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Text Chapter 1354 [The Sorrow of Married Women]

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    Those who have money contribute money, and those who have no money contribute efforts It seems like this saying goes.  But why did he have to be their coachman for a day after paying for it?  He deliberately refused, but Song Ziwen also knew that the younger sister would definitely sue Song's mother, saying that he was not cooperative. As for the eldest sister, forget it, she was asking for trouble. ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? off out to wash up and eat a sandwich and a cup of coffee, and then sat in the younger sister's car with the day's newspaper.  He also had some criticisms about these two cars.  Song Ziwen has never been the kind of high-profile person, especially he doesn't like to drive fancy cars, but his little sister's vision well, very feminine, which is a pleasant side.  But when he was a driver, he was not so happy.  Miss Song San's car is a Lanchester lady's car, specially developed for the driving pleasure of noble ladies. The price is ridiculously expensive, but the workmanship is really good. The British have achieved the ultimate in luxury and technology, and the price is also impressive.  Daunting, and only by reservation.  It is normal for boys to like cars, and Song Ziwen also has his own unique hobby.  The only thing that displeased Mr. Song was that the color was too out of the ordinary, red and white.  This is a rare color in a rigorous era.  His hands were resting on the steering wheel weakly, but his glasses were tilted to one side.  Song Ziwen tilted his head, holding an invitation to the next day's banquet in his hand. The main banquet hall of the Bank Guild?  As a banker, although the Guangzhou Bank is still in a rough state right now, we don¡¯t even know where the capital is.  But as the general manager of a bank, Song Ziwen considered himself a member of the banking community in the Republic of China, but why didn't he receive an invitation to join the Banking Association?  Zi Gao, you have even forgotten your brothers?  "Brother, you have to play the role of coachman!" Miss Song San was filled with excitement about shopping. Well, this made him feel a little sad, and he thought of Miss Sheng Qi.  Almost like his younger sister, whenever he goes shopping on the street, he always shows a kind of uncontrollable excitement, as if he is a different person.  But the elder sister was very calm and calm.  Miss Song waved her hand and said with great momentum: "Go to the main road." Main road?  Department store?  ??Isn¡¯t this a price drop for local tycoons?  Even Song Ziwen can¡¯t stand it. He is an experienced person. Department stores have always been the favorite place for ordinary citizens, but rich ladies from the upper class rarely go to such places.  The most unbearable thing is that there is always a large group of people crowded in front of the counter of the department store, holding out their hands and bills as if rushing, shouting to the salesperson at the counter about their favorite products.  It was also mixed with various human smells, mainly the sour smell of sweat which was hard to accept.  Of course, department stores are not like this. Only on the first and second floors are the counters selling cheap goods crowded.  But in the areas with fashion companies, electrical appliances, and other high-end products above the fourth floor, there are usually not many people. There are bright windows, spacious lounges and waiting rooms, and dressing rooms various services.  It also gives guests the feeling of being at home, a bit like the VIP area of ??Macy's in New York. ??????????????????????????? Just with the little girl¡¯s picky eyes, department store?  She might feel that she couldn't afford to lose this person Maybe it was at home. Although Miss Song San was full of reluctance, she still didn't say anything.  Song Ziwen started the car and drove out of the house.  The Song family's garden house is on Seymour Road, just around the corner from the main road. However, it is not a commercial area lined with shops, but rather a residential area.  It only takes about 20 minutes to get to Big World by car. When you park your car at the racecourse, you will be surrounded by some of the largest department stores in Shanghai.  Xianshi, Yongan, Xinxin, and Dahsin, the four largest department stores in Shanghai, are all built around it.  This is a place that is often visited by the middle class in Shanghai, and it is also a consumption place that ordinary people occasionally visit.  In particular, the flow of people gathered in the Big World has brought an endless commercial atmosphere to the Main Street business district.  It is no exaggeration to say that even the business district of Manhattan, New York, does not have more people flow than the main road.  It¡¯s just that although these department stores can satisfy the consumption of Shanghai¡¯s middle class, they cannot satisfy the material enjoyment of the upper class.  Miss Song San often went to cocktail parties, banquets and dances in the upper class. Of course she knew that those wealthy ladies of the upper class who were extravagant and lustful never went back to department stores to shop.  Miss Song San looked at the scenery outside the car window, feeling that she was about to arrive near Xinxin Company. She stared at the street scenery as if in a daze, and said to herself: "I heard that there was a British aristocratic lady attending the diplomatic ball, wearing clothes bought from department stores.  Are the clothes here good? Sister, why don¡¯t we rent them? After all, we can rent them once or twice and no one will recognize them.¡±?What to rent?  If I say buy it, I will buy it.  "Miss Song's face darkened, and she felt that she had not considered it. For ordinary people, department stores are very attractive, but for the upper class, department stores are a place for poor people to have fun. What can they say?  I won't go. I think what my sister said seems to make sense. I touched the lady's bag that I bought when I got married, and I immediately felt confident. She even took out her personal money, including some US dollars. There were some in the bag.  