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

Looking at this high-end perfume, Lü Yang frowned at first, but then thought it couldn't be that bad, could it?

Song Ya is very generous, spending 600,000 yuan at a time. Even a bottle of high-end perfume only costs around 10,000 yuan, so she wouldn't give herself a bottle of counterfeit perfume.

Furthermore, from Lü Yang's perspective, this perfume, in terms of both packaging and texture, doesn't look like a cheap product.

Thinking of this, Lü Yang also summoned a semi-transparent light screen and began the appraisal.

【Name: Clive Christian Men's Fragrance!】

[Authentication Result: Authentic!]

Brand: Clive Christian!

[Status: Unopened!]

[Market Reference: 8k-1.2k RMB!]

[Special assessment result: There is a discrepancy between the advertised image and the actual product.]

[Official description: The fragrance blends notes of lime, pink grapefruit, orris root, jasmine, sandalwood, and ambergris to create an elegant masculine charm.]

[True Analysis: This perfume contains special musk and other alluring agents that can influence others to a certain extent, creating subconscious associations of intimacy with the user and enhancing the emotional atmosphere. Ultimately, it aims to create a subjective impression of the user as charming and reliable, rather than truly enhancing the user's personal charm.]

After reading it, Lü Yang's face darkened.

"Good heavens!"

"Are high-end perfumes made not by the art of perfumery, but by musk?"

Staring at the perfume in his hand, Lü Yang was speechless. No wonder top perfumes always boasted about enhancing hormones and increasing male charm. Lü Yang felt that he could no longer look at these luxury goods the same way. There were high-quality fakes in bags, counterfeit jewelry, blue pills stuffed in the Great Rejuvenation Pill, and musk in perfumes. If this continued, would high-end suits also need to have a feng shui array sewn inside?

However, despite the complaints, if the system says it can turn something fake into something real, then it really can. No matter how exaggerated the promotional effect is, as long as the system takes action, it can become real and be used to enhance one's charm.

Thinking of this, Lü Yang's eyes lit up.

"yes!"

"Immediately turn the fake into the real thing!"

[Ding dong, the "Practice Makes It Real" skill has been successfully applied to this item. Please check it yourself.]

The next second, the perfume bottle in Lü Yang's hand trembled slightly, and a layer of luster flowed across the surface of the bottle, making it seem even more crystal clear, like the emerald light in a lake, or like moonlight falling on glass. The bottle, which was originally somewhat calm and luxurious, suddenly exuded an indescribable spirituality.

Lu Yang unscrewed the bottle cap, gently pressed the spray nozzle, and a wisp of fragrant mist spread out. The refreshing scent of lime and pink grapefruit was released first, followed by the cool floral fragrance of iris and jasmine, and finally the base of sandalwood and ambergris.

He smelled it himself and couldn't help but feel satisfied.

"nice one!"

If I see Song Ya or Zhao Jinxuan again, spraying a little on them will probably have a pretty good effect.

After the simulation became real, the screen refreshed accordingly.

【Name: Clive Christian True Charm Edition Men's Fragrance!】

[Aroma Structure: Two Hundred Complex Fragrance Notes!]

[Effect: After spraying, users will experience a real boost in external charm and approachable demeanor within one day.]

[Specifically, it makes one more noticeable in the eyes of others, and when speaking, it inspires trust in the other person. However, it is only effective for people who are male-oriented; for others, it simply smells nice and has no other effect.]

Upon hearing this, Lü Yang, who had been watching with great interest, suddenly felt unwell and his face stiffened when he realized that the key word was "person" and not "woman".

His lips twitched. Luckily, he was a cautious person and had read everything. Otherwise, after he sprayed on his perfume and walked into the gym with his head held high, some of the muscular men who were lifting weights in the weight room would all stop and stare at him with shining eyes. How bizarre that would be! Just thinking about it made Lü Yang gasp.

"No!"

"Looks like I won't be able to go to the gym after spraying this; I can only spray it when I'm at work."

The perfume is good, and the effect is good, but the usage scenario must be carefully considered. As long as his clients are all normal in terms of sexual orientation, regardless of gender, even if some weirdos come along who don't accept anyone, he can protect himself with the help of the Great Rejuvenating Pill.

After taking the Great Rejuvenation Pill, he is now full of vitality and his strength is steadily increasing, making it no problem for him to kill a hundred people.

"Today is a good day; hopefully, we'll have some more big clients!"

Thinking of this, Lü Yang sent messages to Chen Yao, Qin Xueling, and others, putting pressure on them to bring in more big clients.

Now that we have customers who want to buy bags, we also need people who sell bags, especially high-quality replica bags, as these are our biggest clients!

Meanwhile, while Lü Yang was pressuring Li Mengyao and the others, Song Ya had her bags appraised at a boutique and then went home with two brand-new luxury bags. She had made a great deal by buying two brand-new luxury bags for 600,000 yuan, especially the versatile grey Nile crocodile Birkin, which she liked more and more the more she looked at it.

There is nothing wrong with it, neither in terms of the leather nor the color.

Getting it for 450,000 is practically a guaranteed profit!

If you sell it after a month or two, you can even make a profit.

As for the Constance 18 Milkshake White, it would be a decent gift to present to my best friend on her birthday.

She put the two bags into the dressing room, originally planning to have another bottle of Clive Christian shipped over by air to make up for the gift she was giving to her husband, Zhao Gang.

However, after checking on my phone, I found that even the fastest delivery would take three or four days, so getting it delivered at night was simply unrealistic.

