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

Upon hearing the other person mention Song Ya, a look of understanding appeared in Lü Yang's eyes. It seemed that this person was the best friend Song Ya had mentioned. He immediately chuckled and said, "I am Lü Yang, but my relationship with Sister Song Ya is completely innocent. Sister Song Ya has always been chaste and virtuous, and I am also pure and innocent, and I do not get close to women. I really don't understand what this sister means."

"By the way, may I ask your surname, sister? Are you here to replace a bag or to buy one?"

Lu Yang remained expressionless, picked up a freshly brewed cup of hand-drip coffee, gently pushed it in front of the other person, and then revealed a naive smile.

Upon hearing this, Meng Jiao keenly noticed that Lu Yang's gaze lingered on her proud, full breasts out of the corner of his eye. She couldn't help but scoff. If Lu Yang didn't care about women, then there would be no such thing as a lecher in this world. She casually took off her sunglasses and tossed them on the counter. She absentmindedly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before parting her red lips slightly.

"Meng Jiao, Song Ya and I are best friends. I traveled all the way here to help Boss Lü out of this mess, and she was the one who recommended me. Didn't she mention me before I came here?"

After she swept her hair back, her elegant and refined face was fully revealed. Meng Jiao had a pair of smooth, dark brown short hairs that fell from her temples on both sides. The loose, fluffy hairs fell to her chin, making her facial features look clean and elegant. Her wispy side bangs fell diagonally, and one side of her hair lightly covered her eyebrows and eyes, giving her a charming temperament amidst her dignity.

"Before Sister Meng Jiao arrived, Sister Song Ya only said that she was recommending a big client to me, and that she was a great beauty. If I had known that it was a great beauty like Sister Meng Jiao, I would definitely have gone down to greet her."

Across from the counter, Meng Jiao narrowed her alluring eyes, sizing up Lü Yang before smiling and saying, "Alright, no need for formalities. Song Ya drank a couple of glasses of red wine and confessed everything. When she bragged to me, she said you were very fierce and manly, and that you tormented her half to death. But after I came here, I feel like you're not the same person Song Ya described..."

Meng Jiao chuckled lightly, scrutinizing Lü Yang's handsome face, and said with a hint of disdain, "You're not on drugs, are you?"

Hearing this, Lü Yang remained unmoved. Only the truth could break a person's defenses, but slander would not. If you said that Brother Liang's acting skills were not good, Brother Liang would not care, but if you said that he had a discerning eye, he would break his defenses. The same principle applies to saying that Lü Yang is no good and that he only relies on drugs. He would just laugh it off.

Whether you call him fierce or praise him for being manly, it's all the truth. The usually arrogant and stubborn Shao Luo Ningyue, after witnessing Lü Yang's formidable strength, also chose to obediently submit and fawn over him.

As for taking medicine, what kind of medicine is Da Huan Dan? It's a health supplement!

"Sister Mengjiao, in this world, seeing is believing."

"If I don't believe you, why don't you try it yourself and see?"

Upon hearing this, Meng Jiao's voice carried a hint of sarcasm: "You're not that old, but you've got quite the nerve. You're already got Song Ya, and you're still not satisfied? You want to take advantage of me, your older sister? Aren't you afraid of ruining yourself at such a young age? I'm not Song Ya, who's all brats and no fish."

Despite Lu Yang's flirtatious remarks, Meng Jiao did not show any embarrassment or anger in her eyes. At her age, she was more aggressive than any man when it came to driving.

Lu Yang chuckled lightly, not replying to Meng Jiao, and directly changed the subject, saying, "By the way, Sister Meng Jiao, aren't you here to ask for a favor?"

After being reminded by Lü Yang, Meng Jiao finally remembered her business and carried a large dust bag onto the counter.

"This is the bag. Brother Lü Yang, could you help me estimate its value?"

Lu Yang immediately stood up, took the dust bag, opened it, and his eyes lit up.

Good guy!

The CHANEL Coco Handle large bag is made of rare matte Himalayan white crocodile leather and features classic gold hardware.

This is truly a top-tier form of hard currency in high society circles!

They can fetch two or three hundred thousand on the secondhand market.

Upon seeing the bag, Lü Yang remained calm and activated the system in his mind.

"system!"

"Give me an appraisal."

【Ding dong! 】

[System scanning and identification in progress...]

[Target item: Large CHANEL Coco Handle leather bag, matte Himalayan white crocodile leather, full set with gold hardware!]

[Authentication Result: Authentic!]

