Chapter 310: Lin Shiyin's Persistence

"I don't know." Li Zitao shook his head resolutely knowing that there was a beauty beside him trying to steal his wallet.

I don’t know, I definitely don’t know, what Charlie, I’ve never heard of it, little man!

"I wonder what kind of business Mr. Li does in America?" Meng Wanping asked again.

"Small business, sell some food, supplies, groceries and so on." Li Zitao said it with incomparable sincerity.

Accompanied by a girl, the time passed quickly, and it was 5 o'clock in a while, and the dance hall began to be lively.

Cars stop and go outside the door, and well-dressed men meet to enter the ballroom, and the ballroom, which was a bit cold before, immediately becomes restless.

Immediately after the lights were turned on on the stage, the band played a cheerful rhythm, and the dancers in swimsuits, high heels, and arms crossed in a row came out kicking their long legs.

"Shiyin, we should go." It hinted that Li Zitao had been pretending to be stupid all afternoon, and Meng Wanping couldn't hold on any longer.

The big ballroom after the official opening was not a good place for them, and Meng Wanping planned to leave.

Lin Shiyin was still a little bit unwilling to give up, looking at Li Zitao's squinting side face, she was quite annoyed and said, "People nowadays don't have any patriotism at all."

"Miss Lin." Li Zitao turned his head, his face a bit gloomy: "What you want to get, you have to pay first, you have to protect and repair the ancient relics,

What's the point of asking others to pay for your ideals? Besides, you and I have only known each other for a few hours,

Why, and why should I believe that you won't take my money to buy clothes, gouache, accessories, and squander it at will? "

Lin Shiyin stood up angrily, pointed at him and said loudly, "I, don't insult people."

"Then please don't use your morality to kidnap my life. The money is earned by me, not by you." Li Zitao pushed back unceremoniously.

Funny, you have to pay someone else to touch your lips up and down, is it a strong wind?

"Mr. Li, I'm sorry, Shiyin didn't mean that."

Meng Wanping was also a little angry, but she knew that such a thing could not be forced.

People are willing to help out of affection, and unwilling to help out of duty, and no one can force them.

Meng Wanping can only comfort her friend, tell her to calm down and take a look at it, he and Xianzhu will find a way for her.

Lin Shiyin's hands were trembling with anger, but thinking about what Li Zitao said, she felt somewhat regretful in her heart.

She didn't have this kind of temperament, but in the past few years, she has encountered too many difficulties and cold nails in the matter of protecting ancient cultural relics.

The homeless life, coupled with the shortage of food, clothing, housing and transportation, caused her lung disease to recur, which almost killed her in the first half of the year.

She who used to be quiet, free and easy, elegant, and graceful, has now become confused, melancholy, desolate, and gloomy.

"Sorry, I apologize for behaving like you."

Lin Shiyin took a deep breath, bowed sincerely, turned around and was about to leave.

"Miss Lin, I think we can talk about what you said earlier."

Li Zitao stopped her instead.

After taking his seat again, Meng Wanping did not leave, intending to accompany his friend.

As for Yin Xianzhu, she didn't intend to leave. Her husband Smith would come here to join her later.

The big ballroom after 5 o'clock is not only a playground for men to play games, but also a place for socialites and ladies to socialize.

"Do you have records in your hand? For example, labeling, registration, classification of ancient cultural relics, what work has been done, where are the difficulties, etc.?"

Hearing Li Zitao's question, Lin Shiyin was not surprised but delighted, took the cloth bag on one shoulder and opened it, and said, "Yes, it's all here, I specially organized it into a booklet."

"And here are the papers and investigation reports that I previously published with my husband, which can also be found in newspapers."

Stacks of handwritten documents appeared on the sofa. Li Zitao raised his head in astonishment, took a deep look at her, and then flipped through them.

What kind of energy is hidden in this woman's young body? Nearly 60 ancient cultural buildings,

Spread across 7 provinces.

Most of them were still in the deep mountains and old forests with difficult roads. Li Zitao respected her just by the report in his hand.

"Cough, cough cough——" Lin Shiyin covered her mouth with her hand in some discomfort, turned her head away, and pressed her other hand on her right chest, her body trembling slightly.

"Miss Lin—this is she?" Li Zitao wanted to reach out to help, but then thought that the other party was a married woman and took it back. He looked at Meng Wanping and asked.

"It's an old problem. The road conditions are poor, the food is not good, and the accommodation during the inspection is simple, which made her lung disease recur."

Meng Wanping asked for a glass of warm water, and skillfully opened Lin Shiyin's cloth bag, took out a medicine bottle from it and fed it to her.

"Why didn't you get cured?" Li Zitao asked as he put down the brochure.

"I've let her spend all the money on it, so what can I do with it?" Yin Xianzhu glanced fiercely at the books on the sofa.

"If you want me to say, you come to Mingzhu to recuperate! You live with me, your man doesn't feel bad, but I feel bad when I see it!" Yin Xianzhu gave her friend another look angrily.

"Cough, I, I'm fine, I'm used to it." Relieved, Lin Shiyin smiled, took off the silk scarf hanging from the side of the cheongsam and wiped her mouth.

It was only now that Li Zitao noticed that although she was wearing a high-quality cheongsam, the material was already worn out, and she hadn't known how much water it had been washed in.

"In this way, this matter cannot be finished in one or two sentences. What about you, find a hospital to stay and see a doctor first. I will also let my subordinates look at these documents, and we can talk about it after we are done."

Li Zitao patted the documents around him, and before Lin Shiyin could speak, he took out a small stack of dollars from his pocket, "I will pay for the hospitalization, as an advance payment."

"No, I can't. I do this for the sake of the country's history, not to work for anyone." Lin Shiyin flatly refused.

"Okay then, take the information back and find someone else to see who is willing to help you."

Li Zitao stuffed the money back into his wallet with his backhand, and turned his head to look at the stage with a smile.

The rows of long legs on the top are extremely dazzling, but it's just the girls who don't like it.

"Shiyin, I think Mr. Li's idea is good. Besides, if you want to protect cultural relics, you have to be in good health, right?" Yin Xianzhu also persuaded.

"Yeah, no one can give money to a sick person, right? In case, then in case you are—where can I find someone?"

Yin Xianzhu's words were already very blunt, she couldn't bear to see her friend getting haggard day by day.

"Then, I'll go to the doctor, but I have money." Lin Shiyin said stubbornly.

"Well, I'll go to the hospital to see you tomorrow, and discuss the specific details." Li Zitao didn't mind, and signaled her to keep her things and leave.

"You!" Meng Wanping glared at her, but her eyebrows were pink and her big eyes were watery, without any threat.

When the two left, Yin Xianzhu also planned to change the table to the next door. She had already seen several ladies who had been friends with her, and she was looking at them curiously and pointing.