Chapter 1000 Expected Meeting

"Before I went to war, I was just a farmer's child, and I thought I would be a farmer in the future, dealing with various grains or cows every day..."

"However, the Germans obviously don't want me to do what I want, right?" Hearing what Graveland said, everyone present laughed.

"So, I was forced to go to the battlefield, and the generals stood on the stage, saying encouragingly; hurry up and be a hero, you will all become heroes."

"Like how easy it is to do, maybe some fools will believe it, but I know I'm not a hero."

"But..." Ge Fulan's tone became serious: "I have seen countless heroes on the battlefield. They fought bloody, unafraid of pain and death threats,

They fought their enemies and returned home with the belief that it was all about justice, a redemption..."

"It's a wonderful speech." Off the stage, Li Zitao whispered to Mary, and got a look of reproach from her.

It is said that Ge Fulan on the stage is very talented, he is like a natural orator, dazzling, eye-catching, and eloquent.

No one is more suitable to be a fundraising hero than him, and there is absolutely no one who can empathize more than him.

There is no rhetoric, no lofty vision, false statements such as expecting world peace, what he said is what is around him, what he believes in.

Therefore, his remarks are very convincing.

"Thank you, thank you Ge Fulan, although we cannot replace the soldiers who fought bloody battles on the battlefield, we are with them..."

To put it simply; guys, it's time to dig into your pockets.

"How much do you plan to donate?" David, Dick and Li Zitao whispered before the fundraiser arrived.

"I haven't decided yet." Li Zitao put the two checks in front of him.

One is $10,000, and one has one more 0, which is $100,000.

He really hasn't decided which one to donate, especially when he hears that the number from the registration waiter is not higher than 10,000.

"It's better for us to donate this one, which is in line with your style." Mary pointed to the 10,000 check and said with a smile.

"Aha, keep a low profile." Li Zitao nodded in agreement. Saving money is not a bad thing, and casually asked, "David, do you want to be generous?"

"Yes." David was writing a series of numbers on the check, and Li Zitao turned his head curiously to see him swiping the pen.

500000.00, Li Zitao read it again a little uncertainly.

Yes, it is indeed $500,000, and this is not just a matter of generosity.

Looking at the amount on Dick's check, it was also $500,000. Li Zitao told Mary about it.

"I think we should change the check." Mary was a little surprised, they don't behave like generous people in the past.

"No, I should re-open one." Li Zitao pressed her hand, took out the check book calmly, and wrote down a series of numbers with ease.

Half a million, the same number.

It will neither make people feel that they are showing off their wealth in a high-profile manner, nor will they be called stingy, or some news will be made to accuse him of being indifferent to the war.

Contribution, morality, is a very difficult and catastrophic issue to define.

If people have the impression of him as an outsider who only knows how to make money, doesn't care about this country, ignores and isolates himself, it is not good news.

"500,000 dollars, from the Li family." The waiter waved the check in his hand and shouted excitedly.

Li Zitao stood up to pay his respects, put his hands on his chest, and bowed slightly in a decent manner to express his gratitude.

"Ho... it's another $500,000, from Mr. David Rockefeller." The waiter's tone was already distorted.

"Ha, today must be a lucky day, $500,000 from Mr. Dick Mellon." The waiter no longer knew what he was talking about.

However, he still used all the beautiful words he could think of on the three of them.

"We all know that Rockefeller and Mellon are old American families,

Their history is as old as America's..."

ancient?

Li Zitao kept smiling, but in his heart he was already thinking 'mmp,' hundreds of years are called ancient, how do you let those ancient countries with historical origins get confused?

"And our Mr. Charlie, Lee...America's star of yesterday, sun of today, hope of tomorrow..."

The waiter's flattery can make any beauty dizzy, except for Li Zitao.

Speaking of flattering skills, Lao Mei's simple vocabulary is not enough.

Smiling and accepting the other party's kindness and the teasing from the guests around, Mary put her hand lightly on his thigh.

"Now, it's up to me to announce that today's donation amount is... 2,147,600 yuan." The host raised his arms impassionedly, as excited as an erupting volcano.

There was intense applause at the scene, and the dance officially began.

After the main meal, people always want some sweet treats, and the dance is the most important social event after the fundraiser.

"Do you want to go out to get some air?" Mary asked softly, holding her husband's hand.

"That's exactly what I thought." Li Zitao agreed, and he was looking for a place to have a quiet meeting.

"Do you feel okay?" Standing on the remote and uninhabited terrace, blowing the cold night wind, people can't help but feel shocked.

"Not bad." Li Zitao shrugged and said relaxedly.

"I know..." Mary pursed her lips and chuckled, "You still care about those people's eyes."

It is precisely because she knows how he feels that Mary puts her hand on his lap to comfort and encourage him during the fundraising period.

Those prejudiced sights seem to go deep into the bone marrow and will never disappear.

Just let them go, whatever they think, it has nothing to do with it, and it will not have any impact on their lives.

Mary didn't want to see him act impulsively or do something extraordinarily dangerous.

Glancing at her, Li Zitao said nonchalantly, "Well, there are a few, but it doesn't matter anymore, they are just insignificant people."

"It's good of you to think that, don't let them get in the way of your mood or your life, you can do that, can't you?" Mary said, shaking his hand.

Li Zitao held her hand tightly and said softly, "I promise."

"Listen, it's my favorite song, but no gentleman came to invite me to dance." Mary looked towards the lively atrium.

"So... Your Royal Highness, can your knight have the honor to invite you to dance with me?" Li Zitao bent his knees and invited her with a standard gentleman's move.

"Of course." The two bowed their knees back, and they walked towards the ballroom as intimately as one person.

The dance ended very late, it officially ended at about 11 o'clock, and the lights in New York were brightly lit tonight.

A piece of good news brought New York, which was about to fall into a deep sleep, back to life.

The US-Soviet armies successfully joined forces as expected.

This represents the Allied forces sounding the death horn of NC, and people are talking loudly in the streets, holding up beer to celebrate the victory that has not yet come, but can be expected.