People like Congreve, Roque didn't care at all, and the lions of the prairie never cared about bluffing hyenas.

Ida is different, Ida attaches great importance to Roque above all else, Congreve is a kind of person, if Roque is a bargain with him, it will not prove how strong Roque is, but it seems that Roque is narrow-minded, Ada doesn't care, women have always been eager to repay, so they will not be humble, so when dancing on the dance floor with Roque, Ada looks like a lot of affection, and what she says makes people shudder.

"I'll go back and find someone to investigate, to see if this guy has any shady deeds, I'm going to ruin him." Ada will definitely not scratch people like a shrew, as long as the money is in place, some people are willing to scratch it.

This is the death hole of a colonial officer like Congreve, especially in Egypt, where the emperor is far away, but there is a lot of oil and water, Congreve, as the commander of the Bainbridge Rifle Regiment, is a well-known person in the country, but he is a senior officer in Egypt, and there are not too many opportunities to make oil and water, and a colonial officer like him rarely starts and finishes well, Ida only needs to grab Congreve's pigtails and stab them in the newspaper, and he doesn't need Ida to operate, so naturally someone will clean up Congreef.

Although the British Army is a cold yamen, but the fat difference is also more wolves and less meat, Congreve doesn't know how many people are staring at it, but Congreve is not sullen and rich, but he still has to brush his sense of existence here in Roque, he really doesn't know whether he is alive or dead.

Such people usually have no background, and when things are going well, no one reminds them of the dangers of the world, so they will make such mistakes, and others will not, such as McMahon, whose father is a lieutenant general in the army, a standard second-generation army.

"No, you see shit on the street, there's no need to step on it to confirm it." Roque is actually not happy, but it doesn't seem to be good to kill all sides when he first arrives in Egypt, so it's better to keep a low profile and clean up Congreve has a chance.

Roque's analogy was a bit too vulgar, and Ida was disgusted, and she didn't look like a woman in her thirties at all.

What else could Roque do, he could only hug him tighter, completely oblivious to Congreve's jealous and crazy eyes in the corner of the banquet hall.

"Give up, Congreve, it's a delicate rose, pretty, but a thorn that your hand." Douglas reminded softly that Qin Hui still has a good relationship.

"Why? Why is that? Congreve was so depressed that he was going crazy, everyone else was pretending to be a glass of wine, maybe the whole dinner party was this one from beginning to end, and Congreve had already drunk most of the bottle in a while.

Roque in the center of the dance floor didn't know what to say, which made Ida tremble, and the whole person snuggled into Roque's arms, not caring about other people's eyes at all.

Roque just smiled dotingly, only Ida was in his sight, and the unpleasantness just now had been thrown out of the clouds.

"It's normal, it's impossible for such a beautiful woman to survive without protection in a place like Southern Africa." Douglas is not surprised, the status of women in this era is not high, and the relationship between men and women is so chaotic, these men and women in the banquet hall, everyone does not know how many lovers, everyone is used to it.

A stable triangular relationship like Roque, Phyllis, and Ida is really rare in this era, and it can be regarded as self-cleansing.

"There are no white people in Southern Africa?" Congreve still can't accept that in the eyes of people like him, as long as the person he likes is not with him, everything is wrong.

"Sober up Congreve, that guy is the Minister of Defense of Southern Africa, Viscount Nyasaland, he owns many companies under his name, and the umbrella company is just one of those companies, not to mention Southern Africa, there are not many such people." Douglas is obviously the kind of person who has someone behind him, who knows who not to provoke, this kind of person can go further, and Congreve is the lucky one who has taken shit luck.

But Congreeve himself didn't know, and most of them firmly believed that he had everything he had now by virtue of his own ability, and even thought that everything he had was not enough to match his worth.

In fact, it is all an illusion, there are more capable people, more people who work hard, but not many people who get ahead, and the social form of the pyramid structure, the head is always a small number of people.

"Why do you all think this is normal? Southern Africa is the territory of the British Empire, but is it normal for a yellow man to be in a high position? "Congreve has a lot of resentment, and he looks like everyone is drunk and I am sober.

