Chapter 393 It’s Alcohol’s Fault
"Okay! Wine is actually better than milk tea." Alice Roosevelt squinted her eyes as Sheffield happily poured her a glass of wine. The anxious election situation was temporarily forgotten by the two.
Alice Roosevelt told the man about her childhood, from being homeschooled, to joining sports clubs, to raising a snake as a pet. "I like dancing, driving, and traveling. Some newspapers are annoying, but maybe because I am a woman, they don't write too many excessive things."
"Your image in the media is very good. Many mothers named their daughters Alice because of your liveliness and appearance." Sheffield took a sip and said, "If your father won the election, you would be very happy too."
"From what I know about him, what he wants most is a stage for his own victory." Alice Roosevelt shook her head drunkenly. "My biggest dream now is to travel around the world. I have been to Europe, and I hope to go to Asia, Japan, China, India and other places. If there is a delegation from the United States visiting these countries, I hope to go there."
"Asia!" Sheffield held his forehead and sighed meaningfully, which aroused Alice Roosevelt's curiosity. She leaned over with her elbow on the table and asked, "As if you know everything about it? What do you think of China now?"
"In terms of time, the current Chinese government has already reached its late stage. It's better for you to go there. It will be too late if you go there." Sheffield tilted his head and talked about the normal time of a dynasty with Alice Roosevelt, which aroused the latter's interest. "So there is such a thing. Does the Chinese government have a 300-year cycle law?"
"Yeah, I didn't expect that!" Maybe it was because of the alcohol and Alice Roosevelt's curious personality, Sheffield talked about his understanding of China, "This country had almost no shortcomings in the agricultural era. It has done everything that an agricultural country can do."
"Just like the Ottoman Empire?" Alice Roosevelt raised her heavy eyelids and asked in a probing manner.
"The control is much stronger than that of the Ottoman Empire!" Sheffield shook his head slightly. The centralized control is much stronger than the territorial control of the Ottoman Empire with pashas everywhere.
Apart from the period before the British came to attack, the Qing Dynasty could be said to have suffered very little in the war. Of course, it cannot be said to be invincible, otherwise Myanmar and Vietnam would not exist. It can only be said that when fighting against the same agricultural country, the battlefield was also on the other side's territory, and even if they lost, they could still save face. This is different from other dynasties that seemed to be sure to win, but would occasionally fail.
"From what you said, China should be very powerful." Alice Roosevelt smiled, and her eyes were already a little straight when she looked at Sheffield.
"Alice, times have changed." Sheffield reached out and tapped Alice Roosevelt's nose, then laughed, "This is an era of scientific explosion. The United States is still developing rapidly. Countries that are starting from scratch need to replace their previous knowledge, which is not an easy task. The religious revolution in Europe took 130 years to achieve initial success. People in many backward countries hope to have everything when they wake up tomorrow morning. How is that possible? Also, because technology is still developing rapidly, even if the international students in backward countries return with knowledge, our new theoretical knowledge will have already come out."
This is like a game called StarCraft. A player named China has gone through a lot of hardships and has become the first in the server. At this time, the system notifies the version update, and a game called League of Legends starts to be launched, inviting all players to enter the new game.
The choice facing this Chinese player is to stay in the old game or to enter the new game. Will the player who is so successful in the old game choose to start over? Don't they need to wait and see? Maybe the new game will not be popular.
After a while, there were fewer and fewer players of the old game, and the Chinese player found it boring, so he downloaded a new game. As soon as he entered the game, he was beaten by the overlord of the new game, the UK.
This is the situation, and Sheffield has no choice. He can't even change the fact that the Democratic Party's electoral base is much smaller than that of the Republican Party. How can he have the ability to point fingers at another country?
"After this election, I'm going to travel around Asia." Alice Roosevelt was drunk and muttered to herself with her eyes closed.
Sheffield, who was already feeling dizzy, was about to say something when he heard the phone ring. He held onto the table and tried to stand up, but then sat back down again, muttering to himself in a daze, "It seems like I have an illusion that I can drink?"
"Ma'am, are you looking for the boss? The boss is waiting for a call in the room." Seeing Evelyn coming over, Jesla, who was watching outside, quickly stood up and greeted her.
“Don’t call me Madam at this time!” Evelin corrected him and nodded, “I’ll go in and take a look to see what stage it’s at.”
Evelin pushed the door open and frowned slightly as soon as she came in. There was a strong smell of alcohol. Some phones were still ringing, so she went over to answer them. “Evelin, the boss is resting, just tell me the result.”
