Chapter 299 Double Happiness

The negotiations have ended, and the relationship between Alan Wilson and Derek has completely improved. Now that U.S. Steel has made a decision, it naturally hopes to have a good relationship with British India, at least the current ruler, the British.

Political affairs are still the focus of discussion between Alan Wilson and Derek. As an official, he can only talk about this. Otherwise, what kind of official would he be? Wouldn't it be better to do business with Derek?

When asked about Mexico, Derek said that he did not like this neighboring country. Many entrepreneurs even believed that this country was very dangerous. It might be the second Soviet Union, and it was the Soviet Union next to the United States.

"Maybe things are not so bad." Alan Wilson said, "Although the Institutional Revolutionary Party is powerful and has amazing control over the entire country of Mexico, nothing is static. Isn't there a new president in Mexico?"

"Yes, he is a president who was born as an administrator, not a former civil war general. His name is Aleman, but judging from his remarks, he is still a difficult person to deal with." Derek nodded, and the United States could not do anything else. Concerned, but Americans must care about Mexico, especially now that this neighboring country seems a bit untamed.

This is the person! This is the beginning of change in Mexico, similar to characters like Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty, Huizong of the Song Dynasty, Emperor Xuan of the Han Dynasty, and Qianlong.

Aleman moved to the left economically and to the right politically; he resolutely promoted industrialization and nationalization, while resolutely suppressing trade unions and uniting capitalists and the middle class. He announced an anti-corruption campaign when he came to power, and he himself has been heavily involved in corruption.

Aleman supported Telemex, the representative of Mexican state-owned enterprises, which would defeat Sweden's Ericsson in its home country and become the world's seventh largest telecommunications company in the twenty-first century; however, it was also Aleman and A tool for his cronies to make money.

Aleman was in tit-for-tat confrontation with Spain's Franco regime in the diplomatic field, striving for Mexico's top spot in the Spanish-speaking world. At the same time, he was very friendly to the United States and American capital, contrary to Mexico's tough attitude toward the United States after the revolution.

Aleman has just taken office. After some time, American entrepreneurs will discover the benefits of this new president.

Alan Wilson made the difficult decision to go back to his apartment to cook, and it seemed like nothing had changed.

Assistant commissioners in British India still played the role of housewives and were manipulated.

Then he packed up the tableware, sent the two actresses back, returned after dark, and opened the door with the key that Greta Garbo left for him. Up to this point, everything was fine.

The problem occurred after entering the apartment,

Greta Garbo coughed loudly and unreasonably, so Alan Wilson rushed in and saw Ingrid Bergman with a strong sense of presence...

Ingrid Bergman was also looking at him, and the atmosphere was very awkward. After many missed opportunities, Ingrid Bergman, who was the one who should discover the truth of the matter, finally met her.

"I'm here to fix the water pipes." The sky covered Alan Wilson's face. At this time, he deeply realized that black people are not useless. At least on this occasion, no one can tell that they are embarrassed.

"Oh!" This short exclamation was uttered by Ingrid Bergman with such complex emotions. Being able to join the Hollywood movie queen is not a waste of fame. "So that's it. I won't bother you."

After speaking, Ingrid Bergman stood up and left, saying as she walked, "I hope the water pipes in my apartment will not be broken. The quality of your project is very worrying. Why are the water pipes in several apartments broken?"

I left quietly, waving my sleeves, not taking away a single cloud. Ingrid Bergman left quietly.

Alan Wilson was dumbfounded, what should I do? For a long time, I instinctively used thirty-six strategies, trying to find the best solution.

"What are you talking about? What's the point of leaving now?" Greta Garbo's eyes flashed with disappointment and she said, "Will avoiding solve the problem? Where is your courage yesterday? Take it out."

"Of course I have the courage, but my mind is a little confused now." Although Alan Wilson said this, his tone was very weak.

Life is simply difficult. At this hour, I am still picking up the waste I picked up during the day. Paper shells have dropped from 70 cents per catty to 60 cents per catty, resulting in a sharp drop in income. This is basically the situation.

"You just walked away because your mind was confused?" Greta Garbo said rudely, "Can you go back to the past? You can correct your mistakes by going back to the past."

"This can't be considered a mistake, right?" Ellen Wilson sounded like an old scumbag as soon as she opened her mouth. The main reason was that Greta Garbo's tone was too straightforward and unacceptable.

"I can communicate with Ingrid, it depends on your performance." Greta Garbo asked Alan Wilson to sit down, "I said, my requirements are very high."

