"I don't know." Knowing that there was a beauty beside him who was typing his wallet, Li Zitao shook his head decisively.

If you don’t know, you will never know anything. Charlie has never heard of it, a little person!

"I wonder what business Mr. Li is doing in the United States?" Meng Wanping asked again.

"A small business, selling some food, use, groceries, etc." Li Zitao said it with great sincerity.

With a girl accompanying you, time passes quickly. After a while, it is 5 o'clock and the dance hall begins to become lively.

Outside the door, cars stopped and walked around, and well-dressed men made an appointment to enter the dance hall. The dance hall, which had been a little unlucky before, immediately became restless.

As the lights lit up on the stage, the band played a cheerful rhythm, wearing swimsuits, high heels, and dancing girls in rows of arms kicked their long legs and walked out.

"Shiyin, it's time for us to leave." It implied that for an afternoon, Li Zitao was pretending to be stupid, and Meng Wanping could not hold on any longer.

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

Lin Shiyin was still a little unwilling to give up. Looking at Li Zitao's lustful side face, she said annoyedly: "People nowadays don't have any patriotism."

"Miss Lin." Li Zitao turned his head, his face a little gloomy: "What do you want, you have to pay first. You need to protect and repair the antiques,

I have to pay for your ideals. What is the reason? Besides, I will only know you and I only have a few hours.

Why do I believe that you won’t use my money to buy clothes, gouache, accessories, and squander at will?”

Lin Shiyin stood up in anger and pointed at him and said loudly: "I, don't insult others."

"Then please don't use your morality to kidnap my life. The money is earned by me, not your charity." Li Zitao turned back without hesitation.

Funny, you have to pay someone else when you touch your lips. Is it a strong wind?

"Mr. Li, sorry, Shiyin doesn't mean that."

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

It is a love relationship for others to help, but it is a duty for others to help, and no one can force them.

Meng Wanping could only comfort her friends, let her calm down and watch out for her, and she and Xianzhu would find a way for her.

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

She was not of this kind of personality, but in recent years, she has encountered too many difficulties and cold nails in protecting ancient relics.

Her displaced life and 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 used to be quiet, free and easy, elegant and graceful, but now she has become confused, melancholy, desolate, and depressed.

"I'm sorry, I apologize for my behavior like you."

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

"Miss Lin, I think I can talk about what you said before now."

Li Zitao called her instead.

After taking the seat again, Meng Wanping did not leave and planned to accompany his friends.

As for Yin Xianzhu, she had no plans to leave. Her husband Smith would come here to meet her later.

The big dance hall after 5 o'clock is not only a playground for men to play, but also a place for socialites and noble ladies to communicate.

"Do you have records in your hands? For example, marking, registering, classification of ancient relics, what work have been done, where are the difficulties, etc."

When Lin Shiyin heard Li Zitao's question, she was not surprised but happy. She took the cloth bag on her shoulder and opened it and said, "Yes, it's all here, I specially compiled it into a booklet."

"And here, I have a paper and investigation report published by me and I have previously published with my husband, and can be found in the newspaper."

Stacks of handwritten materials appeared on the sofa. Li Zitao raised his head in shock, looked at her deeply, and then she looked.

What kind of energy is hidden in this woman's young body? Nearly 60 ancient cultural buildings are spread across 7 provinces.

Most of them are still in the mountains and forests where the road is difficult. Just by using this report in her hand, Li Zitao respects her.

"Cough, cough cough" Lin Shiyin covered her mouth with her hands in a little uncomfortable state, turned her head away, and pressed her other hand on her right chest, her body trembling slightly.

"Miss Lin, is this?" Li Zitao wanted to reach out to help him, but then he thought that the other party had taken it back by a married woman, and looked at Meng Wanping and asked.

"I have an old problem, poor conditions on the road, poor food, and poor accommodation during the inspection process, which caused her lung disease to recur."

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

"Why not treat it?" Li Zitao asked after putting down the booklet.

"She has used the money on it, what can he do?" Yin Xianzhu glanced at the books on the sofa fiercely.

"If you want me, come to Mingzhu to recuperate! If you live with me, your man will feel sorry for you, and I will feel sorry for you when I see you!" Yin Xianzhu gave her friend annoyed and looked at her again.

"Well, I, I'm fine, I'm used to it." After a breath, Lin Shiyin smiled, took off the scarf hanging beside the cheongsam and wiped her mouth.

Only then did Li Zitao notice that although she was wearing a high-quality cheongsam, the materials were already old and she didn't know how much water she had washed.

"In this way, this matter cannot be finished in just one or two sentences. What about you, find a hospital to stay in for treatment first, and I will let my subordinates read these documents and discuss them after they are finished."

Li Zitao took pictures of the information around him, and without waiting for Lin Shiyin to speak, he took out a smile and folded the milk from his pocket, "I will pay the money for hospitalization as a reward for advance payment."

"No, I can't ask for it. I do this for the history of the country, not for anyone to work." Lin Shiyin refused very simply.

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

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

The long legs on the top are particularly dazzling, just the girl who doesn't like her.

"Shiyin, I think Mr. Li has a good idea. Besides, if you want to protect cultural relics, you have to have a good body, right?" Yin Xianzhu also persuaded.

"Yes, no one can give money to a sick person, right? If so, where do you find someone if you go?"

Yin Xianzhu was already saying this, and she couldn't bear to see her friend getting more and more haggard.

"Then, I'll go see a 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 that she could leave her things.

"You!" Meng Wanping glared at her, but her eyebrows were covered with pink and big eyes were flowing with water, without any intimidation.
Chapter completed!