Taking the time to let Jace in, and letting the two bodyguards wait for the call, Evelyn bent down slightly, looking at the two people lying on the table, with a helpless look on her face, "Help them both out, be careful not to wake them up."
Then they walked out of the room that looked like a wine cellar, leading the bodyguards who were supporting the two people in front of them, and walked through a long corridor. Then they pointed to the bed in the bedroom and asked the bodyguards to put the two people on it, "Call the maid in, take off your clothes and rest."
"Madam?" Jessla said with a wry smile, "I am not qualified to make decisions for the boss."
"So I'll do it!" Evelyn nodded slightly, glanced at the unconscious Sheffield and said, "Don't I know him? William won't suffer any loss because of the different genders."
If you ask Evelin if she really wants to do this, she definitely doesn't. But reason tells her that it's only a matter of time. Maybe it's the right time this time, but the slave owner just misjudged his alcohol tolerance.
But it doesn't matter. Evelin can help the two of them complete the next steps. She asked the bodyguards to go out and take the maid to take off their clothes. Evelin closed the door and ordered, "Just call me if you have anything."
"Ouch! It hurts!" Alice Roosevelt moaned in her sleep. She had no strength in her body and it seemed as if her soul had left her body. After a long time, there was no movement in the room.
With a burning touch, Sheffield was looking into the eyes and saw Alice Roosevelt looking at him with angry eyes, as if he were a beast.
But it seemed that what she said was not wrong. Seeing Sheffield who was confused, Alice Roosevelt was even more furious, "You actually took advantage of my trust in you and treated me like this!"
Drinking ruined things! Sheffield shook his dizzy head. When he really wanted to say this, he had no recollection at all. He felt guilty for saying that he had taken advantage of someone and blamed it on alcohol.
"You don't even want to say a word!" Alice Roosevelt saw this scene and couldn't suppress her anger. She asked angrily, "Are you trying to blame the wine for this?"
"I don't know what happened!" Sheffield felt very wronged. He actually thought about it. Wasn't it that something went wrong in the plan because he overestimated his alcohol tolerance?
Alice Roosevelt was about to say something else when she heard movement at the door and was frightened back into the quilt. Before anyone came in, Evelyn's voice came in first, "Mr. William, Miss Alice, are you awake?"
"Wait a minute!" Sheffield jumped up and hastily put on his clothes, trying to cover up his mistake. Evelin just pushed the door open, a hint of understanding flashed in her eyes, and she said pretentiously, "The servants found you two drunk yesterday, so I asked them to send you here to rest."
Evelin's left eye blinked slightly while she spoke, which made Sheffield suddenly realize that someone had helped him complete the plan, and he stammered, "Well, yes, Alice is still resting. Thank you for your hospitality."
Evelyn's appearance almost took the initiative to clear Sheffield of suspicion, indicating that it was just the owner of the manor who was unaware of the inside story and misjudged the relationship between the two people who came together.
"Leave it to me!" Evelyn glanced at Alice Roosevelt hiding under the quilt, and whispered in Sheffield's ear, changing her tone and saying, "It seems that Mr. Jesla wants to talk to you about something."
Sheffield's eyes were full of disbelief. He straightened his back, then decisively backed down. He agreed and left the bedroom. Although Alice Roosevelt, who was hiding under the quilt, couldn't see, she was listening with her ears perked up. How could she not know now that this was a misunderstanding?
"Miss Alice? I have an idea of a nice place. Shall we go there together? Or should you take a shower first?" Evelyn seemed to be unaware of everything and asked Alice Roosevelt who pretended to be asleep, "Okay, you should rest first."
The door closed again. Alice Roosevelt, who was already sweating all over and with strands of hair sticking to her face, lifted the quilt and stared at the red spots on it.
“You did it?” Sheffield saw Evelin coming out and said in a very tangled tone, “It’s not like you.”
"Well, that's not like me. I've been led astray by you. Alas!" Evelin sighed, full of helplessness, "But I guess your intentions are not pure, and there must be a mistake, so I'm helping you to fix the loophole. It's only a matter of time anyway, so I might as well help you, and you still appreciate my kindness."
"What should we do now?" Sheffield had some alcohol sequelae, and his head was throbbing and aching, and he couldn't think of any countermeasures. Evelin turned around and said, "He should be awake. I'll go in and take a look."
(End of this chapter)
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