"Sorry, our senior has long established a rule: he sees no one."
"Give him this painting. If he agrees to see us, I'll transfer ten thousand to your red packet."
Although the person before her was just a minor gatekeeper, Shu Wan had seen plenty of cases in her past life where a gatekeeper would get lazy and pocket the items for themselves.
Only by giving them a little incentive would the gatekeepers faithfully pass the messages inside.
Sure enough, upon hearing Shu Wan's words, the gatekeeper's eyes lit up, but then they quickly dimmed, "Even if you give me one million, it's no use, our senior has never met with anyone."
Having said that, and perhaps thinking that Shu Wan was good-looking and generous, the gatekeeper couldn't help but add a bit more, "Last month, a very high-ranking official came, and our senior did not even let him through the door."
"Then please help to deliver this. If it works out, you'll get an extra red packet. If not, it's just a bit of walking."
