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

Since he was the only one in the secondhand store, Lü Yang became increasingly unrestrained.

In the end, Lü Yang was covered in sweat, looking like he had just been pulled out of the water, yet he was filled with smugness.

Under heaven, who dares to train like I do?

In the blink of an eye, two hours had passed as he sweated profusely.

Just as Lü Yang was about to have a drink of water and take a break, a sweet voice came from outside the shop.

"Boss, are you there?"

Upon hearing this, Lü Yang paused. He glanced at the time and realized it was already 3 PM. He quickly put down the barbell, grabbed a towel to wipe his sweat, put on his clothes, and spoke.

"Here I am!"

As he walked into the front hall, Lü Yang's eyes lit up; a young woman was standing at the entrance.

At the age of twenty-three or twenty-four, she had a sweet face but a striking figure. She wore a light blue, thin-shouldered, form-fitting short dress with a very short hem that accentuated her slender waist.

On her jade-like feet were a pair of light blue high-heeled sandals, with thin straps wrapping from the instep all the way to the calf, making her ankles look slender and her toes white. Her toenails were painted with a layer of black nail polish, which looked particularly alluring under the light.

As for her upper body, the curves were even more exaggerated. The French square neckline exposed her collarbone and shoulders, and the close-fitting fabric undulated gently with her breath, almost like a hanging bell, sweet yet seductive.

In an instant, three words subconsciously popped into Lü Yang's mind.

Big client!

They really are big clients.

When the woman saw him come out, she gave him a sweet smile.

"You must be Boss Lü, right?"

"It's me!"

Lu Yang nodded, suppressing his anger, and asked, "Buy the bag or sell it?"

"Mistake!"

Seeing Lü Yang arrive, Cheng Xiao put the bag she was carrying on the counter and said, "Cheng Xiao, Yu Qing recommended this place. She said it's the most affordable, much more expensive than other places, and the people here are reliable."

Leng Yuqing?

Lu Yang frowned, then beamed with joy. The other party had indeed introduced him to a major client, and a truly significant one at that. It seemed he couldn't completely wrong her; she was indeed a valuable asset to him.

"Ms. Cheng, please have a seat. Let me check my bag first."

Lu Yang poured a glass of water and handed it over, speaking politely.

Despite trying to suppress his anger, the sight of the cleavage between her snow-white skin, swaying so alluringly, made his mouth go dry.

Cheng Xiao didn't stand on ceremony and took out two dust bags from her bag after sitting down.

The first thing I opened was a Hermès Constance Mini Epsom leather and gold clasp.

Authentic!

However, the condition is not perfect.

The corners are worn, the hardware has minor scratches, and the bag body has slight dents.

The second bag is the Dior Lady Dior in rare leather.

It looks luxurious and has a pretty texture, but Lü Yang knew something was wrong as soon as he picked it up.

The next moment, the system light screen popped up.

【Ding dong! 】

【Name: Hermès Constance Mini Epsom!】

[Authentication Result: Authentic!]

[Condition: Moderate signs of use, wear on edges and corners, minor scratches on hardware; requires refurbishment and maintenance.]

[Used price reference: ¥95,000.00 --- ¥110,000.00!]

[After renovation: 12.5 - 14.0 yuan!]

After reading it, Lü Yang continued reading.

【Ding dong! 】

【Name: Dior Lady Dior Rare Leather Edition】

[Authentication Result: High-quality counterfeit!]

[Simulation accuracy: 96%!]

[Main flaws: The leather texture is too regular, the edges of the hardware engravings are slightly blurred, and the spacing between the fonts on the inner label is slightly abnormal.]

[High-quality replica price: ¥4000-6000!]

After reading it, Lü Yang couldn't help but feel satisfied.

Both bags are nice, especially the Constance. After refurbishment, it should be worth at least 20,000 to 30,000 yuan.

As for Lady Dior, once the system is activated, the fake becomes real, costing another 50,000 to 60,000 yuan, or even 100,000 yuan.

Thinking of this, Lü Yang shook his head and said, "The Constance Mini is a bit worn out, I can offer 120,000!"

Cheng Xiao blinked, somewhat disappointed, and said, "Only 120,000?"

Lu Yang continued, "This Dior isn't genuine; it's a top-quality replica, normally priced between four and six thousand. I'll offer six thousand directly."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Xiao said somewhat unhappily, "Boss, I came here because Yu Qing told me that your prices are higher than others."

She leaned forward slightly, revealing her assets, and began to speak in a coquettish tone.

"But I don't feel like it's gotten much higher!"

Lu Yang remained unmoved and said helplessly, "That's already the highest. There won't be anyone higher than me in the entire Shanghai. If it goes any higher, I'll really have to pay extra."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Xiao was somewhat skeptical.

