"What's the use of guaranteeing anything? Xiao Xiao has a real talent for Old Gu; love will only distract her."
Professor Chen still didn't want Qiao Si hanging around here.
"I will donate ten million to the Archaeological Research Institute every year from now on, and I can provide a large building for you all in Nan City to facilitate your archaeological work."
Qiao Si saw emotions weren't working, so he resorted to money.
From their stay at the shabby hotel, he could tell how poor or stingy the Archaeological Research Institute was. On the one hand, he wanted them to recognize him, and on the other, he hoped his fiancée would have better living and work conditions.
"Really?"
Li Jinping immediately lit up, looking at Qiao Si like he was a big spendthrift.
"The donation can be made right now, and the building can be ready by tomorrow."
