Appreciation of treasures

Chapter 771
Chen Ziqi pouted her chin, gave Feng Chengru a disdainful look, and softly defended Zhao Gang.

"I don't want to compare with him. It's meaningless. I don't want to understand Western culture for the time being. After all, China alone has enough inheritance. When I have achieved some success in research, I will consider other civilizations."

Zhao Gang said with a smile.

The two were talking and laughing, Feng Chengru clenched his fists angrily.

"Cheng Ru, don't argue with him anymore, this person is really not simple."

Li Rouzhen comforted again.

But she didn't understand Feng Chengru's aggressiveness, which was close to perversion, and Zhao Gang had been completely blacklisted in his heart.

Ruan Jing saw everything in his eyes. Next to him was Jin Wenli. The chief seat on the long table was reserved for Li Dingjun, and then on the left and right were Jin Wenli, and the opposite was reserved for Han Yu.

And after that came Ruan Jing and Zhong Beishan, followed by a group of juniors.

"Unexpectedly, a character like Senior Jin would speak for a junior. It seems that you like Zhao Gang very much."

There was temptation in Ruan Jing's words.

Jin Wenli just replied casually: "Everyone likes smart young people. Although he has a bit of arrogance, this is the commonality of young people. The most important thing is that he is talented."

"When people are old, they just cherish their talents."

Ruan Jing nodded repeatedly with a smile, but his heart was aroused.

Others don't know about Jin Wenli and the Jiang family's affairs, but he and Zhong Beishan do. There are only a handful of people in the capital who are more capable than them, and they have long been familiar with the information.

Jiang Fanghan was incompetent, and he abandoned Jin Wenli and left in full view.

It has long been rumored that Jin Wenli raised Jiang Fanghan as his heir, but now it is probably impossible.

So, will he find other outstanding backs to teach that stunt?
Everyone at the dinner table was smiling, but there was always a slight smell of gunpowder. Finally, Han Yu pushed a middle-aged man in.

Although the man was sitting in a wheelchair, he couldn't restrain his sharpness at all.

The face is sharp and angular, the hair is neatly combed back, and he is wearing a neat black suit.

He has sharp brows and eagle-like eyes, but he is just a twilight eagle. From the first moment Zhao Gang came in, he saw a layer of death on his face.

Taking a closer look, his hair is half gray, there are fine wrinkles around his eyes, and two nasolabial folds on both sides of his mouth.

The most important thing was his two trouser legs. Although he could see that he was wearing a pair of leather shoes, the trouser legs were actually light and fluttering slightly as he moved.

It seems that there are only two slender bones inside.

From the beginning to the end, no one in the Li family said what was wrong with Li Dingjun, and even Han Yu only said that Li Dingjun was seriously ill in bed.

Zhao Gang doesn't understand medicine, but he can feel that this appearance is probably either a chronic disease or a severe poison.

Zhao Gang was not the only one who could see the lifeless anger, Jin Wenli, Ruan Jing, Zhong Beishan, and even the Miao family's children all saw it with surprise.

The outside world has been rumored that Li Dingjun is sick and resting. Looking at it like this, he is not only sick, he is about to die!
Everyone also instantly understood why he was so anxious to divide all his property.

"Cough cough..."

Just as Li Dingjun was about to speak, he coughed violently, and the tears flowed out. The three Li family members became nervous and stood up one after another.

While coughing, Li Dingjun waved his hands to indicate that he was fine.

"I heard that in addition to the two academicians, senior Jin is also here. I, Li Dingjun, feel very honored, but I am sorry that I cannot get up to greet you."

As he spoke, Li Dingjun waved his hands at the crowd.

Han Yu also said helplessly behind him.

"At first I told him not to come out, but now Brother Dingjun struggles to get up, I hope everyone will understand."

The two are called brothers, which shows the depth of their friendship.

Everyone expressed their understanding, and then with the help of the servant, Han Yu helped Li Dingjun to sit on the seat, and he seemed a little weak when he sat on the chair.

But he refused Han Yu's support and straightened his back with difficulty.

Even if you are old, you still have the arrogance that you don't want to bend down at will.

"Brother, Dad..." Li Jingzhai opened her mouth with difficulty, but her throat was choked up, and she couldn't say what to say next.

He usually lives in school and can only go home once a week. The last time he saw Li Dingjun was six days ago.

Li Qiubai's face turned pale and he was speechless.

Although he had met Li Dingjun once before, Li Dingjun didn't look so bad when he was on the bed at that time, and he even scolded Li Qiubai not to be too flamboyant.

How did it become like this after just a few 10 minutes.

While Li Qiubai was trembling in his heart, he met Li Jingzhai and Li Rouzhen's eyes, they were sitting opposite each other, and at this moment, the three of them had expressions of disbelief and panic in their eyes.

Even if they don't know how to look, they can still see that something is wrong with Li Dingjun.

"Hey, Han Yu, don't say that. It's not like I can't get up anymore. How can I still live in bed when a distinguished guest comes to visit?"

"Even if it is death, I will die with a straight back!"

With the last sentence, Li Dingjun increased his volume. Although it wasn't loud, he was full of momentum. It could be seen that his face was flushed and the veins on his neck burst.

Han Yu smiled wryly, his family knew about his family affairs.

Li Dingjun's health has been extremely bad, his calf has shrunk, and the function of internal organs has been declining, especially the liver's ability to detoxify is very poor, and there are even problems in the stomach, heart and other places.

Say it bluntly.

If it wasn't for Li Dingjun's bedroom, there are three outstanding doctors in internal medicine and surgery at any time, who are dedicated to treating him and recuperating his body, it is estimated that he has reached the point of no return.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was a little heavy.

Jin Wenli pondered for a while, and spoke first.

"Mr. Li, I see that your body...is it poisoned by some strange poison?"

Li Dingjun was taken aback by Jin Wenli's determination to say it was poison as soon as he opened his mouth, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

"Is there any basis for Mr. Jin to say this? To be honest, I don't know the reason for my illness. But in the past few years, my physical fitness has declined crazily."

"It's as if Huo suddenly suffered from a terminal illness, and there are problems all over his body."

Hearing that Li Dingjun said that he didn't know either, Jin Wenli narrowed his eyes slightly and shook his head slightly.

"Old man, I'm just guessing."

After he finished speaking, he stopped talking, retracted his eyes, and picked up the big red robe on the table.

Li Dingjun sighed with disappointment, yes, he had hired so many famous doctors but he didn't see the problem. Although Jin Wenli was legendary, he was good at Fengshui, not a doctor.

Only Han Yu had a weird look on his face, but then he adjusted himself and asked.

"I just heard from the servant that everyone decided to eat Chinese food, right?"

"Well, Zhong Beishan and I don't like to eat that stuff, trouble."

Li Dingjun smiled, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepened.

"I don't like food either, just right! Then, Han Yu, go tell the chef to make Chinese food instead."

(End of this chapter)