Her eyes darted around, remembering Leng Yuqing's instructions. She stood up, walked around to the counter, and gently took Lü Yang's arm.

In an instant, a soft, white substance pressed against him, and Lu Yang's calm expression began to falter.

Cheng Xiao looked up at him expectantly.

"Boss, they're free tonight and can stay. Could you add some more? I'm really short on cash lately."

Lu Yang's Adam's apple bobbed, but he still didn't relent, calculating how much more he would add.

After refurbishing a genuine bag, you can earn at least 20,000 to 30,000 yuan

High-quality counterfeit bags are even more profitable!

It's not impossible to raise it a little higher, but you can't be too quick to do it.

A moment later, Lü Yang also spoke up in dissatisfaction.

"Do you really think I'm a lecherous man?"

Upon hearing this, Cheng Xiao first showed a surprised expression, then glanced at Lü Yang before smiling and teasing him.

"real?"

"I think Brother Lü Yang is being somewhat insincere!"

Lu Yang blushed and coughed lightly, which only meant that he was a normal man and that his soul was still pure and innocent. He immediately spoke.

"Alright!"

"I want to be taller."

Cheng Xiao's eyes lit up: "How much higher are you planning, boss?"

Lu Yang held up one finger: "If it's Constance, I'd be ten thousand higher."

"As for the high-quality replica Lady Dior, I'll round it up to ten thousand yuan!"

"Fifteen thousand, is that high or low?"

Upon hearing this, Cheng Xiao couldn't help but gasp. For her now, 15,000 yuan was definitely not a small sum.

I just wanted to give it a try, but I didn't expect the other party to be so generous, asking for 15,000 yuan more in one go. No wonder Leng Yuqing insisted that I come to this store.

"Boss, you're so generous!"

Lu Yang chuckled and pinched Cheng Xiao's smooth chin, saying, "I don't think it's a loss. Let me check the cards. As long as the cards are real, 15,000 is just a drop in the ocean for me."

Cheng Xiao smiled sweetly: "I was born with it. If you don't believe me, Boss Lü, give it a try."

"good!"

"I want to see if it's genuine. If it isn't, I'll ask for a refund."

"Let's go through the formalities!"

For the past four days, Lü Yang had been training his body, eager to clear out his inventory. He watched as the other person pulled down the shoulder strap, revealing a large expanse of white, snowy skin. Outside the window, the traffic was noisy, but inside the store, only a series of unspoken, ambiguous whispers and the intertwined atmosphere between the two were left.

The following afternoon, when Cheng Xiao woke up, she was as docile as a cat whose fur had been stroked.

She hugged the blanket, her eyes still filled with disbelief as she looked at Lü Yang.

"Brother Lü Yang, you look so thin, but your stamina is ridiculously high. Are you even human?"

Upon hearing this, Lü Yang, who was printing a contract, spoke softly when the other party asked the question.

"I do some regular training."

Cheng Xiao scoffed, "This isn't training. Most athletes probably wouldn't even reach this level."

This was a whole night! If she didn't have some skills, she would have asked Leng Yuqing for help long ago. Earning 15,000 yuan is no easy feat!

Seeing that he was awake, Lü Yang pushed the contract over directly.

"signature!"

Seeing this, Cheng Xiao sat up straight and even lifted her towering white breasts with her hand. Looking at Lü Yang, she felt a little thirsty, so she slowly signed her name and urged Lü Yang to transfer the money.

After she finished turning around, her smile became even sweeter, and she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Brother Lü Yang, your place is indeed a bit more expensive than other shops in Shanghai."

"Whenever I want to make a bag or buy a bag, I always come here."

She put on her high heels and spoke with a seductive look in her eyes.

Lu Yang laughed and said, "You're most welcome. If you bring in new customers, I'll even give you a red envelope."

"I don't need the red envelope, but remember to give me a special discount for loyal customers."

"That won't do; we need to see how they perform."

Cheng Xiao rolled her eyes at him: "You're so mean. It's not enough for me and Yuqing, you have to drag others down with you."

"I need legitimate clients, people who want to sell bags and people who want to buy bags. I'm willing to pay them to do it, so you need to send me one."

After making a joke, Lü Yang saw Cheng Xiao off, stood at the door, looked at the sun in the sky, and let out a long sigh.

This deal was a good one; you can make money after refurbishing a genuine bag, and as for high-quality replicas, you can also make a fortune once you've mastered the art of making them look real!

The clients themselves are also of very high quality.

However, there was still one problem: Cheng Xiao had teased him before leaving, and he felt that his temper was still a bit too strong.

Seeing that it was already afternoon, Lü Yang thought for a moment and decisively took out a sign and hung it at the door.

[Rest today, work tomorrow!]

Money can never be fully earned; he needs to find someone else to vent his anger.