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

As night fell, Lü Yang figured no one would come, so he prepared to close the door and leaned back in his chair. He had made twelve orders that day, including Leng Yuqing's, but the earnings from the other eleven orders were less than the profit from a single high-quality counterfeit bag.

Furthermore, Lü Yang achieved these eleven orders by relying on two key strategies: attracting new customers with existing ones and selling at high volume with low profit margins.

If a normal luxury store has half of Lv Yang's products, it would be considered quite good; it would be considered a best-selling store, after all, these are luxury goods, not everyday items.

However, in a certain sense, it does mean the same thing.

Before you buy a luxury item, it's a luxury item; after you buy it, it becomes an everyday item.

Furthermore, Lu Yang has to pay a "tea fee" to get existing users to bring in new users; if he doesn't want to pay, plenty of people are willing to.

So, if you calculate it like this, he would only make four or five hundred yuan per package, and after deducting the red envelopes, he would have to pay out of pocket.

In the beginning, Lü Yang actually lost money, since he had to pay taxes. It wasn't until he had a stable clientele that he started making money.

A high-quality replica bag can fetch at least 100,000 yuan, which is equivalent to about 200-300 orders by Lü Yang before it was bound to the system.

After the system is linked, genuine products can be refurbished directly. However, most of Lu Yang's customers are fake socialites. These people treat luxury goods as their lifeblood and rarely take them out. After refurbishment, the profit is not much.

Only true socialites would carelessly discard luxury goods; for Lü Yang, the profit margin was second only to that of counterfeit bags.

but!

He hasn't seen a single noblewoman in ten days or half a month. Where is he supposed to look for someone?

"A high-quality replica bag, I'd like one!"

Lu Yang felt a pang of melancholy. The incredible thing about his system was that it could create something out of nothing; the more fake the product, the greater the profit!

But would the owner of a legitimate secondhand luxury goods store hang a sign at the door saying, "This store specializes in high-quality replica bags"?

That's insane!

Lu Yang usually doesn't accept high-quality replica bags from strangers. If Chen Yao hadn't introduced him, he wouldn't have even considered taking the three thousand yuan.

After all, once the news gets out, it will ruin his reputation.

When his competitors spread the word, everyone will know that he has high-quality replicas. If word gets around, he'll be seen as someone who sells replica bags. And the system won't allow him to take the initiative. He can only sit back and wait for people with ulterior motives to come to him with replica bags to cheat him.

In fact, Lü Yang also knew that the most suitable field for his own system to make great strides was not luxury goods, but antiques!

Spend 100 yuan to buy a high-quality plastic replica of blue and white porcelain from a street stall, and with a quick scan of the system, it transforms into a rare treasure from the Xuande period of the Ming Dynasty, instantly achieving financial freedom.

However, the system requires that someone actively begs to sell before Lü Yang can buy.

"unlucky!"

Moreover, this is just one problem. The antique industry is too murky; it's a cutthroat world where counterfeiters and those who launder their money are all involved. There are countless shady forces intertwined with each other. If a shop owner with no background dares to get involved, he'll probably end up as a ginseng root in the Yongding River before he even gets his hands on the money. Making money is great, but being alive to enjoy it is the most important thing.

In Lü Yang's view, he should focus on luxury goods first, and then think about other ways to make money once he has climbed up to the level of a real socialite.

Before climbing up to the high-ranking socialite, he first amassed some gold coins from the fake socialite, making a fortune in silence.

"Now, we can only place our hopes on that vixen Leng Yuqing, and Chen Yao..."

Before Chen Yao left, Lü Yang specifically reminded her that the other party also had high-quality counterfeit bags, but although the other party was thick-skinned, she still lacked experience and simply ignored it, instead sending a message to tease him.

He couldn't count on this good-for-nothing; he still had to rely on Leng Yuqing. Recalling Leng Yuqing's seductive promise as she left, Lü Yang couldn't help but swallow hard.

