Of course, he is lying to himself to say that he is not nervous, Alan Wilson wants to find a church, adhering to the spirit of sharpening the gun, and talk to God and his old man, after all, in this part of Europe, his old man should still have three points of thin face, although he will soon be asked how many divisions of the Pope has to cut off a piece of the iron comrade.

Tension is a normal emotion that does not disappear because of anyone's class and wealth, but is reflected in different aspects, Whitehall in London, which is the political center of the British Empire in the eyes of outsiders, and where every move affects the situation in the world, is also in a tense busyness.

The Soviet Victory Parade and the Potsdam Conference that followed also made all departments feel like they were facing a great enemy, and the permanent secretaries of all ministries were preparing intensively, and the level of tension was no worse than that of Berlin.

The door to the cabinet secretary's office was pushed open, and Norman Brooke said, "Edward, give me the procedure for the Potsdam Conference, by the way, you should go to Berlin before the Prime Minister." ”

"If nothing else, it should be like this." Edward Bridges held a cigar between his fingers, his eyes behind the lenses showed an approving gaze, and he pointed to the seat in front of him and said, "Norman, in fact, there are civil servants working hard in various departments, this kind of thing does not need to be worried, of course, out of a steady attitude, of course I have to go to Berlin first, faster than the prime minister, but?" I'm not bothered by this......"

Norman Brooke was stunned, and now there was something more important than the Potsdam Conference, and asked, "What is happening on the Soviet side?" ”

"Soviet things are important, but not the most important. Norman! Edward Bridges said with a meaningful look on his face, "For the British Empire, the war is over. The affairs of the East were more involved in the colonies than in Germany at the beginning, and now that the greatest danger had disappeared, there was no need for a wartime cabinet, and elections were about to be held. ”

In times of war, of course, stability is greater than everything, and the aggressive Germany of war is the most important thing. For this reason, the position of Prime Minister Churchill and the wartime cabinet was unassailable, but now that the war is over, everything has changed.

Who will emerge victorious in the upcoming election will be a criterion for Edward Bridges to judge the situation next. And judging from the feedback so far, Attlee's hopes are not small, but they are only overshadowed by Prime Minister Churchill under the shadow of the great victory over Germany.

Attlee, a leader of the Labour Party, was born into a middle-class family in Putney, London, and attended Novhelf School, Haleybury and Imperial Service College, and University College, Oxford, where he became a solicitor.

Attlee was the private secretary to Prime Minister Donald, the former leader of the Labour Party, and was Deputy Prime Minister and Keeper of the Seals, Dominion Chancellor, and President of the Privy Council during the war.

"In times of war, some rules can be broken, but in times of peace, we have to do things according to a certain system, Norman?" Edward Bridges whispered to the civil servant, "If Attlee comes to power, I will consider early retirement." ”

"Early retirement?" Norman Brooke looked stunned, and his body involuntarily leaned forward.

"Not so soon, I will hand over the power of the cabinet secretary to the successor to ensure that everything goes smoothly." Pressing the cigar off his fingertips, Edward Bridges leaned back tactically, "I'll get the next Cabinet Secretary up in two years' time, and then leave Whitehall." ”

"Wow!" Norman Brooke's face was so wonderful that he didn't know what he was thinking.

"My successor must stand firm in the face of politicians, including you and I both know that the life of politicians lies in elections, and where they can be called professional, is to maintain exposure, as for the level of governance of the country, we do not evaluate." Edward Bridges got up and opened the window, his back to Norman Brooke.

"You're right, Edward, there's no ambiguity about that." Norman Brooke looked at Edward Bridges' back in agreement.

"We also need to be strategic, and we help politicians accomplish their grand aspirations, and although the vast majority of them are naïve and ridiculous, we can't show them." Turning around, Edward Bridges looked at Norman Brooke expectantly.

"Your heir should be gentle, charming, old-faced, and experienced." Norman Brooke followed Edward Bridges' thoughts, and already felt in his heart that this was not a temptation.

"Especially reliable." Edward Bridges added with a smile, "It is my duty to keep this transition in order, and it is my duty to the British Empire." So I found a successor who fits all of these criteria! ”

"So Edward, do you already have that candidate?" Norman Brooke asked expectantly.

"You see, the essence of doing what we do is not to find the answer, but to find the right question. See who can find the key questions! Edward Bridges smiled dumbly, apparently in a very good mood for talking to smart people.

It was not by chance that Edward Bridges decided to leave, because in times of war he himself was bound to Prime Minister Winston Churchill. This history is actually quite early, in fact, he became cabinet secretary, and he had a huge relationship with Churchill, who was not even the prime minister at the time.

When I became a cabinet secretary, I didn't quite fit in with the traditional habits of civil servants. Of course, in the tense moments of wartime, these are no problems and logical.

But now that the war is over, some of the problems have to return to their original places, and the broken rules should be amended. Edward Bridges offered to return to tradition and keep the initiative in his own hands.

When the two of them came out of the cabinet secretary's office, they looked so amiable that all the civil servants in Whitehall looked sideways.

Alan Wilson, who was nervous, like other Berlin diplomats, was lined up by Alexander Cadogan, the permanent secretary of the Foreign Office, for the military plane that had landed.

"People who don't know think that the prime minister has come?" Ivor muttered in a faint voice.

"More important than the Prime Minister, Mr. Edward is bigger than us." Alan Wilson stared ahead, maintaining the qualities of a young diplomat, and watched as the military plane slowly stopped.

The permanent secretary of the cabinet, commonly known as the current cabinet secretary, Edward Bridges easily stepped off the plane.