Chapter 310: Lin Shiyin's persistence

"I don't know." Li Zitao shook his head decisively, knowing that there was a beauty around him who was hitting his wallet.
I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know any Charlie, little people!
"I don't know what business Mr. Li is doing in America?" Meng Wanping asked again.
"Small business, selling some food, used, groceries and the like." Li Zitao squeezed it in hand and said it was very real.
With the company of women, the time passed quickly, and after a while Kung Fu arrived at 5 o'clock, and the dance hall began to be lively.
Cars stopped and walked outside the door. The well-dressed men came into the dance hall, and the dance hall that had some cold scenes was immediately agitated.
Following the lights on the stage, the band played a cheerful rhythm. The dancer in a bathing suit, high heels, and arms folded in a row kicked out the long legs.
"Poetry sound, we should go." It implied that one afternoon, Li Zitao was pretending to be silly, and Meng Wanping couldn't hold on.
The grand ballroom after the official opening was not a good place for them, and Meng Wanping planned to leave.
Lin Shiyin was still a little unwilling. Looking at Li Zitao's squinting profile, he was rather annoyed and said: "Now people have no patriotism at all."
"Miss Lin." Li Zitao turned his head a bit gloomy: "What do you want to get, what do you have to pay first, you have to protect and repair the ancient artifacts,
It is necessary for others to pay for your ideals. What is the reason? Besides, you and I have known each other for only a few hours,
Why am I, and why do you believe that you will not use my money to buy clothes, gouache, accessories, and squander at will? "
Lin Shiyin stood up angrily, pointing at him loudly: "I, you don't insult people."
"Then please don't use your morality to kidnap my life. The money is made by me, not your charity." Li Zitao gave a polite back.
Funny, you need someone to pay for the next touch on your lips.
"Mr. Li, sorry, Shiyin does not mean that."
Meng Wanping was also a little angry, but she knew this kind of thing could not be forced.
People's willingness to help is sentimentality, and unwillingness to help is their duty.
Meng Wanping can only comfort her friends, let her calm down, look away, he and Xianzhu will find a way for her.
Lin Shiyin's trembling hands were shaking, but think of what Li Zitao said, but she felt a bit regretful.
She was not of this nature, but in the past few years, she encountered too many difficulties and cold nails in protecting ancient cultural relics.
The ups and downs of life, coupled with the shortage of food, clothing, housing and transportation, caused her to relapse into lung disease, and almost killed her in the first half of the year.
She used to be quiet, free, elegant and graceful, but now she has become confused, melancholy, desolate, and depressed.
"Sorry, I apologize for acting like you."
Lin Shiyin took a deep breath, bowed sincerely, and turned to leave.
"Miss Lin, I think it's time to talk about what you said earlier."
Instead, Li Zitao stopped her.
Re-seat, Meng Wanping did not leave, intending to stay with friends.
As for Yin Xianzhu, she had no intention of leaving, and when her husband Smith came, she would come here to meet her.
The grand ballroom after 5 o'clock is not only a playground for men to play in, but also a place where socialites and ladies communicate.
"Do you have a record in your hand? For example, the marking, registration, classification of ancient cultural relics, what kind of work have you done, and what are the difficulties?"
Hearing Li Zitao's question, Lin Shiyin was not surprised but rejoiced. He took the bag on one shoulder and even opened it, and said, "Yes, it's all here. I've organized it into booklets."
"And here is the paper and survey report I published with my husband, which can also be found in the newspaper."
A handful of handwritten materials appeared on the sofa. Li Zitao raised his head in amazement and gave her a deep look before turning.
What kind of energy is hidden in this woman's young body? Nearly 60 ancient cultural buildings spread over 7 provinces.
Most of them are still in the deep mountain and old forest with difficult roads. With the report in his hand, Li Zitao respected her.
"Cough, cough--" Lin Shiyin covered her mouth with some uncomfortable hands, don't overdo it, the other hand was pressed against the right chest, the body shivered slightly.
"Miss Lin-is she this?" Li Zitao wanted to reach out and help, and thought that the other party was a married woman, and asked Meng Wanping.
"The old girl is ill, the conditions on the road are poor, the food is not good, and the accommodation was poor during the inspection, which caused her to have repeated lung attacks."
Meng Wanping wanted a cup of warm water, and skillfully opened Lin Shiyin's cloth bag, and took out a medicine bottle to feed her.
"Why not cure?" Li Zitao asked to put down the booklet.
"Money let her use it there, what to do with it." Yin Xianzhu glanced at the book on the sofa fiercely.
"If you want me to say, you come to Mingzhu to recuperate! Staying with me, your man doesn't feel distressed, I feel distressed when I look at it!" Yin Xianzhu gave his friend an angry look.
"Cough, me, I'm okay, I'm used to it." Lin Shiyin smiled and took a breath~EbookFREE.me~ took off the scarf hanging on the cheongsam and wiped her mouth.
It was only then that Li Zitao noticed that although she was wearing a high-quality cheongsam, the material was already worn out and she did not know how much water she had washed.
"In this way, this matter can't be finished in one or two sentences. For you, find a hospital and see the doctor first. I will let my staff look at these documents and talk about them later."
Li Zitao patted the materials around him, and before waiting for Lin Shiyin to speak, he took a smile and a stack of beautiful knives from his pocket. "I will pay for the hospitalization as a prepayment."
"No, I can't want it. I did it for the history of the country, not for whom I worked." Lin Shiyin refused very simply.
"Well, you take the information back, find someone, and see who wants to help you."
Li Zitao backhanded the money back into his wallet and smiled at the stage.
The long rows of long legs above are particularly dazzling, that is, the girl who didn't look down.
"Poetry sound, I think Mr. Li's idea is good. Besides, if you want to protect the cultural relics, you must have a good body too?" Yin Xianzhu also persuaded.
"Yeah, no one can give money to a sick seedling. No, in case, if in case you are-where will someone find someone."
Yin Xianzhu has already said this and you're welcome. She looked at her friend's haggard day by day, and she couldn't bear it.
"Then, I go to see a doctor, but I have money." Lin Shiyin stubbornly said.
"Well, I will go to the hospital to see you tomorrow, and discuss the specific details by the way." Li Zitao didn't mind, indicating that she could leave after leaving.
"You!" Meng Wanping glared at her, but her eyebrows were pink, her eyes were flowing, and there was no deterrence.
When the two left, Yin Xianzhu was also planning to change the table to the next door. She would have seen several good ladies, who were looking at them curiously.