Chapter 309: Coincidentally Encountering the Winter Emperor

"Let's get two books first!" Li Zitao took out the silver dollars he exchanged at the hotel.

Seeing that it was silver dollars, the waiter smiled happily. Silver dollars are more popular than banknotes these days. After all, they have a high rate of value preservation, so you don't have to worry about turning them into waste paper one day.

The drinks were paid first, and although Li Zitao was well dressed, he had a raw face.

This bottle of wine costs tens or hundreds of dollars, let alone an ordinary waiter, even the manager can't afford it.

The most profitable person in the ballroom is the dancer, a well-known dancer with a monthly income of about 100 yuan, 10 silver dollars, which is 10 times that of the middle class in the ballroom.

That is to say, a foreman like this, a waiter in the inner hall, has a monthly salary of 10 yuan, which is not high, but not low.

Compared with living in a thatched house in the suburbs and fishing for crabs every day, that is the money owner.

"Some more tea, fruit and so on." There was only one bottle of wine on the table, which looked too monotonous, so Li Zitao took out another 2 silver dollars and put them in his hand.

Give the dance ticket to the bodyguard, let the two of them have fun by themselves, he has no interest in these vulgar fans.

Consumption in the big ballroom is expensive, and it costs more than a dozen yuan to go out as soon as you enter the door.

On the way here just now, he saw a sign saying 6 rounds per yuan, 60 rounds per dollar, and his legs can be limped.

The atmosphere of the social tea dance was not bad, but Li Zitao was sitting with two bodyguards and three big men, looking very awkward.

He also wanted to find a dancer to sit with first, but he couldn't bear to look at all of them who came to recommend themselves, including middle-aged and young women.

Not to mention him, but the two bodyguards looked ahead, pretending to be blind.

Seeing some youthful-looking students writhing on the dance floor with their female classmates in their arms, Li Zitao was a little moved.

But thinking of him as a passer-by, it is better not to harm the college students, finally sighed helplessly, turned his head to one side and stopped looking.

Unexpectedly, looking to the left, Li Zitao couldn't move his eyes.

"Who is this?" Curiously hooking his hands at the waiter, Li Zitao raised his chin to the left and asked, "Who is the guest at this table?"

"Oh, you said that table, the big star Yin Xianzhu, you don't know him?" Seeing that he really didn't know him, the waiter took the initiative to introduce him.

Big star Eun Hyun Joo, the first star to play a movie heroine in a female role.

It was from her that the movies no longer consisted of a man disguised as a woman, but a woman who was actually the heroine.

Sitting on her left is Lin Shiyin, who is said to be a teacher, who also does some learning by the way, and is responsible for recording and protecting ancient buildings and the like.

The one on the right is amazing, the famous actor Kun Ling Xusheng is very famous in Beiping, and even had a short relationship with the king of the actor world.

But later, because of Zhang Han's bloody case, he died without any illness, "So far, the two have not met each other, eh, what a pity!"

The waiter talked and talked, and even got into it, with a miserable look on his face, waving his sleeves and hands, as if he was about to come for a while.

"Okay, got it." Li Zitao got up and walked towards the table after giving a reward of one banknote.

"Excuse me, is this Miss Meng Wanping?" Li Zitao interjected and stood by the seat, looking directly at the woman on the right.

"I'm Meng Wanping, who are you?" Meng Wanping stood up.

"To be presumptuous, I met Mr. Mei once, and we had a very happy conversation. I just wanted to say hello when I heard the waiter say that Miss Wanping is here."

Li Zitao bowed his head and apologized to the other two ladies.

"Mr. Mei?" Meng Wanping's face was a little ugly, and he didn't expect to be found by hiding here.

"I forgot to introduce, Li Zitao, now living overseas, this is the first time I come back, I want to meet the prosperity of the Great Pearl, I didn't expect to meet a few of them by chance."

After Li Zitao finished his introduction, Meng Wanping's expression improved when he heard that he had been overseas all year round and it was his first return.

After the tragedy happened, Mei Lanfang said that she was ashamed of her friend and chose to go against her. Since then, Meng Wanping has decided not to see her again.

So this time when the Du family's ancestral hall was built, Du Yuesheng invited celebrities from all over the world to join him. She clearly went to Mingzhu, but she hid here because he was there.

"If you don't mind, why don't you sit over there." Li Zitao turned his gaze to the right seat, that is, the big star Yin Xianzhu.

He wasn't interested in Mei Lanfang's beauty as the future Emperor of Winter, but it was the star's attire that made him a little appreciative.

Split cheongsam, high-heeled shoes, open-minded, heart-to-heart neckline bottomless.

"Okay!" Yin Xianzhu and Meng Wanping didn't speak, but Lin Shiyin stood up first.

Seeing their friends like this, the two of them came together. The bodyguard wisely changed the table and sat next to him on the right.

"Mr. Li lives in the United States?" Lin Shiyin was very enthusiastic, which surprised Li Zitao.

"Yes, there are some small industries in China, so come back this time to take a look." Li Zitao gave a random reason.

Although Hualian is currently in the three eastern provinces, and it is not known when it will be able to lay the Pearl, but he can't say that he came back to pick up girls!

"Miss Yin, I wonder if you can sing?" Li Zitao always brought the topic to Yin Xianzhu, and anyone could understand the meaning of it.

"Xianzhu has a good voice. Mr. Smith, her husband, likes to hear her sing Peach Blossom River the most." Meng Wanping took over the conversation.

get married?

Smith, it sounds like a foreigner, so fashionable!

Now that she is married, she still has a hint of arrogance, but her manners are polite but she is far away from others.

Li Zitao was not a stalker either, so he chatted with Lin Shiyin.

But as he chatted, he felt that something was wrong again.

This girl always turns the topic to history, ancient cultural relics, architecture, and value, and even tries to inquire about his family background.

"Do you want me to donate?" Li Zitao figured it out.

But this made him a little depressed. For a long time, it turned out that he was self-indulgent, and people were looking at the money in his pocket, and it had nothing to do with him.

Lin Shiyin was also aggrieved in her heart. She asked several times, both openly and secretly, but Li Zitao always changed the topic, and she has not expressed anything until now.

In desperation, Lin Shiyin could only look at her friend, Meng Wanping, for help.

In order to protect ancient cultural relics, she has traveled all over the country in the past few years, and her body has become much weaker.

But the problems involved and the funds needed are prepared by her alone, which is like a boat in a cup.

When she came to Mingzhu this time, she also wanted to use the names of her two friends to see if she could organize a charity fundraiser so as to raise some funds for the protection and repair of cultural relics.

Just happened to meet a seemingly rich owner, if she could persuade him and get a donation, then her headache would be solved easily.

"How did Mr. Li and... and that gentleman know each other?" With so much love and so much hatred, Meng Wanping doesn't even want to say his name now.

"I met Mr. Mei when he visited the United States—" To Meng Wanping, Li Zitao showed modesty and courtesy. This is the future master of Kunling Xusheng.

"So that's the case." Meng Wanping nodded, and continued: "I heard from the drama senior that this time he met a compatriot named Charlie.

The business in the United States is very big, do you know Mr. Li? "