The whistle was sounded, the huge ship slowly docked, and after more than seven months, Alan Wilson finally set foot on the land of British India, and at this moment he had mixed feelings, after all, this is the place where the dream begins, and it is an important stop in his life.

But the cruel truth didn't allow much thought, and the passengers on the ship had already begun to disembark, "Allen, your few big suitcases must be difficult to take, let's help you take them down." ”

"Thank you!" Alan Wilson was grateful for his colleague's help, "Just take the boat, and naturally someone will come up and help." ”

Sure enough, as Alan Wilson expected, as soon as everyone got off the boat, a group of Indians had come up to help, with a courteous attitude and eyes full of eagerness, although all they could do was help carry the luggage, and the New Delhi Governor's Office had already sent someone to pick it up.

But Alan Wilson could not help but show something, took out two rupees that had not been used for more than half a year to express his goodwill, and watched a few Indians thank him in careful English, and the gentleman was very happy, and this is what he came here for.

"These Shudras!" Alan Wilson muttered with a sympathetic look and walked briskly towards the convoy that greeted him in New Delhi.

Donald McClay was so amazed by Alan Wilson's amazing adaptability that it was almost like a different person from the moment he stepped on the soil of British India, and it is impossible to say what happened there.

"Alan!" With this call, surprise followed, and Pamela Mountbatten got out of the car and shouted with surprise, this call was full of affection.

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

"What's in your pocket, it's up to me." Pamela Mountbatten, who put her arms around Alan Wilson's neck, asked after her excitement cooled down, "I heard that you are coming back and asked Uncle Barron to come with me, but unfortunately I have been waiting for two days." ”

"Two days is not an error for a sea voyage." Alan Wilson unexpectedly freed himself from the hugging posture, and at the same time kept his mouth open, "You know, I don't want to come back all the time, although Europe is far more prosperous than this colony, but there is nothing I want there, and the most precious thing is left in British India." Luckily, I was back just before Christmas. ”

Pamela Mountbatten strained her face, but her face still turned red involuntarily, and she kept the telegram sent by Alan Wilson all along, and after learning that this man was sure that he could come back, she couldn't help but laugh even during class.

The day came, and Pamela Mountbatten couldn't resist coming from New Delhi anymore, 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 brute, how old is this girl?" When Donald McLean saw this scene, he couldn't help but shake his head and comment.

"It's like General Mountbatten's daughter, and I personally suggest you reorganize the language." Guy Burgess shrugged helplessly, but don't blame himself for not reminding.

"The courage of a young girl in her pursuit of love is indeed admirable." Donald McLean said solemnly, "There seems to be a saying that only love can't live up to it?" Right? ”

If you say it's right, it's right, and if you say it's wrong, it's not right! Burgess looked at his friend and didn't say much.

"The same people don't have the same fate!" On the train to New Delhi, Alan Wilson complained to Pamela Mountbatten, "You see, among the diplomats who came there were British Burma Commissioners, British Ceylon Commissioners, what am I?" It's just an assistant to the commissioner in British India, you see Burgess and McLean, not much older than me, they are the commissioner, I am the commissioner's assistant. ”

"Aren't you already Deputy Secretary-General? At least the level is enough, and you can't replace Sir Barron's qualifications. Pamela Mountbatten leaned on the man's shoulder, with a comfortable look on her face, "These two people are from very good backgrounds, and they are considered to be the best among their peers, you are already on the same level as them, and you will only surpass them in the future." ”

"The bombastic drunkard, or the bombastic ......" suffocated homosexuality back into his mouth, Alan Wilson was still lamenting the injustice of the world, and the breath of Versailles surrounded his body.

Burgess was born in 1910 and is 35 years old this year, and has served as a British BBC radio host, a British 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 the University of Cambridge. At Cambridge University, Burgess was known for his intellect and was very passionate about social work.

Donald McLean, born in 1915 and thirty years old this year, served as a diplomat in many countries, and his father was an English-born Scotsman, a liberal politician who served as chairman of the Education Committee.

At the age of twenty, Donald McLean was already in and out of the Foreign Office, and compared to his peers, he was completely a child in the eyes of others, and he looked like two seniors who were more than ten years older.

