Rock didn't care about people like Congreve at all. The lions on the grassland never cared about the bluffing hyenas.
Ada is different. Ada values Roark above all else. If Roark gets into trouble with someone like Congreve, it won't prove how powerful Roark is. Instead, it will show Roark is narrow-minded. Ada
It doesn't matter, women are always retaliatory and will not be open-minded, so when she and Roque danced on the dance floor, Ada looked full of affection and affection, and the words she said made people shudder.
"I'll find someone to investigate later and see if this guy has any shameful deeds. I want to ruin his reputation." Ada definitely won't scratch people like a shrew. As long as the money is enough, there will be people willing to take action.
scratch.
This is the Achilles' heel of colonial officers like Congreve, especially in a place like Egypt, where the sky is high and the emperor is far away, but there is abundant oil and water. As the commander of the Bainbridge Rifles, Congreve is in the homeland.
Although he is a high-ranking military officer in Egypt, there are not many opportunities to make money. Colonial officers like him rarely start well and finish well. Ada only needs to grab Congreve's pigtail and poke it into the newspaper.
If it works, someone will naturally take action to deal with Congreve.
Although the British Army is a cold government, it has more wolves than meat. I don’t know how many people are watching Congreve’s position. However, Congreve does not want to make a fortune in silence, but also wants to gain a sense of presence here at Rock. It’s really
It's a matter of not knowing whether to live or die.
Such people usually have little background. When everything is going smoothly, no one reminds them of the dangers of the world, so they make such mistakes. Others will not, such as McMahon, whose father is an Army Lieutenant General, a standard second-generation military man.
"You can't do it. When you see the shit on the street, there is no need to step on it to confirm it." Roque was actually not happy, but it didn't seem good to kill everyone just after arriving in Egypt. He had to keep a low profile and deal with Kangli.
Husband has plenty of opportunities.
Rock's metaphor was a bit too vulgar, and Ada's lively look of disgust and disgust did not look like a woman in her thirties.
What else could Rock do, he could only hug him tighter, completely unaware of Congreve's jealous and crazy eyes in the corner of the banquet hall.
"Give it up, Congreve, this is a delicate rose, beautiful, but it has thorns that will prick your hands." Douglas reminded softly that Qin Hui still had three lovers.
"Why? Why on earth is this?" Congreve was so depressed that he was going crazy. Others were just pretending to be showing off by holding a glass of wine. Maybe the whole dinner was just one drink from beginning to end. Congreve had already drank more than half of the bottle in a short time.
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Rock in the center of the dance floor didn't know what he said, which made Ada tremble. She snuggled into Rock's arms and didn't care about other people's eyes.
Rock just smiled lovingly, with only Ada in his sight, and the unpleasantness just now was forgotten.
"It's normal. It's impossible for such a beautiful woman to survive without protection in a place like southern Africa." Douglas was not surprised. The status of women in this era was not high, and the relationship between men and women was so chaotic. In the banquet hall,
Each of these men and women has countless lovers, and they are all used to it.
A stable triangular relationship like Roark and Phyllis Ada is really rare in this era, and it can be regarded as a clean one.
"There are no white people in southern Africa?" Congreve still couldn't accept it. In the eyes of a person like him, as long as the person he likes is not with him, anything he does is wrong.
"Wake up Congreve, that guy is the Minister of Defense of Southern Africa, Viscount Nyasaland. He has many companies under his name. The Umbrella Company is just one of those companies. There are not many such people in Southern Africa, let alone in the mainland.
." Douglas is obviously the kind of person who has someone to guide him from behind. He knows who not to mess with. Only this kind of person can go further. Congreve is the lucky one who got shit luck.
But Congreve himself didn't know, and most of the time he firmly believed that he had everything he had now because of his own abilities, and even thought that everything he had now was not enough to match his worth.
In fact, it is all an illusion. There are more capable people, more people work hard, but not many people get ahead. In a pyramid-structured society, there are always a few people at the head.
"Why do you all think this is normal? Southern Africa is the territory of the British Empire, but a yellow man is in a high position. Is this normal?" Congreve said with great resentment, as if everyone was drunk and I was alone.
.
