Chapter 1000: Expectation

"Before going to the battlefield, I was just a farmer's child. I think I will be a farmer in the future, dealing with various grains or cows every day..."
"But the German obviously didn't want me to do what I wanted, right?" Hearing Gefulan said this, everyone present laughed.
"So, I was forced to go to the battlefield, and the generals stood on the stage, saying with encouragement; go and be a hero, you will all become heroes."
"Like how easy it is to do, maybe a fool will believe, but I know clearly that I am not a hero."
"But..." Ge Fulan's tone became heavy: "I have seen countless heroes on the battlefield, they fought bloodlessly, not afraid of pain and death threats,
They have faith, enemies of war and go home, they firmly believe that all this is for justice, it is a redemption..."
"It's a wonderful speech." Li Zitao whispered to Mary on the stage and got her blaming eyes.
It is said that Ge Fulan on the stage is very talented. He is like a natural speaker, dazzling, eye-catching and able to speak.
No one is better than him as a fundraising hero, and no one can say that he is more empathetic than him.
There is no exaggeration, no lofty vision, and false statements such as world peace are expected. What he said is about things around him, things he believes in.
Therefore, his remarks are very convincing.
"Thank you, Gefulan. Although we cannot replace the soldiers in the battle on the battlefield, we are with them..."
In short; guys, it's time to pay for it.
"How much do you plan to donate?" Before the fundraiser arrived, David, Dick and Li Zitao whispered.
"I haven't decided yet." Li Zitao put two cheques in front of him.
One is 10,000 US dollars, and one is more than 0, which is 100,000 US dollars.
He really hadn't figured out which one to donate, especially when he heard that the number in the registration waiter's mouth was not higher than 10,000.
"It is better for us to donate this one, in line with your style." Mary said with a chuckle, pointing at the 10,000 check.
"Aha, low-key." Li Zitao nodded in agreement, saving money is not a bad thing, and asked casually: "David, do you want to give generously?"
"Yes." David was writing a string of numbers on the cheque, watching his strokes, and Li Zitao looked away curiously.
500000.00, Li Zitao is a little uncertain to read it again.
That's right, it is indeed a half a million dollars. This is not just a generous thing.
Looking at the amount on Dick's cheque, which is also a half a million dollars, Li Zitao told Mary about it.
"I think we should change the cheque." Mary was a little surprised. Their past style was not like a generous person.
"No, I should reopen one." Li Zitao held her hand, calmly took out the checkbook, and easily wrote a series of numbers.
500,000, the same number.
It will not make people feel high-profile and show off their wealth, nor will they be stigmatized, or make some news to accuse him of being indifferent to war.
Contribution, morality, is a problem that is very difficult to define and can cause disaster.
If people's impression of him is that they only know how to make money, don't care about this country, and ignore and isolate their outsiders, it is not good news.
"A half-million dollars from the Li family." The waiter danced with the cheque in his hand and shouted with excitement.
Li Zitao stood up to pay tribute, pressed his hand against his chest, and thanked him slightly.
"Ho... is another half a million dollars from Mr. Rockefeller." The waiter's tone was somewhat distorted.
"Ha, today must be a lucky day, with a half a million dollars, from Mr. Dick Mellon." The wait staff no longer knew what he was talking about.
However, he still uses all the beautiful words that he can think of in all three people.
"We all know that Rockefeller and Mellon are old American families, and their history is as old as the United States..."
ancient?
Li Zitao keeps smiling, but his heart has been in ‘mmp,’ called ancient for hundreds of years. How do you let those ancient countries with historical origins mix?
"And our Mr. Charlie, Lee... the American star of yesterday, the sun of today, the hope of the future..."
The waitress's fart can make any old beauty dizzy, with the exception of Li Zitao.
Speaking of flattery, Lao Mei's simple vocabulary is not enough.
Smiling and accepting the goodwill of the other party and the ridicule of the surrounding guests, Mary's hand gently rested on his thigh.
"Now, let me announce that today's fundraising amount is...214.76 million yuan." The host raised his arms generously, excited like an erupting volcano.
There was fierce applause at the scene, and the ball officially began.
After the dinner, people always have to order desserts, and the ball is the most important social activity after fundraising.
"Are you going out to breathe?" Mary asked softly, holding her husband's hand.
"That's what I thought." Li Zitao agreed, and he was looking for a quiet place.
"Are you feeling okay?" Standing on the remote and unoccupied terrace ~EbookFREE.me~ blowing the cold wind of the night makes people feel shocked.
"Not bad." Li Zitao said with a shrug.
"I know..." Mary pursed her lips softly. "You still care, those people's eyes."
It was precisely because he knew his mood that Mary put her hands on his lap during the fundraising period to provide comfort and encouragement.
Those prejudiced sights, as if deep in the bone marrow, will never disappear.
Just let them go, whatever they think, what relationship, it will not have any impact on their lives.
Mary didn't want to see him impulsive, or make some dangerous moves.
After glancing at her, Li Zitao refused to say yes: "Okay, that's a little bit, but it doesn't matter anymore, they are just irrelevant people."
"You can think so well, don't let them become obstacles, affect your mood or life, you can do it, right?" Mary said holding his hand.
Li Zitao clenched her hand and said softly, "I promise."
"Listen, it's my favorite song, but no gentleman came to invite me to dance." Mary looked at the lively atrium.
"Then...His beautiful princess, can your knight be fortunate to invite you to dance together?" Li Zitao leaned over her knees and invited her with a standard gentleman's move.
"Of course." The knee bowed back, and the two walked toward the ballroom intimately.
The ball ended very late, only officially ended at about 11 o'clock, and New York was lit brightly tonight.
The good news has brought New York, who is about to fall asleep, back to life.
The US-Soviet army successfully joined the division as expected.
This means that the Allied forces sounded the NC's horn of death, people talking on the streets, holding up beer to celebrate the victory that has not yet arrived, but has been expected.