"Sister Leng, you absolutely mustn't disappoint me. It would be best if you sent me thirty or forty high-quality replicas all at once..."

Lu Yang lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, a wild smile spreading across his face.

If a high-quality counterfeit item were to be sold as an authentic product, it could earn at least 40,000 to 50,000 yuan, or even over 100,000 yuan.

If we get thirty or forty of these, that's three or four million! What are we going to do in the second half of the year? We can just go look at apartments in Tomson Riviera!

With a sliver of hope in his heart, Lü Yang turned over and drifted off to sleep.

"..."

After Lü Yang got up, he first ate a bowl of instant noodles before opening the shop door, brewing a cup of pre-Qingming Longjing tea, and waiting for customers to arrive.

While Lü Yang was fighting Naruto, a distinguished guest arrived at the store. The visitor was a young man in his early twenties, wearing a flashy Balenciaga logo sweatshirt and with his hair slicked back. He swaggered in, displaying an extremely arrogant attitude and the air of a spoiled brat who thought he was the most important person in the world.

However, upon closer observation, one will notice that the other person's eyes are shifting and wandering, with an undisguised hint of anticipation hidden within them.

Another fake young master.

Furthermore, upon closer inspection, Lü Yang realized that the entire thing was fake luxury goods, all high-quality imitations.

"Boss, I'm here to cover for you."

The wealthy young man walked to the counter and slammed an orange Hermes Lindy dust bag onto the table.

"I got this top-tier item for 100,000 yuan, how much are you willing to pay?"

Lu Yang didn't even lift his eyelids, his gaze casually sweeping over the other person's bag, instantly noticing two problems.

Once you get your hands on it, a series of electronic sounds echo in your mind.

【Ding dong! 】

[Target item detected: High-quality replica Hermes Lindy 26, elephant gray!]

[Authentication result: obviously fake.]

[Flaw Analysis: The leather is stiff and lacks elasticity; the zipper has poor closure; and the edges of the gold lettering on the lining are bleed-through.]

[High-quality replica: 6,500 yuan!]

[Secondhand market: 2,500 yuan!]

Lu Yang picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and a cold smile, which he made no attempt to hide, curled up at the corner of his mouth.

This piece of junk, let alone a system, he could tell it was fake just by smelling it.

"What is your surname, brother?"

"Gao Bin!"

Lu Yang put down his teacup, leaned forward slightly, and chuckled softly, saying, "Brother, isn't that a bit unfair?"

"Selling counterfeit bags is one thing, but trying to fool me with such an obviously fake one? Do you think I'm a junk collector!"

Upon hearing this, the arrogant expression on Gao Bin's face instantly froze, then turned a deep purplish-red.

"Are you trying to scam me?"

Seeing that Lü Yang had exposed him, Gao Bin, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, slammed his fist on the table and roared in a show of bravado, "This is a genuine product I just got from the official store! Do you even know anything about this? You're just a kid who didn't even look at it and said it's fake, and you dare to make baseless accusations!"

"Not much skill, but a big temper, and you even call me a greenhorn?"

Lu Yang sneered, reaching for the Lindy bag and casually flicking the zipper with his fingertip: "You bought it from a boutique, right? I'll ask around. Authentic Hermès Riri zippers zip smoothly and silently. This zipper is like a limp leg. Which boutique is this? Take me there. If they acknowledge it, I'll pay double. And the gold lettering on the lining—the edges are all bleed-through. The Hermès artisans were drunk last night, their hands were shaking while engraving, weren't they?"

"This isn't even a high-quality replica; it's downright counterfeit. I can smell the pungent glue odor just by looking at it. Why would I need to examine it closely?"

With each word Lü Yang spoke, Gao Bin's expression grew increasingly grim, eventually turning ashen.

"I'll ask one last time!"

Lu Yang's eyes were sharp, and he asked with a sense of pressure, "Where did you buy this, and how much did you pay for it?"