Old houses on bustling commercial streets are not cheap, let alone detached garden villas. They face the Huangpu River, and in this prime location, entry is only possible by invitation from the organizers.
Zhongshanju is Haicheng's top cultural exchange and auction venue, especially among the three giants of jewelry, antiques, and clothing. Moreover, it is held no more than five times a year, and all the guests invited are top-tier wealthy individuals.
Speaking of Zhongshanju, every local in Haicheng knows it. It single-handedly drove up the prices of nearby land and housing, and the market was so hot that it was impossible to find a shop without connections.
The people who come here are all wealthy, so prices are higher here.
Some even criticized the shopping district near Zhongshanju in newspapers, saying that the prices were not in line with market prices and that American prices were being sold on Chinese soil.
But when this news came out, not only was there no problem, it was also like advertising for the area. Countless businesses were scrambling to get into the Zhongshan business district. In this day and age, who doesn't want to make money off the rich?
"She probably went to the wrong place; Zhongshanju is not a place she should be."
Liu Xiuwen concluded that Sun Lifang, an ordinary housewife, had absolutely no connection with the arts and culture circle.
Let alone getting in, even lingering at the entrance will get you chased away.
Liu Xiuwen sneered; she wanted to see Sun Lifang kicked out right there in front of her.
From a distance, Sun Lifang knocked on the door of the security room, and a person in uniform came out. They were talking about something.
Liu Xiuwen shook her head. Trying to chat with the guards and get in for a visit through personal connections? Forget about it. Was that a place where just anyone could come and visit?
She had done this foolish thing before... Unfortunately, her company was insignificant in their eyes; they didn't need a curatorial team, they directly connected her with top-tier clients and connections.
Seeing Sun Lifang talking to someone now, she couldn't help but sigh: "She's not young anymore, how can she still be so naive? She doesn't even know the most basic common sense, she should at least look at the brands outside."
Zhongshanju is located on a scenic tourist avenue, so it's inevitable that some tourists will be curious and want to go inside to explore. Therefore, a huge sign was erected at the main entrance.
This is a private residence; visits are not permitted.
"That's right, that's why I said she's a country bumpkin with no experience, how can she compare to you?"
In the senior university where Chen Yan attends, there are classmates who own shops in the Zhongshanju commercial district. The classmates brought them gift boxes of pastries from Zhongshanju, and she skewered a small piece with a toothpick.
It has to be said, you get what you pay for; it's undeniably delicious.
The pastries are so delicate they melt directly on the tongue, with just the right amount of sweetness, making them especially suitable for elderly people who love sweets.
Speaking of this, Chen Yan sighed. Other people have money and influence, allowing them to open a shop in Zhongshanju and eat whatever they want, while she—
She still had to ask her son for money.
Actually, I could afford it if I gritted my teeth, but—
You need a certificate to buy a pastry; they only use it for domestic sales as gifts and don't have any sales channels to the outside world.
It is said that this pastry is made using a traditional recipe passed down from the imperial palace, and it tastes best when eaten within 6 hours of coming out of the oven.
Chen Yan could only dream about it; she would never be able to eat freshly made Zhongshanju pastries in her lifetime.
But just as Sun Lifang explained her purpose, the guard at the door was stunned. He looked at the unfamiliar woman, somewhat embarrassed, "Wait a minute... Let me make a call and ask why you arrived so late?"
The people inside had already gathered together, and out of courtesy, he needed to make a phone call to let them know first, so as not to cause any disruption.
"Um, I'm sorry, something came up and I was held up. I'm coming to deliver the design draft now."
"Okay, then please come in and rest for a while."
The guard pulled open the gate latch, making a loud noise that drew the attention of people in the distance.
This also included the shocked Liu Xiuwen.
What's going on? Is it okay for anyone to come in now?
Sun Lifang nodded to the guards. Because the area was large, and because they saw that she was pregnant, they actually sent a car to the gate to greet her.
"Okay, thank you for your hard work." Sun Lifang got into the car, the driver started the engine, and the door behind her closed with a remote control.
Milan is truly meticulous, even considering such details. No wonder she is Mr. Li's wife. The couple's way of dealing with people is equally adept, making people feel extremely comfortable.
The car drove away, the guards returned to the lounge, the door closed again, and everything returned to normal, as if the scene they had just witnessed was just an illusion.
But it was a real event, and when Liu Xiuwen and Chen Yan saw the surprise in each other's eyes, their emotions exploded—
"What is that? No invitation, no uniform, just walked in so easily? Are you crazy?"
"Could it be that they know each other? Does Sun Lifang know this guard and let her in for a look around?"
"You're overthinking it. They're all professionally trained, and there's surveillance footage... Did you notice that car? It's a sedan specifically used to pick up foreign guests?"
In other words, Sun Lifang was indeed invited in.
Liu Xiuwen and Chen Yan's whispers had already been overheard by the people nearby, and after learning the whole story, the shop was in an uproar.
"Miss... are you sure that the woman who just went in was really just a housewife?"
"An ordinary housewife? My goodness... someone who gets picked up in a car, can she be an ordinary person?"
"Could it be that she has some kind of business outside that you don't know about?... That should be protected by privacy, so please don't talk about it anymore, or you'll be more careful..."
The speaker made a gesture, and the murmurs among the crowd gradually subsided.
The people gathered in the shop instinctively dispersed, and the shop assistants came over to shoo them away, saying, "Go away, go away, don't talk about these things in our shop, it'll be bad if word gets out."
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