[Problem Analysis: Due to improper care, the delicate white crocodile leather bag has developed extensive yellowing and irreversible color absorption. The crocodile scales at the four corners of the bottom are severely worn, with some scales broken. The handles have turned black due to prolonged contact with hand sweat. The gold double-C clasp has dents and dense marks. All accessories are missing.]

[Official retail price: ¥405,000 (excluding bag)]

[Secondhand market value: ¥170,000!]

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After reading the appraisal results, Lü Yang was also lost in thought. Although the bag was ruined beyond recognition, once he restored it to brand new condition, it could sell for 230,000 yuan on the second-hand market!

Even if you buy it for 100,000 yuan, you can make 130,000 yuan by reselling it. Song Ya has really delivered a big fat sheep to me this time!

However, even though getting 100,000 yuan is a huge profit, her money didn't come easily; it was all hard-earned. She was so busy before that she still had to find time to accompany clients. Zhai Ying, a fitness influencer.

Cycling to bars is a good way to save money, but also a good way to spend it. Use the money you save to buy yourself some goji berries to nourish your body.

As Lü Yang pondered how much he should pay for the bag, Meng Jiao, who was sitting beside him, began to scrutinize him. It wasn't until she saw the inverted triangle shape below Lü Yang's abdomen that a strange light flashed in her eyes. Perhaps Song Ya really wasn't lying; the other man just looked delicate, but was actually quite wild in private.

After some deliberation, Lü Yang decided to ask for about 10,000 yuan more. It was better to earn less than nothing. He then carefully said, "This bag is in poor condition. The crocodile skin is yellowed and the scales are badly worn. All the accessories are also missing. In the second-hand market, it would usually fetch around 79,000 yuan."

"However, considering Sister Song Ya's recommendation, I'll ask Sister Meng Jiao for a higher price, rounding it up to ninety thousand yuan. What does Sister Meng Jiao think?"

Upon hearing this, Meng Jiao nodded in agreement. She had previously contacted other luxury store owners on WeChat. 79,000 yuan was indeed the highest price, and 90,000 yuan was 11,000 yuan higher. This young and handsome owner was not only generous but also had a keen eye, able to tell at a glance how much the bag was worth on the secondhand market.

However, Meng Jiao was not entirely satisfied. She chuckled softly and stood up lazily.

With her movements, the form-fitting, elastic ice silk fabric completely outlined her stunning figure.

As she walked, her long, straight legs appeared even longer and more shapely, as if they were works of art measured by the Creator. She walked slowly around the glass counter in light gray pointed high heels and came to Lü Yang's side. Then, Meng Jiao bent down slightly, and her low-cut neckline perfectly revealed her smooth neck, her clearly defined collarbone, and a large expanse of fair skin. Only a slender silver necklace swayed gently between her unfathomable, snow-white cleavage.

She lazily raised her hand, her jade-like fingertips with nude nail polish casually resting lightly on the fabric of her dress, which was stretched taut and about to burst out of her chest, and said coquettishly in a voice that could melt your bones and make your muscles tingle.

"Brother Lü Yang, even for Song Ya's sake, doesn't your older sister have any face to save?"

As she leaned forward slightly, the fullness of her upper body and her slender waist created a striking contrast, exuding a composed and mature charm that was simply irresistible.

Lü Yang leaned back in his chair, muttering to himself, his gaze unabashedly falling on the snow-white cleavage. He chuckled and said, "Sister Song Ya is, after all, my lover, so she should definitely be treated better."

"As for Sister Mengjiao, since you've personally asked, I'll add another two thousand yuan, making it ninety-two thousand yuan. Is that alright?"

"So, all you're doing is giving my sister face? Only two thousand yuan? Little brother Lü Yang, you've really hurt my feelings. I want the same discount as little sister Song Ya. Whatever you pay for her, you have to pay for me!"

Meng Jiao gave a soft hum and simply walked around to Lu Yang's back. She bent down slightly, and her soft, full breasts, like water droplets, pressed against Lu Yang's broad and solid back without reservation through the thin ice silk fabric. They felt an amazing elasticity. Her right hand, painted with nude nail polish, slid down from Lu Yang's shoulder and gently stroked the outline of Lu Yang's steel-like chest and abdomen. The rock-solid touch made Meng Jiao's face show a strange expression.

Lu Yang looks handsome, but he has a rather muscular build. No wonder he could make a conservative woman like Song Ya so infatuated.

"Sister Mengjiao knows that women are all jealous. If I open the same pot for Sister Mengjiao, Sister Songya will get jealous!"

Meng Jiao whispered seductively in Lü Yang's ear, "If you don't tell, and I don't tell, Song Ya won't know."

"Brother Lü Yang, if someone were to become your lover like Sister Song Ya, how much are you prepared to give them?"