The department stores of this era are far inferior to those Song Qinghe saw in her previous life.
However, given the generational background, it's not entirely unacceptable.
In comparison, Shanghai's department stores are among the best in the country.
In the shopping malls Song Qinghe had seen in her previous life, even a simple toilet could cost tens of millions to build.
The thing that was repaired is indeed luxurious.
Song Qinghe once lamented, "Damn capitalists, if only I were that rich!"
So she lay on the world's biggest and softest sofa, ate and slept, woke up and ate again, and lived like that for a year.
Unexpectedly, things didn't go as planned. We had money, but nowhere to spend it.
Song Qinghe still needs to find a way to protect this property, otherwise if anything unexpected happens, she will really be devastated.
The department store in front of me has eight floors and is decorated in the old Soviet eclectic style.
Right above the doorway she had just entered, there was a large clock that chimed precisely on the hour.
The walls are decorated with light-colored stone, and there is a five-pointed star at the top, which looks solemn and grand and has a strong sense of the times.
Not only that, even the shop window design inside is themed in red, with some propaganda posters and portraits of great figures hanging inside, along with the merchandise.
Labor Day has just ended, and the slogans on them haven't been taken down yet. They say things like "Go all out and strive for excellence."
Song Qinghe searched through the original owner's memories and discovered that she had been shopping here before.
That makes sense. The original owner was one of the wealthiest people in Shanghai. If he didn't come here, where else would he come from? He should be a regular here.
Luckily, I had the foresight to change my appearance; otherwise, it would have been troublesome if I had been recognized.
Thinking of the way Grandpa Zhou looked at her when she went out before, Song Qinghe wanted to laugh.
When Zhou Jianshan saw her, he was stunned for a long time, as if there was something wrong with her, and he knew there was something wrong with her.
But it was just an indescribable feeling. After holding it in for a long time, I could only wave my hand and let it out.
Song Qinghe planned to buy Zhou Jianshan some things when she went back, to see what he needed.
The old man had been very kind to me, so I had to return the favor.
According to the original owner's memories, the first, second, third, and fourth floors of the department store were shopping areas, specializing in selling goods, while the fifth, sixth, seventh, and eighth floors were office areas, which the original owner never went up.
The department store has wooden floors on every floor, chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, and promotional posters on the pillars; the environment is quite nice.
Behind that are rows of shelves, and in front of them are counters. Each shelf has a salesperson in front of it, who will get you anything you like.
The first floor is dedicated to food and daily necessities, divided into a grain coupon area and a non-staple food area, as well as some Shanghai specialties.
Each different area has a small wooden sign that lists the types of food available for sale that day.
Song Qinghe glanced at it and saw that it contained rice, flour, and miscellaneous grains, among which the miscellaneous grains did not require coupons to purchase.
Behind the counter were large wooden crates, where all the grain was stored.
Whether or not she needs a ticket doesn't seem to matter much to her.
The tickets in Song Qinghe's space were enough for her needs. Besides, they would be abolished in a few years, and when free trade came into effect, these things would become worthless.
Buy some, buy some.
Song Qinghe took out a stack of receipts, walked to the counter and said, "Please give me 1,000 catties of rice, 800 catties of flour and 500 catties of mixed grains."
Salesperson: "Sir, are you sure you want this much?"
Song Qinghe: "Okay, please get it ready for me and take it to the alley next door. A driver will come to pick it up later. Thank you. How much is it in total?"
The rice, which Song Qinghe chose, is from Northeast China. It costs 20 cents per pound, and 1,000 pounds would cost 200 yuan.
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