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

After a while, Lu Yang finished the process and sat back down at the computer, looking refreshed. He took the printed transaction contract for the second-hand bag and handed it to Ding Yan for her to sign.

Beside her, Ding Yan sat on the sofa, her face still flushed. She first straightened her pure white lace neckline, then gently patted her still aching chest, and complained in a slightly annoyed tone.

"Brother Lü Yang, you really are a beast who doesn't know how to cherish women."

Upon hearing this, Lü Yang handed her the pen, a slight smile appearing on his face. "Someone made a bold promise, saying I would be satisfied, but he couldn't keep up after just two free-fighting matches. Is that my fault?"

However, jokes aside, Ding Yan may look like a sweet girl, but her fighting ability is quite remarkable, comparable to Wu Jingxuan and Zheng Xue combined. The main reason is that she also has a powerful background and abundant resources. The same methods have different effects in different hands, which makes Lu Yang somewhat unable to resist.

"Brother Lü Yang, you must not have a girlfriend."

Seeing that this straight-laced man only knew how to sign the contract and didn't even know how to comfort her, Ding Yan rolled her eyes, took the pen, and obediently signed her name on the contract.

After she signed the papers and received the 23,000 yuan transfer, Lü Yang chuckled and said, "I really don't have a girlfriend. I've always been using other people's girlfriends."

Before Ding Yan could reply, Lü Yang said seriously, "By the way, if you really want to be a middleman, come to the store often when you have time to distinguish between genuine and high-quality replica bags."

"Just because you're lucky once doesn't mean you'll always be lucky. There are some top-quality counterfeit bags on the market now that are exactly the same as the real thing in terms of materials and hardware. The only difference is the coding data inside the chip. If you ever spend all your money on one of these top-quality fakes, I won't cover it!"

Upon hearing this, Ding Yan puffed out her chest defiantly, once again displaying her proud, snow-white cleavage, and said confidently, "I didn't buy it by luck. I've thought it through. Cheap replica bags only cost a few thousand yuan. Most people who know their bags are replicas wouldn't use them to this extent. Only those who know they're genuine bags would use them to this extent."

"Furthermore, while a genuine handbag can usually fetch some value, how much do you think a worn-out replica is worth?"

"Even if I bought it for ten thousand yuan, after using it to this extent, how much is it still worth? Around one or two thousand yuan, I guess. It's not worth running around looking for it. They're usually genuine bags. I don't even need to look at them. I just need to confirm that they're genuine and how much they're worth. Even if I do run into one, I'll accept it. I'll just consider myself unlucky!"

Lu Yang nodded. Ding Yan was indeed clever. Normally, that would be true, but reality doesn't always go as she thinks. Ding Yan was a bit naive. He immediately sneered and said, "The first problem is that some people who make fakes don't even know they're making high-quality counterfeits."

"I had some clients who were scammed. One of them was a male client who served a big spender for two or three months. The big spender was in his fifties or sixties, 1.5 meters tall and weighed 170 kilograms. In the end, all the bags he brought were high-quality fakes. When he went to argue with the big spender, he was beaten up."

"There's a second problem. If you're going to find someone yourself, that's fine. But if you're like Wu Jingxuan, stealing clients from my competitors, do you really think your competitors are dead?"

"It's one thing to poach people for a day, but if they keep doing it, believe me, these people will actively set traps and use high-quality counterfeit goods to deceive people. Normal bags can be refurbished, but high-quality counterfeit bags can be turned into rubbish just as easily."

"If you can tell, that's fine. If you can't, then you're out of luck. When I first opened my shop, these competitors gave me a lot of big gifts."

Upon hearing this, Ding Yan was also stunned. The amount of information was too much for her to handle for a moment.

"You should stay. Once you've mastered the craft, even if you're old and faded, at least you can still open your own secondhand luxury goods store."

Lu Yang shook his head. If it weren't for the fact that he had lost two generals, he would have let the other party fend for himself long ago. Only after the other party suffered a loss and learned his lesson would he listen to his honest but unpleasant advice.

"Pah, you're old and faded, you can't expect anything good to come out of your dog's mouth."

Ding Yan spat lightly, knowing she was right. This kind of straight man, who could make silicone pop out of his skin while chatting, still wanted a girlfriend?

"If we weren't friends, I wouldn't even teach you. You're still not satisfied?"

Upon hearing this, Ding Yan also felt that what was said made sense, so she did not rush to leave. Instead, she stayed and sat on Lü Yang's lap, keeping him company while he looked after the shop and also identifying the genuine bags.

During this time, two more customers came to the store. One was recommended by Zhai Ying's fan group, and the other was an old customer who had bought bags before and brought a friend to browse. While serving the customers and inspecting the bags, Lü Yang also had Ding Yan go through the process and taught her some techniques for identifying leather and hardware.

Actually, authenticating a bag is the same as judging a person; it's all about practice!

After handling a genuine bag for a long time, one can instantly detect the difference between a genuine bag and a counterfeit one, even with just a touch of the leather. For example, Lu Yang could tell instantly whether the other person's chest was padded or whether it would glow when a flashlight was shone on it.

"Snapped!"

Ding Yan slapped him hard, looked at the innocent-looking Lü Yang, and said irritably, "Behave yourself, I'm looking at the bag."

After a while, Ding Yan felt that she had indeed mastered some practical bag identification skills, and then she picked up her own bag and left the second-hand store with a swaying demeanor.

After Ding Yan left, a peak in customer traffic arrived in the afternoon, with five more customers coming in one after another, but in the end only two people bought bags.

As evening approached and it was almost time to leave work, Lü Yang tallied up the day's accounts. By the end of the day, Zhai Ying alone had contributed nine customers. Although only five people ultimately swiped their cards to buy bags, the sales figures were still quite substantial, far exceeding Lü Yang's expectations. After all, although Zhai Ying was a fitness blogger with millions of followers, she was actually mostly involved in borderline activities and had very few female fans.

Among these people, even fewer have the spare money to buy bags. As for those in Shanghai who are willing to come to Lu Yang's store, they are extremely rare. Nine customers a day is considered top-tier among his peers. After all, some mid-tier secondhand luxury stores only consign about twenty to thirty bags a month, with a monthly turnover of less than 100,000 yuan.

"but……"

"They're selling so fast, I'm seriously short of bags right now!"

Looking at the display case, Lü Yang sighed again. He had gone through so much trouble and relied on Zhai Ying to open up sales channels, but Ding Yan, with her cunning, directly replaced Wu Jingxuan and Zheng Xue, two of his capable assistants.

These two were not ambitious to begin with, and they only brought two or three bags a day. Now they can't even bring out one bag. If it weren't for Ding Yan's hard work and various tricks, Lu Yang would have pinned Ding Yan down on the sofa and given her a good spanking.