how hard your father is, the commander-in-chief of the Allied Forces in Southeast Asia, and the mother who commands 60,000 medical staff to support the frontline. Alan Wilson tilted his head and looked like he was wrong. "But I'm ready to go back to London. At this time, I hope to get Pamela's help here."

Reaching out to pat Alan Wilson on the shoulder, Pamela Mountbatten said as if wrapped around me, "Leave it all to me."

Alan Wilson rolled his eyes, stretched out his fingers and clamped the girl's small hand, placing it in front of him, then took the other hand out of his pocket and placed it on Pamela Mountbatten's hand, "It's a good size. !"

A sapphire ring appeared on Pamela Mountbatten's finger, and the latter said embarrassedly, "What is this, why do you always give me gems."

"It's just a souvenir. This time I'm back in London. I have some things to carry. My father has some personal items to ship, which may be a hassle." Alan Wilson made a request with a frown.

"Is it a large number?" Pamela Mountbatten asked softly, not caring about her pounding heart for a while.

"It's really not small. The old man has the habit of collecting local ancient books. It's very troublesome to transport. It just so happens that I will ship it with me when I go back this time. It's all his life's collection, and I'm obliged to keep these ancient books." Allen Wilson seemed to recall it, but it was actually less than twenty tons.

Because of the continuation of the war, the sea routes are not safe, and the income from the Golden Temple of India has always been placed in India. In fact, there is no good way. After all, it is wealth of unknown origin and cannot be stored in the bank. Moreover, the father and son have no relationship with the banks of British India. Not very trustworthy, it has always been placed at the residence in New Delhi.

Alan Wilson took Pamela Mountbatten directly to the residence. Of course, there were some books in it. Obviously, Pamela Mountbatten was not very interested and expressed his willingness to help.

The daughter of the commander-in-chief of the Southeast Asian theater is domineering, and Alan Wilson silently praised the other party in his heart.

As for Hyderabad's assistant, Alan Wilson's telegram did not say that he was transferred out, but only indicated that he was temporarily seconded to the homeland. This is also what the well-known appraiser Sir Barron meant.

It may disappear for a while, but the Hyderabad Commissioner is temporarily vacant. Previously, the Hyderabad Commissioner was also a position with high status and generous benefits but not very important.

"How can you go to a man's house alone?" Mountbatten looked up and down at his daughter and said helplessly, "I can understand that you are friends, but it's a little inappropriate for your age."

"Father, look at what you said, Alan is the commissioner of Hyderabad, a restrained civil servant, and has great respect for me." Pamela Mountbatten wears a sapphire ring on her hand. I want to go to Mumbai to see him ferry.

"Me?" Mountbatten was about to open his mouth, but his expression changed and he said, "I'll send someone to **** you there."

"Ellen's father has a collection to be shipped back to China together, and I hope to ship it back in the name of my father. Because there are a lot of ancient books." Pamela Mountbatten further pleaded, and after getting permission, got up and went upstairs, "I want Write a letter to my sister and give it to him for him to bring back to London, and tomorrow I will go to the suburbs with him, and that's it for now."

Currently! Mountbatten thought about it for a moment, and it was only for the moment. After that, the other party would return to Europe and would not be an annoyance.

"We are better than these Indian children, so we can give them alms like this." Alan Wilson took Pamela Mountbatten's hands and crossed them, his fingertips flashing blue light, looking at the Indian children not far away~www.NovelMTL.com~ Today, the two came to the northern suburbs for an outing. The so-called North Indian climate does not mean that winter does not exist, and winter is just as hard. It is nothing more than short winters and long summers. Three months after taking office as Commissioner of Hyderabad, the temperature in New Delhi has Step by step toward an unbearable direction.

"My father and I have taken leave. When you leave, we will take you to Mumbai." Pamela Mountbatten came back to his senses, ignoring the surrounding decorations, and said softly, "What's the problem with your assistant in Hyderabad? Just get in touch with me."

"My hands are sweating." Taking out a handkerchief and wiping the sweat off Pamela Mountbatten's hands, Alan Wilson whispered, "I'll send you a telegram when I get back to London."

"Send me a telegram." Pamela Mountbatten pretended to refuse seriously, "It's like you don't have a job, this is my letter to my sister, you help me deliver it, my mother has been in London for half a year, bring me say hello."

"Don't worry." Alan Wilson agreed with a thud as he patted his chest.

When the day of departure came, and with all the strength of the two tigers wasted, Alan Wilson got on the train to Mumbai, and Pamela Mountbatten, who was sitting next to him, asked, "Why are the boxes so heavy, which tires those soldiers. "

"The box is made of iron. And the paper is very heavy when stacked together. It's like whether a knife is sharp or not, in fact, it has to be judged by cutting the paper." Alan Wilson compared the superfluous The unusual weight disguise the past.

When we arrived in Mumbai, the freighter was scheduled to depart the next day. Pamela Mountbatten looked at the busy port with great interest, as if tirelessly walking along the seaside. Alan Wilson took the time to say, "Actually, Juna. The coastline of Gaddu is beautiful, and I will show you when I have a chance."