"Be quiet, that's not what we should be talking about." Douglas was disappointed, such Congreve, I'm afraid Douglas also had to keep his distance, so as not to be affected by lightning.

"Ha, you're right, politically correct!" Congreve drank the wine in his glass in one gulp, feeling still not satisfied, and raised his hand to call the waiter who delivered the wine.

The waitress at the Rhodesia Hotel was still excellent and immediately brought the wine to Congreef.

"Why only champagne? Bring me a glass of whiskey. "Congreve was not happy with the alcohol content of the champagne.

"Please wait a minute, sir—" The waiter was polite, he couldn't afford to mess with any of the people in the hall, and any one who went out would stomp his feet and shake the whole of Cairo.

"Don't be like this, you're going to get drunk—" Douglas's voice gradually became stern, the soldier must stay awake at all times, not to mention that the situation in Cairo is still so tense, Douglas has been pretending to have a glass of wine from the beginning to now, and has not drunk a sip.

"I'm not drunk, I'm sober." Congreve was slurred, waving his arms as he spoke, almost hitting a gentleman next to him.

"Sorry sir, he just got bad news, and he's in a bad mood—" You're welcome, if it weren't for the fact that he was wearing uniforms, Douglas would have really wanted to leave with his hands on it.

"Oh, the festival is changing, life has to go on-" The old gentleman who accepted the apology was calm, but the words were indeed a little damaged.

"What did you say?" Congreve didn't hear clearly, and wanted to continue pestering.

"Enough Congreve, I'll send you back." Douglas can't let Congreve stay here any longer, someone has already noticed Congreve's drunkenness, don't look at the people here are all polite, in fact, none of the people who are qualified to appear here are easy to mess with, maybe the old gentleman just now has a son who works in the War Department, and it is actually a matter of one sentence to put on small shoes for Congreve.

"I'm not drunk, I'm not, I'm normal." Congreve denied the triple.

At this time, the obedient waiter brought Congreve the whiskey he wanted.

"You give everyone champagne, why whisky for me?" Congreeve had forgotten that he had asked for it.

"Isn't that the whiskey you want?" The young waiter looked confused, on this occasion, it is really rare to see someone who can pour himself too much.

"Are you crazy? I'm a soldier and never drink whiskey! Congreve was polite to Roque, and his face was hateful to the waiter.

Before Douglas could speak, Congreve picked up his glass and poured it at the waiter.

Not accurate.

The waiter stood still, but Congreeve poured a full glass of wine on the evening dress of a noblewoman next to him.

"Ahh

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry—" Congreve finally realized his mistake at this time, and shakily reached out to help the lady wipe it.

Then, unsurprisingly, he was tripped by himself, and staggered to the noblewoman together.

"God!"

"Bastard!"

"What the hell are you doing?"

There was a neat rebuke around him immediately, but at this time, Douglas didn't speak, holding his arms and holding a wine glass, as if smiling but not smiling, his expression was helpless, and he really couldn't stop the dead people.

"Colonel Congreve, what are you doing?" McMahon only noticed the situation at this time, and when he came to see it, he was furious.

The High Commissioner was the highest British official in Egypt, and Congreve and Douglas were officers in the garrison, both subject to McMahon's control.

Walking up to him and smelling Congreve's full body of alcohol, McMahon was even more angry: "It's such an extraordinary time, how can you drink so much?" ”

Congreve finally struggled to his feet, shaking his hand and explaining, "I didn't drink - wow-"

The entire banquet hall was suddenly filled with a disgusting smell.

"It's too much! Colonel Congreve, you have to pay for your actions! McMahon's face was covered with congreve squirting filth, Douglas covered his eyes and said he had no face to see, Roque was surprised that he didn't expect McMahon to be so miserable, Ida was smiling and didn't know where to take out a handkerchief, but he first took out Roque's nose.

Roque quietly dragged Ida back a few steps, it was really a bit big, and it was estimated that McMahon didn't want people to see him so embarrassed.

The dinner ended in such a hurry, and Roque didn't know what was going to happen to Congreef, much to Ada's regret.

If this is replaced by Ada, it is estimated that Congreve will be even worse.