Why does it feel like the subject and the guest are in different places? When thinking this way, Greta Garbo pressed Alan Wilson's head down, and Greta Garbo became very angry.

In order to create space to explain the misunderstanding, Alan Wilson, who has always been very dull, left New Delhi with the two Swedish actresses for a brief outing in the sight of the security of the Governor's Palace.

The urban area was no longer visible. At first it was just bushes, all dense and short shrubs. The only trees were semi-wild mango trees, bearing fruits the size of plums. Then, the road was surrounded by taller trees.

At this time of year, the jungle is dry and dead. The trees beside the road were closely packed, dusty, with leaves a dull olive green. There were no birds in sight, only a few ugly gray ones hopping awkwardly under the bushes, like the infamous wood thrush.

Two miles after getting out of the car, the road ended at the ford of a creek. Because of the water, the jungle here is greener and the trees are taller.

At the edge of the stream stood a huge dead tree, covered with delicate orchids and a few limes with waxy white flowers. Their scent is fragrant and rich, like bergamot.

Alan Wilson even bothered to study the cause of this tree's death. It must have nothing to do with drought, right?

Because less than fifty feet away, there is another tree that is alive and well. It is a Bodhi tree. This big tree like an arch is six feet thick and is made up of countless branches. Like a cable twisted by a giant.

A large natural hole is formed at the root of the tree, and underneath is clear, green, bubbling water. Both around and above the tree, there are lush branches and leaves that block the light, thus turning the place into a cave surrounded by leaves.

But now that there is a Bodhi tree, Alan Wilson has something to say. He tells the story of Buddha's enlightenment under the Bodhi tree, just like a tour guide introducing the history of India.

There was a shaking and a boiling sound on the tall lime tree, like a kettle boiling. It turned out that a group of green pigeons were eating berries on it.

Alan Wilson stared up at the huge green dome of the lime tree, trying to identify the birds inside, but he couldn't see them at all. The birds were very similar to the color of the leaves, but the whole tree was added to the vitality and shimmer because of them. Flickering, as if the ghost of a bird was shaking the tree.

The story about Buddha's enlightenment under the bodhi tree did not attract the attention of the two Swedish actresses.

"Besides Vivian and you, there are others." Ingrid Bergman didn't care about the story of enlightenment under the bodhi tree. Anyway, this man definitely didn't learn anything.

"To be exact, it should be except you." Greta Garbo glanced at Ingrid Bergman, indicating that you are the minority, not the majority as she thought.

It was only yesterday that Greta Garbo heard Bette Davis's name from Alan Wilson after asking again and again. One fact became clear. Almost everyone who came to British India to do charity this time had been wiped out in one fell swoop.

How could Alan Wilson tell the truth? You can't tell the truth about this kind of thing. Even if he was forced to do nothing, he didn't reveal even a word about Hedy Lamarr, which made Greta Garbo think that only A fish that slipped through the net.

"What good is he?" Ingrid Bergman said unconvinced, "Are all men dead?"

"If you want to return to Europe for development, maybe he can really help." Greta Garbo analyzed with indifference, "What is Britain's position in Europe? Allen also participated in the Potsdam Conference and is familiar with it. You have a lot of British colleagues in European institutions, which will be good for your career.”

Ingrid Bergman said nothing, admitting in her heart that what her fellow countryman said was reasonable.

When the morning light fell and Alan Wilson walked out of Ingrid Bergman's bedroom, he didn't know that this day would be a double blessing for him. Just like yesterday, he praised Ingrid Bergman from the bottom of his heart. The beauty, ultimately achieves the same goal.

There is also good news from U.S. Steel. The Pittsburgh headquarters has approved this merger. The Mysore Iron Mine matter finally came to fruition, and of course he deserves a share of the credit.

This huge business worth hundreds of millions of dollars gave Alan Wilson a sense of accomplishment, which he shared at the dinner table with Greta Garbo and Ingrid Bergman.

Greta Garbo still looked indifferent, but Ingrid Bergman's surprise was genuine, "Hundreds of millions of dollars? How much is that?"

"Let me put it another way, if 100 million dollars were compared with ordinary women like us, which one would you choose in the end?" Greta Garbo stroked her cheek with a bare hand and looked at Ellen Wilson with a pair of cold eyes.

"You!" Alan Wilson answered decisively, but the atmosphere was ruined by the process of stuffing food into his mouth.

Greta Garbo's expression suddenly changed. If she saw it correctly, this man was telling the truth.