Chapter 136 White Lie

Don't blame Alan Wilson for being honest, as a single-minded person, he just has no resistance to beautiful women. If the range is larger, those above the average level can cause an instinctive reaction, it all depends on the amount of clothes.

Isabella Bokina's skin is as white as jade, her eyes are as blue as the sea, even if she wears very simple ordinary clothes and a dark green coat, she can't hide her devilish figure. After all, that kind of impactful inner beauty, Ellen Wilson knew it firsthand.

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

Gradually, the waves on Isabella Pokina's chest began to rise and fall, and the man's eyes were undisguised, as if trying to melt people in half. Rolling his eyes, his eyes met, and finally aroused the spirit of the imperial civil servant in Alan Wilson's heart.

"Hardworking and strong German women will definitely occupy an important position in the economic construction of Germany after the war."

Harold Wilson's stinky and long speech finally reached Alan Wilson's ears, and after the speech was over, the surrounding Germans cheered and applauded.

"Liaison officer, it's a telegram from the Indian who often communicates with you." Alan Wilson's horseman, Mark, found a time to take out the telegram.

Alan Wilson took it apart and looked at it, sighing in his heart, if it doesn't come, it won't come, will it come? It's all here. The machines disassembled by the Chennai Tobacco Factory in British India have arrived. They have not arrived in Germany, but have arrived in the British port. After unloading the local goods, they will drive to Germany.

In this way, the time is not particularly tight, and the money printing machine has been approaching its loyal German subjects step by step.

Once in Germany, the tobacco leaves transported by freighters can make Alan Wilson's pockets bulge. Another thing is that the smuggling in the US-occupied areas will gradually become more and more lawless.

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

Marx had a saying? "As soon as there is an appropriate profit, capital will become daring. If there is a ten percent profit, it will be used everywhere; if there is a twenty percent profit, it will become active; If there is a profit of 50%, it will take risks; if there is a profit of 100%, it will dare to trample on all human laws; if there is a profit of 300%, it will dare to commit any crime, even risking hanging."

Once the tobacco production line is put into production, the profit here is more than 300% in today's Germany? What's more, this also delays the flow of smuggling across the Atlantic?

If Alan Wilson can only see the profits brought by the money printing machine, but not the risks involved? In a few days, he will say goodbye to the world without anyone noticing? Anyway, it was not a car accident? die.

At night? Alan Wilson, who sneaked into the Hellman family's house? After finally succeeding in Isabella Bokina's temperamental change, he lit a cigarette with a melancholy look and puffed.

The sweaty Bokina was a little puzzled, and asked lazily, "You seem to have something to do?"

"That's right!" Alan Wilson told the whole story about the machinery in the tobacco factory, and pointed out the current tightness of tobacco throughout Germany? And the possible huge profits.

Isabella Bokina was taken aback? Since Alan Wilson left last time?

But this is far inferior to what Alan Wilson is saying now, if what he said is true? The profits brought are of course astronomical, but for ordinary Germans, of course, the intensity of exploitation has increased .

Even Isabella Bokina, who had undergone professional training, was too shocked to speak, and said after a long time, "This should be a good thing, Alan, why are you frowning?"

"You haven't heard a word from you, it's what you German Marx said..." Alan Wilson repeated the famous saying that dared to trample on all laws.

I've heard of it so much, it's a compulsory course in school! Isabella Bokina slandered in her heart, but she also understood Alan Wilson's worry, and asked with a gloomy expression, "What do you want to do?"

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

"We can't have a direct relationship with this tobacco factory. Otherwise, even if the domestic investigation is done in the past, it will be detrimental to future progress. Therefore, it is best for this tobacco factory to be run by a German. That copy was sent to the hand on time, that’s all.”

Isabella Bokina couldn't stop nodding at first, but then she suddenly came to her senses, wasn't she talking about herself? Surprised, "You mean I will 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 this a good job?" Alan Wilson pulled Pokina's warm body into his arms and said contentedly, "You just need to be The owner of this tobacco factory is fine. If you have nothing to do, go and see the production process. As long as it leaves the factory, you don’t have to worry about all the links of transportation, sales, etc. The trade committee will handle everything. Of course, you can’t ignore it to some British commanders' share..."

Alan Wilson was still thinking about his own plan to make a fortune, and Isabella Bokina was also restless. 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 was also thankful for her luck that she had to witness with her own eyes the huge profit network in the British-occupied area and become a part of it.

Just when he was thinking this way, Alan Wilson had already recovered, and he climbed up frivolously, wanting to have another round.

"Alan?" Isabella Bokina stretched out her hand to hold Alan Wilson's face, and spoke in a flattering voice.

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

Isabella Bokina, who was breathing irregularly, took two deep breaths and said intermittently, "How about Anna! I still have to work now, and I'm actually a little afraid of getting pregnant. Anna can do it when it's inconvenient."

As soon as the words fell, Isabella Bokina felt Alan Wilson swell, and clearly spoke to the other party's heart.

We can't blame Alan Wilson for being worthless, but if any man is asked this question, who would refuse? If she really refused, Alan Wilson could only say admiration, anyway, she, an ordinary person, couldn't refuse. He was quickly knocked down by sugar-coated shells.

Before dawn, Alan Wilson sneaked out of the house again. He didn't even have such self-discipline when he went to work. But there is no way, if Harold Wilson wakes up and looks for him, he has to explain what he did, which is also a trouble.

Harold Wilson did get up early, but Alan Wilson came back earlier, perfectly fooling the future Prime Minister of the British Empire. It’s just a little strange that Alan Wilson seemed to be out of spirits, “Alan, have you been in Luzhou recently? I am exhausted from inspecting everywhere in Erqu, and I am a few years older than you, but I am not as tired as you."

"Dear Mr. Congressman, I'm not a politician." Alan Wilson saw that the other party had made excuses for himself, and directly took advantage of the slope to go down the donkey path, "Actually, it's hard for me to imagine that you, with a scholarly temperament, would actually With such ample physical strength, he inspected the situation in major cities in the Ruhr area."

This sentence is half to change the subject, half to be a compliment. Alan Wilson can't say that he was overworked last night. He went to condolences to the director of the Bonn Women's Work and Labor Bureau, right? I dare not even sleep, and I have to come back before you wake up.

"Although I'm a scholar, I'm still in good health." Harold Wilson laughed very satisfied when he heard this. There were no outsiders here, so he naturally put away the pipe he had always carried with him, and took out a cigar Like Churchill, he sucked it up, "I think Bonn is a typical report on the restoration and reconstruction of the British-occupied area. This proves that the British-occupied area trade committee has contributed to the restoration of the British-occupied area."

"Ah?" He yawned heavily, Alan Wilson rubbed his face, and agreed, "No problem, the citizens in China don't know that Bonn's damage is not serious, I'm going to prepare a few pictures of the ruins of other cities The photo, then compared with the municipal photo of Bonn that has now been cleaned up, should do the trick.”

"Very well, what the German people need now is confidence. In fact, the truth of some things is not particularly important. We didn't deliberately deceive the Germans." Harold Wilson commented appreciatively, "It's a kind of... um ?”

"White lie!" Alan Wilson added understandingly, "Our intention is to do good deeds and make Germans more confident in the future."

"That's right, a white lie." Harold Wilson praised with satisfaction, "It must be said that Alan provided great help along the way when I came to the British-occupied area for inspection. cooperation at work."