The crowds were surging, the voices and sounds were noisy, and the footsteps floated under the huge light wheel, reflecting the worried faces. The thick and dense crowd squeezed out the harshness of the lowest level in Shanghai. At the same time, Sheng Zijin and the people she represents cannot feel the hot weather, soaring prices, or the hardship of walking. They are well-dressed, calm and indifferent, living in another space where money is piled up in an air-conditioned structure, as high as the clouds and difficult to reach. Smiles advance and retreat, silence meanders, creating a confusing and dazzling glow.
The glory of the prosperous age will always surround them and shine brightly.