Zhou Xinya hurriedly offered her help, saying, "Auntie, wait a minute, let's tidy up the toys."

While blocking the door, he silently mouthed to Beibei.

"Silly baby, hurry up!"

Because of her young age, Beibei was climbing out without noticing the piece of transparent tape stuck to the hem of her skirt.

The crumpled paper, still attached to the tape, was hidden under her skirt and taken out with her.

While waiting for the children, Mrs. Tong tentatively asked Sun Lifang, "Beibei likes to play with Yaya. If we live far away in the future, it won't be convenient for her to play with him anymore. Where are you planning to buy your new house?"

Sun Lifang smiled and said, "I've looked at a few sets, but haven't decided yet."

"Oh? How many apartments do you want to buy?" Even after mentally preparing herself, Mrs. Tong was still surprised. "Isn't it enough to have enough to live in?"

Where did the money come from to buy so many?

Sun Lifang smiled and nodded, "We plan to take out a loan to buy three apartments, that's fine."

Each of his two daughters owns one apartment, and he keeps the other one for his retirement.

"So what are your plans for this house? Has your employer signed the contract yet?" Mrs. Tong asked curiously.

In the 1980s, most of the houses provided by companies were employee housing, and the required years of service stipulated in the signed contracts varied depending on the company.

Sun Lifang shook her head, "I haven't decided yet."

Mrs. Tong simply assumed that she was being discreet and unwilling to speak up, her eyes revealing understanding.

Only someone as wealthy as Sun Lifang could do something like this; buying a house is like buying a toy to her.

But why would Sun Lifang invest in buying a house?

Mrs. Tong pondered, could she have some inside information?

There are hardly any houses to buy now, and a large amount of inventory is piling up. She has relatives in the real estate business, and they worry about how to clear out the inventory.

Locals already own houses and don't need to buy, while most outsiders are thinking about returning to their roots and will eventually go back to the countryside. Before real estate agents can say much, they are shooed away like flies.

"If you have money, you can obviously invest in stocks, no, no," Mrs. Tong thought to herself, calmly analyzing the situation.

Who is Sun Lifang?

She's the kind of person who wouldn't even give an invitation from a wealthy woman like Milan a second thought.

The money-grubbing Secretary Mao personally cooked noodles for her, and she also knew powerful figures like Brother Long. With many connections, she had a lot of information.

The fact that wealthy people with spare cash don't invest in stocks, but instead resist the temptation to spend so much money on real estate, doesn't that prove...?

Mrs. Tong grew increasingly shocked as she thought about it, and a hint of awe appeared in her eyes.

The road to wealth is always crowded, and any new thing is initially underestimated before gradually moving towards the light. Suddenly, Mrs. Tong thought of Marxist philosophy.

Mrs. Tong sighed, subtly changing the subject, "Milan asked me to ask you, is the match script finished? When will it be finalized?"

Mr. Li invested money in his wife's brand, and Milan took a liking to Sun Lifang's design and wanted to bring her into the technology sector.

With a ready-made office building, there's no need to worry about channels and clients; offline mall displays and advertising are all handled in one go.

What's missing is design.

Sun Lifang laughed: "I revised it so many times, and I haven't painted it in a long time, so I'm not satisfied with any of them."

To everyone's surprise, Mrs. Tong had a knowing look on her face and pulled her aside to whisper, "Tell me where you're planning to buy, and I'll buy some too."

He paused, then lowered his voice and added, "I'm planning to sell my stocks and buy a house with you."