Song Ya stood in the dressing room, looking at the empty black and gold gift box. She was stunned for a moment, then slowly closed the box.

Whether or not to give a gift is her attitude. Anyway, she gave the gift herself. As for the fact that it was empty, it's all the other party's fault. If Zhao Gang hadn't found a lover, she wouldn't have given the gift to another man in a fit of anger. No matter what, it's all the other party's fault.

After nightfall, Zhao Gang finally returned, looking somewhat tired as he entered the room.

He had a difficult time during this period. Ever since Song Ya exposed his affair with a fake socialite, the two of them had been in a cold war. Before, Song Ya was gentle and considerate, and even if there were some conflicts between the couple, she was always the one to back down first.

But things are different now. Song Ya doesn't make a fuss every day, she just gives him the cold shoulder. Even when she does speak, her voice is sarcastic. Especially after word got out that the fake socialite he found had a boyfriend who made him, a big spender, go there every day to eat leftovers, he felt even more ashamed in front of Song Ya. However, after she apologized, her attitude improved somewhat.

"You're back?"

Song Ya sat on the sofa and said in a cold tone.

"yes!"

Upon hearing this and seeing that Song Ya was no longer angry, Zhao Gang also revealed a slight smile.

Song Ya looked up at him and asked directly, "Do you know what day it is today?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Gang was taken aback. After a moment's thought, he carefully asked, "Your birthday?"

Song Ya snorted coldly, picked up the black and gold gift box on the table, and handed it over.

"It's our tenth wedding anniversary!"

He was somewhat surprised to receive a gift, and even felt a little flattered. Since the incident, Song Ya had not only failed to give him gifts, but had also been kind enough not to mock him. Now, receiving the gift, Zhao Gang couldn't help but feel a little touched. Although Song Ya was sharp-tongued, she was still willing to make up.

He quickly sat down and opened the other person's black and gold gift box.

However, upon opening it, Zhao Gang's expression froze.

The box was empty.

Zhao Gang opened it completely, only to find it empty. He stared at Song Ya in bewilderment.

Song Ya, who had anticipated his reaction, snorted and preemptively spoke.

Why are you looking at me?

Upon hearing this, Zhao Gang gave a helpless, wry smile and said, "No, it's empty inside..."

"Where's the perfume?"

Song Ya's face turned cold, and she said with displeasure, "You're still asking me? I was just about to talk about this."

Zhao Gang was stunned again.

"Blame me?"

Song Ya said indignantly, "It's your fault. This is a top-tier luxury perfume that I imported from London. I bought it a long time ago to give as a gift today. But I've been in a bad mood these past two days, and when I took it out this afternoon, I smashed it. I can't send another bottle over. You're not short of money anyway, so just look at the box and buy another bottle. Consider it a gift from me."

Zhao Gang: "..."

Where does this logic come from? It's absurd. The perfume bottle was broken, and you blame yourself?

However, when he saw the dissatisfaction on Song Ya's face, he finally agreed. He figured he could just find someone to buy him another bottle of perfume another day; it wasn't worth arguing about it. Besides, Song Ya wasn't like this before; she was not only gentle and considerate but also reasonable.

However, things changed after he cheated on her, and she started acting unreasonably.

He also knew that Song Ya's current resentment wasn't entirely due to the affair; there was another reason.

He's almost forty this year, and his business dealings are full of social engagements. His health is no longer what it used to be. On the other hand, Song Ya is only in her twenties or thirties, which is the age when a woman is most charming and needs to take care of herself the most. She is well-maintained, with a full figure and mature temperament. Standing in a crowd, she is truly graceful and elegant.

However, Zhao Gang felt increasingly powerless in his marriage, and even began to feel his self-esteem was hurt. The more he felt inadequate, the more he wanted to regain a sense of existence outside the marriage.

So he found a fake socialite who was younger and worshipped him, calling him "good brother" and making him feel powerful. But the truth was that she was using his money to support other men in secret.

Thinking about this, Zhao Gang was once again filled with uncontrollable rage.

He looked at the gift box in his hand, let out a long sigh, and finally closed the box.

Well, at least Song Ya is still willing to give him a gift, even if it's just an empty box, it's still a gift.

"OK!"

I'll buy another bottle when I have time.

Zhao Gang put down the gift box, chuckled, and spoke.

Seeing that the other party had given in, Song Ya's expression softened.

"snort!"

Seeing that the atmosphere between the two had finally eased, Zhao Gang breathed a sigh of relief and immediately stood up.

"I'm going to take a shower now, I need to go take a shower."

After taking only two steps, Song Ya asked, "Are you going to sleep in my room tonight?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Gang paused, his back tensing. Ten years ago, it would have been quite normal for him to ask such a question.

However, for Zhao Gang now, it's like a death warrant.

Even if he agrees, it will only be more embarrassing if he doesn't perform well.

Zhao Gang forced a smile and said, "I'm too tired today, and I have a meeting tomorrow. I'll sleep in the guest room!"

Upon hearing the rejection, Song Ya's face showed a hint of dissatisfaction. She looked at Zhao Gang and inexplicably thought of Lü Yang, whom she had met that morning. With just a little flirting, the young and vigorous Lü Yang could exude an aggressive aura. In comparison, Song Ya also felt a bit bored.

Rather than being stuck in this limbo, she decided to just go to sleep. With that thought, she got up and walked towards the master bedroom, her tone icy.

"Fine, if you're tired, let's sleep in separate rooms!"

"It's my best friend's birthday tomorrow, so I have to get up a little earlier."