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

After thinking for a moment, Chen Yao figured the other person was probably joking, so she replied.

Chen Yao: [Impossible! When you opened your shop, your titanium alloy dog ​​shoes were already pretty convincing. Even my high-quality replica bags couldn't fool you. Now, someone can still fool you? I don't believe it!]

Seeing that Lü Yang hadn't replied for a long time, Chen Yao understood. No wonder it took him five hours to reply. She sent him a long voice message.

When Lü Yang answered the call, a teasing voice came through: "Hey kid, you haven't replied for ages. Did this vixen get her way and you lost money? If you dare not reply, I'm driving over right now to check up on you!"

Hearing this, Lü Yang was speechless. He was wondering who to sell the bag to, since it was also a problem if the genuine product couldn't be sold.

Less than twenty minutes later, the melodious sound of high heels came from outside the door.

The shop door was pushed open, and a fragrant breeze wafted in. Chen Yao walked in unhurriedly. She was wearing a pair of beige over-the-knee boots, and her thighs were covered with extremely seductive flesh-colored stockings, which made her already incredibly long legs look straight and slender. Her upper body was covered by a white fitted top, except for a hollowed-out part in the upper middle, which was held together by two white straps, revealing her delicate collarbone.

Over her top, she wore a beige jacket, and on her lower body, she wore super short beige denim shorts. As she walked, her proud curves were faintly visible, making her a perfect urban, alluring, and sophisticated woman.

Chen Yao!

A fake socialite created through packaging.

"Which bag belongs to Leng Yuqing?"

As soon as Chen Yao entered the room, her large, watery eyes looked around.

Lu Yang raised his chin and pointed to the Hermès Kelly bag on the table.

"Here you go!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Yao walked over in her high heels and carefully picked it up to examine it. After looking through it, she couldn't help but marvel, "My goodness, the counterfeit technology these days is amazing! The leather, the hardware—even I can't tell it's fake. No wonder I was fooled."

Lü Yang leaned back in his boss's chair, looking at her with a half-smile: "You definitely wouldn't recognize it as fake, because it's real, the same genuine product."

"real?"

Chen Yao was taken aback.

"You've got your eye on it?"

"If you like it, I'll give you an insider discount."

Lu Yang held up five fingers and gently shook them.

"150,000, take it directly."

Chen Yao's eyes widened, and she asked suspiciously, "Are you sure this is genuine? Lü Yang, we're good brothers, don't try to take advantage of us!"

"My shop offers a three-fold refund for any counterfeit product. Is this your first time meeting me?"

Lu Yang chuckled, slowly lit a cigarette, and joked, "The high-quality replica bags I have are usually only sold to newly-minted fake socialites to save face. After all, they only have two or three coins in their pockets and can't afford the real thing. Once they've used the fake bags to impress a rich guy, they'll come back to me to exchange them for real bags."

As he spoke, Lü Yang glanced at Chen Yao and brought up old grievances: "Don't you also have a bunch of high-quality fakes? When you first opened the shop, someone was holding a fake Chanel and kept insisting it was real. I exposed him on the spot, but he was as thick-skinned as a city wall and pretended not to know. Only when I found out did he take out a real bag for authentication."

Exposed, Chen Yao blushed slightly, but being thick-skinned, she pretended not to hear Lu Yang's teasing. She casually put down her bag, stroked her chin, and said calculatingly, "I don't really like this color."

"However, if it's 150,000, I can actually introduce some potential rich women to come and take a look."

Chen Yao leaned closer to Lü Yang, her perfume wafting towards him, a shrewd glint in her eyes: "You know, the economy's not good right now. Even the richest families aren't having much to spare. The girls in our circle are trying to save money wherever they can when buying bags. Forget saving ten thousand, even saving two or three thousand is still a saving!"

"If this bag is real, it's definitely worth buying at 150,000. The money I save is enough to pay half a month's rent."

"Wow, I didn't realize you were such a rich woman. Your rent is 20,000 a month?"

Upon hearing this, Lü Yang was speechless with disbelief.

"yes!"

"I'm practically a semi-influencer, I have to do live streams regularly, and if my house is too shabby, I can't produce any good videos!"

Chen Yao shook her head before asking curiously.

"This is real, where are the fakes?"

"I took it home. A young socialite who's just started out in the industry plans to buy it for four thousand. She'll come to my house tonight to pick it up."

Lu Yang gave a perfunctory reply.

Chen Yao quipped, "Looks like this complete stranger is in for a lot of trouble..."

The next moment, Chen Yao took a light breath, looked at the stockings in the trash can, and then looked at Lü Yang, her eyes filled with shock. Had this guy cleared out all his stock from the past few years? After a dry cough, she wisely chose to make a quick getaway.

"Um, you have a tough battle to fight tonight, so I won't disturb you while you recharge. When I get back, I'll ask around in the socialite group to see if any of my good friends like her and I'll recommend her to come over."

"OK!"

Since the other party had already introduced customers, Lü Yang didn't mind their teasing: "If someone actually makes a purchase, I'll give them a big red envelope!"

Lu Yang's eyes flickered. Chen Yao was thick-skinned and knew a lot of people. If she helped him sell the goods, he could save some effort and share some with her, making a huge profit for him.

