The space upstairs was a bit smaller, but it abounded with fine products, and the craftsmanship was truly unparalleled, including even micro-carvings.
Tan Rou was very fond of that micro-carved jade "Diamond Sutra," but she hadn't come today to shop for herself; she would return another day to purchase it.
Though Drunken Jade Pavilion didn't expressly forbid people without money from accessing the third floor, the salesgirls there had a venomous eye for wealth—an ability to discern at a glance who had money and who didn't. This girl in front of them, who clearly seemed to be a student, and that man who looked to be her brother sitting in a wheelchair, definitely had no money.
"Hello, may I help you with anything?" Zhou Xin, who had just been promoted, asked.
The seasoned staff snickered behind her back, thinking that these two obviously didn't have money, so why bother going up to them? Only a newbie like Zhou Xin would bother attending to them.