Qian didn't panic. He just frowned slightly and agreed to his sister's request: "It's easy, you choose the place.  "Brother, please go to Mrs. Massey on Xiafei Road" Song Ziwen didn't hear clearly at first, and he didn't know the destination until Miss Song San said it for the second time. Because the name Miss Song San said was in French.  But when he heard the location of the store clearly, the hand holding the steering wheel shook for no reason. In fact, this store did not have a signboard or a formal store. It was a garden house on Xiafei Road.  It's very big, with parking spaces, gardens, and botanical gardens. It looks like a place for people to live, but it's actually a shop selling things. And it's not called 'Mrs. Massey' but 'Earl of Massey'.  Madame' is a luxury store that specializes in supplying aristocrats, and it requires an appointment. In fact, you can't buy goods by appointment, because this store specializes in Parisian women's clothing, half of which are after the spring and autumn fashion weeks.  , bound fashion brochures, and the works of famous designers will be displayed, and the role of this store is to act as a liaison between customers and famous designers, and then allow designers to modify the works to achieve the best wear for customers.  The effect This is no longer a commodity that can be measured by money. It is about status and exclusivity. Top-notch customized styles can be presented here one by one. You can even ask designers to come to Shanghai, and of course the prices will be even more outrageous.  Why do you know? Because he came with Miss Sheng Qi and bought a few small items. At that time, he was so poor that he felt a kind of panic about tearing someone down. Sometimes he would also think that a woman like Miss Sheng Qi,  Can he afford it? Even in a dream, dreaming about such a real problem would not be a pleasant dream, but a proper nightmare. And Song Ziwen saw the book that Miss Song San was reading with her eldest sister in the rearview mirror.  Magazinewell, it must be a weekly magazine from this spring's Paris Fashion Week. Originally, Song Ziwen thought that his little sister would enjoy life, but he never expected that she would be so luxurious. Moreover, this time it was Sister Zai.  This gave him a chill down his back and a chill in his chest. ¡°Sister, this is a good one, isn¡¯t it?  " "Weren't big lotus leaves popular in the past?  Why did it change to a hanging pendant" "This is the most popular, it will become fashionable only if word spreads.  " " Bought!  " "And jewelry and perfume?  " "If you like it, buy it.  You young people!  As I get better and better at playing, I feel like I am already out of touch with this era.  "Miss Song sighed with emotion. She has become immune to fashion, jewelry, leather shoes, and bags. It seems that the things she once liked can no longer arouse her interest. There are more husbands, children, and more in her life.  After all the trivial matters, she was tortured by time and became an old lady. Thinking of this, even Miss Song, who has always been tough, felt scared. Time is like a butcher's knife, and no one can resist the passing of youth "Okay.  Well, if he knew this was the case, Song Ziwen would have run away. For this reason, he could only pretend to be innocent and know nothing. This is the tradition of the Countess of Massey.  When the order books for coffee and desserts were served, Miss Song felt that the service in shops in Shanghai was becoming more and more user-friendly. Seeing Song Ziwen ordering several items, she couldn't help but feel that her younger brother was getting more sophisticated.  However, choosing clothes and jewelry for the little sister is the key point. He reminded: "Brother, don't be busy eating. Pick out the things you need for the little sister first, and then order them after the account is settled.  " "Madam, the meals and drinks here are free. If you need it, the kitchen has snail and seafood soup today, which is also free!  " The waiter looked at Miss Song with a strange look. She felt a little strange. She was obviously not a regular customer. " Sister, what do you think of this?  " "Yes, you look good in a black evening dress!  " "Ms. Song is naturally beautiful and looks good in anything she wears.  " These words were so heartwarming that Miss Song San immediately wanted to give the middle-aged woman next to her a hug. Although the other party was French, she obviously had to bow her head in front of money. " Madam Miss Mrs. Song  The lady is slightly sad??, and didn¡¯t say much.  She is Miss Song San's sister, not her aunt!  "Madam, the deposit for Miss Song's evening wear has been paid in full. The other two pieces of perfume, as for jewelry, there are three kinds of trinkets, three pairs of leather shoes, a handbag, and some other trinkets" Miss Song waved her hand,  He said impatiently: "Where can I pay the bill?" "Please follow me!" After Miss Song left, Song Ziwen secretly asked Miss Song San: "What you did is going to make Miss Song miserable." Song San  Of course the young lady knew that the money given by Song Ziwen was not enough for the things she bought, but who made the eldest sister stupid enough to show her a bankbook of private money? Miss Song San chose the products based on the numbers on the bankbook.  A woman's desire for revenge should never be inferred based on common sense. Especially this time, the eldest sister's behavior made her, a younger sister, very angry. However, at home, she didn't even have a chance to vent her anger. It only cost her money: "Who asked her to discuss this?  She sold me out without any discussion? She is too domineering. If I don't speak out for myself, I won't be able to get over this hurdle!" Ms. Song San said with a cold face, word by word.  Beng: "I want her to understand the sorrow of a married housewife!" Song Ziwen sighed, with a look of helplessness on his face: "What's going on?" In less than a minute, Miss Song screamed from the second floor  : "You are robbing money!" (To be continued.)
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