After saying goodbye, Chen Yao left in a hurry in her high heels. Only after the other person got home did Chen Yao send a voice message.

"I know you don't have many clients, but you don't have to just throw the Ten Thousand Souls Banner in the trash. If it weren't for your sister, other people would have already posted you in the socialite group. Hurry up and clean it up."

Lu Yang: (ー`´ー)

What is the Ten Thousand Souls Banner?

After looking at the trash can, Lü Yang finally understood.

Then there was a moment of silence. What kind of lewd nonsense was this woman thinking about all day long?

First, he replied to Chen Yao with a warning emoji of a machete. Then, Lü Yang turned around, took a bottle of Gucci's Favorite Men's Fragrance from the display case, sprayed it all over the trash can, and finally covered it tightly with an old newspaper before clapping his hands in satisfaction.

"Perfect!"

Just as he finished these tasks, the wind chimes at the shop entrance rang out with a crisp sound, accompanied by a pleasant woody aroma, and a soft, gentle voice reached Lü Yang's ears.

"Boss, excuse me, I'd like to make a package deal."

Lu Yang looked up and his eyes lit up slightly. The woman who came in looked to be under thirty years old, with the typical charm of a young married woman.

Unlike Chen Yao and Leng Yuqing, who rely on heavy makeup to create a fake socialite image, this woman has a delicate and refined appearance, but her temperament is extremely dignified and noble. She wears a well-tailored Loro Piana cashmere coat and a Van Cleef & Arpels necklace around her neck. Every gesture she makes exudes the temperament that only a truly wealthy family could cultivate.

After thinking it over, Lü Yang finally understood: this was the air of someone who wasn't short of money.

Whether it's Leng Yuqing, Chen Yao, or even myself, everyone is incredibly sensitive to money.

But the other person was different; they didn't treat the bag as a luxury item.

He seems like a decent person!

At first, Lü Yang was a little disappointed, thinking that he wouldn't be able to play, but then he became excited.

Honest people are great!

This kind of noblewoman is someone Chen Yao can't compare to.

The other party's circle consists of truly wealthy people.

"Please have a seat!"

Thinking of this, Lü Yang immediately adopted the demeanor of an appraiser and handed over a cup of warm water.

"What is your surname, madam?"

"My surname is Song!"

Upon hearing this, Lü Yang smiled and said, "Ms. Song, let me take a look at where the item is."

Song Ya smiled and thanked her, then took out a classic black and gold Chanel CF medium bag from her Hermès canvas bag and gently placed it on the table.

Lu Yang put on gloves and just touched it.

【Ding dong! 】

[Target item detected: Chanel CF Medium Size, Black Gold Leather.]

[Authentication result: Authentic product.]

Condition assessment: 95% new, with slight wear on the edges and corners, and normal scratches on the hardware.

[Current secondhand market reference price: 35,000 yuan.]

"Definitely genuine!"

Lu Yang put down his bag, looked up at Song Ya, and got straight to the point: "Ms. Song, this bag is in good condition, but the corners are a bit worn. As you know, the market price is very low right now. I'll give you a rough estimate: 35,000."

Song Ya frowned slightly and began to make plans.

Upon hearing this, Lü Yang smiled and said, "Ms. Song, if you ask around in all your industry peers in Shanghai, you definitely won't find anyone charging higher than me. We're all just running a business; I'm only earning a small commission. Lowering it by two or three hundred yuan would truly be a loss for me!"

Song Ya had quite a few bags in her hands and knew the rules of the secondhand market. She let out a soft sigh and smiled gently, saying, "The shop owner is an honest man. No need to ask elsewhere. Thirty-five thousand, deal!"

"happy!"

Lu Yang produced the contract and completed the payment transfer in one smooth motion.

Before leaving, the two added each other as friends. Lu Yang saw her off and said, "Ms. Song, if any of your friends or sisters are looking to sell their unwanted items, be sure to come to me. As long as a deal is made, I'll give you a generous tea money red envelope privately."

"Okay, Mr. Lü, I'll definitely contact you if it becomes unused."

Song Ya smiled and said, her demeanor elegant and graceful, without a trace of affectation, before pushing open the door and leaving.

After seeing Song Ya off, Lü Yang locked the shop door, rubbed his hands together, and silently recited something while looking at the Chanel CF on the table.

"Practice makes perfect!"

【Ding dong! 】

[The target product is genuine; it will be automatically refurbished to brand new condition.]

With a flash of white light, the slight wear on the edges disappeared instantly, and the marks on the hardware were completely renewed. The entire bag exuded the charming luster and leather fragrance of when it first came out of the store.

"Brilliant!"

Looking at the brand-new bag, Lü Yang felt little excitement, but rather a sense of melancholy.

Even if an authentic product is refurbished to look brand new, based on the market value of this Chanel CF, it can only sell for a little over 40,000 to 50,000 yuan at most. After deducting the cost of 35,000 yuan, the profit will only be 15,000 yuan at most.

Is 15,000 a lot of money?

Yes, it counts!

However, having tasted the thrill of making a 3,000 RMB counterfeit bag and then mastering the craft to create a 150,000 RMB genuine one, who would still be interested in a small, insignificant item?

"High-quality replica..."

"It has to be a high-quality replica!"