In the middle of the road is a large roundabout, allowing vehicles coming from all four directions to park in the parking lot in front of the gate.

The location is indeed excellent, but the price is giving Donglai a headache.

Before entering, Donglai explained to Lin Yifeng.

I've spoken to this person once on the phone.

"It's not easy to discuss."

"He's rather arrogant, I doubt we'll be able to handle him anytime soon."

Lin Yifeng nodded in agreement.

The Workers' Cultural Palace in Shangdu was mainly responsible for the maintenance of the surrounding May 1st Park in its early years. It also cooperated with the municipal government and was responsible for training the local cultural troupe to perform in various parts of Zhongzhou Province.

Although it's not a government-owned enterprise, it has quite a prestigious reputation.

In earlier years, when some leaders came to Shangdu, they would watch the gala here.

However, as times changed and the city began to build stadiums and other larger cultural centers under government jurisdiction, business here gradually declined.

What was originally a huge venue has now been rented out and transformed into badminton courts, martial arts practice areas, dance studios, and even a number of extracurricular classes.

However, these days, not many families in Shangdu value this aspect, which makes the Cultural Palace very unusable.

Despite the large size of the venue, only about a quarter of it is actually usable. The majority of the revenue comes from hosting various badminton, volleyball, and table tennis competitions.

Although it's called a cultural palace, there's actually not much art left.

"Let's try to make contact first."

Lin Yifeng led Donglai inside.

After asking the gatekeeper, the two went straight to the curator's office on the second floor.

Thump thump thump—

"Come in."

When entering the curator's room, Lin Yifeng deliberately stood back, letting Donglai stand in front.

Seeing this, Donglai understood that Lin Yifeng wanted to keep a low profile, so he walked in front.

As soon as Lin Yifeng entered, he saw an old man who looked to be around fifty years old wearing reading glasses and holding a copy of Romance of the Three Kingdoms.

The office occupies a large area, with various awards won by performing groups hanging on the surrounding walls, and several ink paintings in the distance. It can be said that the whole room is filled with the atmosphere of a cultured person.

The old man's face was stern, and he merely glanced coldly at Donglai and Lin Yifeng.

"You must be from Pang Dong."

Donglai also hurriedly nodded and bowed, constantly introducing the place from the side.

Yes, yes.

"Hello, Director Ma."

"I am Donglai, the manager of Pang Donglai."

Upon hearing this, the old man raised an eyebrow and looked Donglai up and down.

"Fat Donglai, Donglai."

"interesting."

"This name sounds a lot like yours."

Donglai rubbed his round belly, jokingly teasing the old man.

"Haha, he lives up to his name."

The old man put down his book, picked up a cup of hot tea, and gestured for the two of them to sit down.

Before long, the old man sat down opposite him on the sofa, crossed his legs, and continued to look Donglai up and down.

"I should have said that."

"Our cultural palace is of very high value, unlike any other enterprise."

“We’ve been down a bit in the last few years, and many companies have asked about our prices.”

"You know, this place isn't as simple as it seems."

Donglai nodded repeatedly.

Lin Yifeng looked at the old man and couldn't help but feel worried.

There's one thing that makes older generations of intellectuals quite troublesome.

He especially likes to lecture you on grand principles, recounting past events and showcasing various things they've done in the past.

This old man was no exception.

Upon seeing Donglai, he did not refuse, and instead launched into a long, boastful spiel.

Thirty years ago, national leaders visited this place and praised it highly, saying it was the place in the country that paid the most attention to ethnic culture.

Or it could be about what achievements the Cultural Palace has made in certain projects over the past twenty years.

The old man recounted all the glorious years of the Cultural Palace, but he never mentioned the transfer of the land where the Cultural Palace was located.

This made Lin Yifeng somewhat irritated.

For half an hour, the other person talked on and on, even refilling their teacup with water halfway through, and continued to explain endlessly.

The old man only showed a helpless expression when the other party mentioned that the Shangdu Cultural Palace had started to be renovated three years ago.

"Times have changed."

"Now we are old, and the cultural center is outdated."

"This place of ours has no further use."

"I'm not going to haggle anymore, the same price."

When Donglai saw that the old man was finally going to talk about serious business, he exchanged a glance with Lin Yifeng.

Lin Yifeng was also somewhat looking forward to seeing how the old man would ask for such an outrageous amount.

Three million!

"Fixed price!"

"The entire land of the Cultural Palace will be transferred to you!"

Upon hearing this, Donglai's expression immediately changed.

"Old man, didn't we agree on two hundred and sixty?"

"Why did the price go up?!"

The old man calmly picked up his teacup, blew on the tea leaves, and took two sips.

“My prices were too conservative before.”

"We have parking available here."

"Transportation is also quite convenient."

"Three million isn't much, is it?"

That's definitely not wrong.

From Lin Yifeng's perspective, this place is indeed worth three million, mainly because of the parking lot. If he outsources it to others, Lin Yifeng can earn a lot of money every year.

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