Fake socialites sell me fake luxury, but I can make the fake look real.

The Hermès Birkin bag in black and gold calfskin is a true best-selling item that's always sold out in boutiques. The bag itself costs around 120,000 RMB, but if you actually go to the boutique and queue up to buy it, with the cost of other items, you can't get it for less than 300,000 RMB.

Just buying a high-quality replica bag would cost around ten thousand yuan.

"Is this bag real?"

Seeing the Hermès Birkin, Li Mengyao's eyes lit up, and she pointed to the display case and asked.

"Three times the compensation for fakes, and we support verification at authorized stores."

Lu Yang sighed and made up a story: "This was brought by a pure and innocent school beauty, who said she was the top fan..."

"No, it was a gift from one of my suitors. It's in excellent condition and I've never used it."

After hearing this, Li Mengyao's eyes flashed with barely concealed jealousy, and she said sourly, "Kids these days are really good at this. I also want to meet a big brother who can throw around two or three hundred thousand yuan at a time."

Upon hearing this, Lü Yang looked her up and down before teasing, "Come on, your legs would earn you tens of thousands a day at a car show. You're already a big influencer with three or four hundred thousand followers, why would you be short of money for a bag?"

Seeing Lü Yang teasing her, Li Mengyao's aloof aura instantly vanished. She shook her head and said, "You're not in this industry, so you have no idea how tough it is for me. It looks glamorous, but after deducting the union's cut, the platform's taxes, my rent, and my car loan, I even have to carefully budget when buying cosmetics. The worst part is..."

"A while ago, I even got obsessed with stock trading. I felt like Xiang Yu, surrounded by beasts who all wanted my money!"

"Besides, orders don't come every day. It's hard to get a single order for half a month. There are tons of internet celebrities like me."

Those who earn 100,000 a month rent a house for 20,000 to 30,000 a month, while those who earn 200,000 to 300,000 a month rent a house for 40,000 to 50,000 a month, and neither can save any money.

Upon hearing this, Lü Yang couldn't help but show a hint of respect. What a lush and vibrant leek!

"Alright, stop playing the victim. I'm also stuck with inventory. I'm only making a meager living by holding onto this stuff."

"For the sake of our old acquaintance, I'll be more reasonable and give you the bag for 170,000."

"170,000?"

Li Mengyao bit her red lips. She was also a little strapped for cash, mainly because she hadn't expected Lu Yang to have such good stuff, so she hadn't kept much money.

After thinking for a moment, her gaze swept over the red bottle of famous liquor on the table, then looked at Lü Yang's rosy face, and her eyes instantly narrowed.

"Boss Lü, I can't come up with 170,000 right now."

She walked up to Lü Yang in her high heels, a delicate fragrance wafting over her: "Would you like to come to my house? I have some old bags I need to sell. Could you calculate how much you'd get?"

Upon hearing this, Lü Yang instantly understood the enchantress's implication, but glancing at the door, he deliberately feigned nonchalance, saying, "It's broad daylight, I still have business to do, what if customers come..."

"I'll just wait here; I don't have any announcements this afternoon anyway."

Seeing that Lü Yang was wavering, Li Mengyao chuckled and pulled over a chair to sit next to him, her long legs crossed without any restraint.

"Since I'm free anyway, I'll be the boss for half a day. It's free, so why don't you thank me?"

"It is truly an honor for Her Majesty to give her a leg massage."

"Pooh!"

Li Mengyao lightly punched him and said with dissatisfaction, "Where are you pinching? This isn't a leg."

It wasn't until the afternoon that a casual customer finally came in to sell his bag. It was worth about 20,000 to 30,000 yuan on the secondhand market, which was better than nothing. But the customer was also a new customer, which meant that Lü Yang's reputation had spread. By evening, when almost no one was coming, Lü Yang finally pulled down the roller shutter.

Lu Yang's clients are women, or more accurately, fake socialites.

If you arrive early, buying the bag is just the prelude; there's a free-fighting match tonight.

The others didn't know, but Lü Yang was also preparing to participate in free fighting. Half an hour later, the two arrived at Li Mengyao's upscale bachelor apartment.

The duplex, about 100 square meters, was exquisitely decorated, and the whole house was filled with an alluring fragrance.

Li Mengyao went into the dressing room, took out three bags, and threw them on the sofa.

"Look at these bags, how much are they worth? They're too worn out and don't suit me."

Lu Yang started working: "The Chanel CF medium size in black and gold calfskin is in good condition. The Chanel 2.55 medium size is also okay. And this LV Capucines BB, these three bags, I estimate the secondhand market price to be around 160,000."

"Still 10,000 short!"

These three bags don't hold their value very well, but after refurbishing them, Lu Yang can probably make around ten thousand yuan when he sells them.

Upon hearing this, Li Mengyao took off her coat, revealing herself to be wearing only a silk camisole nightgown. She snuggled up to him like a lazy cat, opened her red lips, and gently bit Lu Yang's arm. Then, she pulled Lu Yang's hand and placed it directly on her slender waist.

"Boss Lü..."

Li Mengyao bit her thin lips lightly, her voice so soft it could melt water, and her eyes sparkling as she said, "It's only ten thousand short, let's just waive it. They don't have much money, but I guarantee you won't lose that ten thousand."

Upon hearing this, Lü Yang felt the elasticity in his palm, and the power of the thirty skewers of grilled kidneys he had eaten at noon flashed through his mind. A wicked smile appeared on his lips.

"Alright!"

Lu Yang swept him up in his arms and said righteously, "But I need to check the card first to know if it's worth it."

"..."

The next morning, Lu Yang slept until noon and saw that Li Mengyao was still taking a nap, so he immediately slapped her.

"what?"

Upon seeing that the other party was Lü Yang, Li Mengyao snorted coldly and said while resting her chin on her hand.

"Before leaving, would you like to go through one last procedure?"

"I'm not leaving. Just sign this, and I'll take the bag back with me."

It was already noon, and Lü Yang and the others went back to work. He wasn't like Li Mengyao, who had an older brother to support her.

"They're really obsessed with money..."

Upon hearing this, Li Mengyao snorted coldly at him, and without even looking at the contract, she signed it and handed it directly to Lü Yang, asking if he wanted to stay for a meal.

Lu Yang said he had to go to work and would come back another day. After he refused, Li Mengyao snorted and told him to get lost and close the door behind him. Seeing that she had gotten angry for no reason, Lu Yang was also confused. But that's how women are, so he didn't ask any questions and left with his three bags.

These three bags don't hold their value, but with a little refurbishment, they're practically indistinguishable from those just taken out of the boutique. It seems like Li Mengyao got a great deal, making 10,000 yuan for free, but the one who really profited the most was actually Lü Yang.

A bag that costs 170,000 yuan is hard to sell, but there are quite a few buyers for bags that cost 60,000 to 70,000 yuan.

Moreover, not only can these three bags be sold and the funds recovered quickly, but Lü Yang can also earn 10,000 yuan.

After opening the door, Lü Yang ate breakfast and lunch together. When he saw that no one was coming, he was about to take a nap when another guest arrived—a young man.

"Boss, I'd like to discuss a deal."

"Selling a bag, buying a bag, or reselling a high-quality replica?"

Upon hearing this, Lü Yang noticed the suspicious look on his face and became somewhat puzzled, so he asked curiously.

"No, I want my boss to help me sell a high-quality replica bag."

High-quality replica bag?

In an instant, Lü Yang's eyes lit up. A big customer had come to his door, but what did it mean to help sell a high-quality replica bag? He immediately asked, puzzled.

"What does it mean?"