But Alan Wilson thinks that he should compare himself with the winners, otherwise he will only play chess with the stinky chess basket and stink.

One of them is now the commissioner of British Burma and the other is the commissioner of British Ceylon, which is very jealous. Alan Wilson can only hope that after the events in India, there will be a place for himself to be a commissioner.

Alan Wilson talked about his work back in Europe, focusing on his work at the Potsdam Conference and talking and laughing with the post-war Big Three.

And now the fact that Whitehall is particularly optimistic about its own development, concealing trifles including but not limited to dragoons and Iron Lady, as well as cultural tsars.

Pamela Mountbatten's life is much simpler, two o'clock and one line of life, if you have nothing to do, go to the governor's palace to ask if there is a telegram to herself, speaking of which she said, "I thought I was going back to Europe to find you, but I didn't expect you to come back first." ”

"Maybe for a short time, I won't leave." Alan Wilson said solemnly, "The affairs of British India are very complicated, and there are many remarks in the country, and there is no feasible solution. So I'm probably going to be here for a while, but of course I want to come and meet you. ”

"Did you smear your mouth with honey?" Pamela Mountbatten scolded with an angry smile and whispered, "The gems you gave me are all kept, they are your things, and I only keep them temporarily." ”

"How about making a pair of jewel sandals, it's just maybe not enough. It's okay, there's still time to collect slowly. Alan Wilson assured in a tone of cutting leeks on the ground, with a pride mentality that the vast world has a lot to offer.

New Delhi and months away from it, it's hard to find anything different. Alan Wilson regained his footsteps on the land of the Viceroyalty of India, and as soon as he arrived in New Delhi, he sent a telegram to his subordinates in Hyderabad, informing them of his return to British India.

Then he went to the Viceroy of India, met Sir Barron, the head of the British Indian civil service, took out the bank deposit certificate with the Royal Bank of Scotland, and said, "With the accession of British India, the recovery of the British occupation zone is the fastest in the occupation zone of the four countries, and this is all Sir Barron's efforts." ”

As for the British-occupied areas leading the trend, the occupation areas of Daozhou, especially the Soviet-occupied areas, followed suit and began to use the cigarette trade for plunder, instead of directly emptying all the property in the Soviet-occupied areas, which is only a minor sequelae and is not worth reporting.

"Sir Edward is very impressed with your approach to your work." Sir Barron enthusiastically expressed his joy at Alan Wilson's return, took the deposit slip and said unhurriedly, "Post-war recovery is the most important thing in the country now, and the position of British India is extremely important in the plan of flying together. ”

"There are also eighteen provincial governors and fourteen princely state commissioners!" Alan Wilson said slowly, "Colleagues from the British Occupation Council of Trade said that of course there must be no blood and tears on the part of British India. ”

"Oh! Thank you to your colleagues in the British-occupied territories. Sir Barron sat down and leaned on the backrest, and said in a nonsensical manner, "Now that the end of the year is approaching, it is time to convene a year-end meeting to inform these people who are in various places to come to the Governor's Palace, as if the Governor's Mansion had been in Christmas to show a little gratitude for their troubles for a year." ”

"I believe this Christmas will definitely make everyone very happy." Alan Wilson immediately agreed.

"Okay, you're my assistant now. In my many years of work, it is rare for you to be able to contribute to the British Empire so quickly. Of course, I'm happy to see it happen! Sir Barron said slowly, "Of course good people should go faster, go and see Pamela first, and I will speak with the commissioners of Ceylon and Burma." ”

Alan Wilson walked backwards out of Sir Barron's office, and the gift was delivered as light as a piece of paper. Don't bother with anything else!

A year after the end of the war, the situation in British India was generally calm. In the chaos after the British Raj in history, in a sense, it was also the rumors of the independence of British India in London, which caused the Indian factions to completely fall into a frenzied struggle.

In fact, the sporadic mutinies do not mean that the current British India is in chaos. Neither the Congress Party nor the Muslim League came to an end, what kind of chaos is it, several mutinies in the garrison were immediately quelled, then it is called chaos? Alan Wilson thinks it's far from talking!