Chapter 311 (1/2)
”I don't know.” Knowing that there was a beauty around him who was trying to make his wallet, Li Zitao shook his head decisively.
I don't know, I don't know. Charlie, I haven't heard of it, little man!
”I wonder what business Mr. Li does in America?” Meng Wanping asked again.
”Small business, selling food, food, groceries and so on.” Li Zitao pinched it with his hands and said it was extremely true.
With the company of women, the time also passed quickly. After a while, it was 5 o'clock, and the dance hall began to be lively.
Outside the door, cars stop and walk, dressed up men meet to enter the dance hall, there were some previously cold ballroom immediately restless.
Following the lights on the stage, the band played a cheerful rhythm, and dancers in swimsuits, high heels and arms bent in a row came out kicking long legs.
”Shiyin, it's time for us to go.” It suggested that Li Zitao was playing dumb all afternoon, and Meng Wanping couldn't hold on.
The Grand Ballroom after the official opening is not a good place for them. Meng Wanping plans to leave.
Lin Shiyin was still a little reluctant. Looking at Li Zitao's squinting face, he was quite annoyed and said, ”people today have no patriotism at all.”
”Miss Lin.” Li Zitao turned his head, and his face was a bit gloomy: ”what do you want to get, what do you have to pay first? If you want to protect and repair the antiques,
you have to pay for your ideal? Besides, you and I have known each other for only a few hours.
why and how can I believe that you won't spend my money on clothes, gouache, accessories and so on
Lin Shiyin stood up angrily, pointed to him and said in a loud voice: ”I, you don't insult people.”
”Please don't kidnap my life with your morality. I earn money, not you give it to me.” Li Zitao was not polite to go back.
Funny, you have to pay for it when you touch your lips. It's windy?
”I'm sorry, Mr. Li. The rhyme doesn't mean that.”
Meng Wanping is also a little angry, but she knows that such things can not be forced.
People are willing to help is sentimental, not willing to help is a duty, no one can force.
Meng Wanping can only comfort her good friend, let her calm down and look open. He and Xianzhu will find a way for her.
Lin Shiyin's hands are shaking, but think of what Li Zitao said, she has a little regret in her heart.
She didn't have this temperament, but in recent years, she has encountered too many difficulties and cold nails in the protection of ancient relics.
The vagrant life, coupled with the shortage of food, clothing and transportation, made her suffer from lung disease repeatedly, which almost killed her in the first half of the year.
She used to be quiet, free and easy, elegant and graceful. Now she has become confused, melancholy, desolate and gloomy.
”I'm sorry, I'm sorry I behaved 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.
Once again, Meng Wanping doesn't leave. He plans to accompany his friends.
As for Yin Xianzhu, she did not intend to leave. When her husband, Smith, would come here to join her.