"Keep your voice down, this is not the scope of our discussion." Douglas was disappointed. With Congreve like this, Douglas probably had to keep his distance to avoid being implicated when he was struck by lightning.
"Ha, you're right, political correctness!" Congreve drank the wine in the glass in one gulp. Still feeling unsatisfied, he raised his hand and called the waiter who delivered the wine.
The waiter at the Rhodesian Hotel was very good and immediately brought the wine to Congreve.
"Why only champagne? Give me a glass of whiskey." Congreve was not satisfied with the alcohol content of the champagne.
"Please wait a moment, sir -" The waiter was polite. He couldn't offend anyone in the lobby. Anyone who walked out would stomp their feet and be seen in Cairo.
"Don't be like this Congreve, you will get drunk if you continue like this -" Douglas's voice gradually became stern. Soldiers must stay awake at all times, not to mention that the current situation in Cairo is still so tense. Douglas has been
He just pretended to be holding a glass of wine and didn't drink a sip.
"I'm not drunk, I'm sober." Congreve was confused and waved his arms while speaking, almost hitting the gentleman next to him.
"Sorry sir, he just received some bad news and is in a bad mood——" Douglas was so rude. If it weren't for the fact that they were all wearing uniforms, Douglas would really want to throw away and leave.
"Oh, my condolences, life must go on -" The old man who accepted the apology was calm, but his words were indeed a bit damaging.
"What did you say?" Congreve didn't hear clearly and wanted to continue to pester.
"That's enough Congreve, I'll take you back." Douglas couldn't let Congreve stay here anymore. Someone had already noticed Congreve's drunken state. Even though everyone here was polite, in fact
No one who is qualified to appear here is easy to mess with. Maybe the old gentleman just now has a son working in the War Department, and it is only a matter of words to put Congreve's shoes on.
"I'm not drunk, I'm not, I'm normal." Congreve denied three times.
At this time, the obedient waiter brought Congreve the whiskey he asked for.
"You give everyone champagne, why do you give me whiskey?" Congreve had forgotten that he asked for it.
"Isn't that the whiskey you want?" The young waiter looked confused. It is really rare to see someone drink too much in this kind of situation.
"Are you crazy? I am a soldier and I never drink whiskey!" Congreve was quite polite to Rock, but he was disgusting when facing the waiter.
Before Douglas could speak, Congreve picked up the wine glass and threw the wine at the waiter.
Not accurate.
The waiter stood there without moving, but Congreve poured a full glass of wine onto the evening dress of a lady next to him.
"Ah——" The noble lady was in disbelief. The soaring high notes completely covered the melodious violin.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry-" Congreve finally realized his mistake at this time, and reached out unsteadily to help the lady wipe it.
Then, without any surprise, he tripped over himself and staggered towards the lady.
"God!"
"asshole!"
"What the hell are you doing?"
There was a chorus of scoldings all around. At this time, Douglas didn't say anything. He held his arms and held the wine glass with a helpless expression. He really couldn't stop someone who wanted to die.
"Colonel Congreve, what are you doing?" McMahon only noticed the situation here at this time, and when he came over to see it, he became furious.
The High Commissioner was the highest British official stationed in Egypt, and Congreve and Douglas were garrison officers, both of whom were subject to MacMahon's control.
When he walked up to him and smelled the smell of alcohol all over Congreve's body, McMahon became even more angry: "These are extraordinary times, how could you drink so much?"
Congreve finally struggled to get up, shaking his hands and explaining: "I didn't drink - wow -"
The entire banquet hall was suddenly filled with a disgusting smell.
"This is too much! Colonel Congreve, you must pay the price for your actions!" McMahon's head and face were covered with the filth spewed by Congreve. Douglas covered his eyes to show that he had no shame, and Rock's face was full of filth.
She was surprised and didn't expect McMahon to be so miserable. With a smile on her face, Ada took out a handkerchief from nowhere, but first touched Rock's nose.
Rock calmly dragged Ada back a few steps. The smell was really a bit strong, and McMahon probably didn't want people to see him in such a mess.
The dinner ended hastily. Rock didn't know how Congreve would be dealt with, but Ada was very sorry.
If it had been Ada's turn, Congreve would have been even worse.
