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

Upon hearing this, the woman spoke first, her voice soft and charming yet carrying a hint of competence, and she spoke directly.

"Wu Jing!"

"Make a bag first, then buy one."

The next moment, she placed the dust bag in her hand on the counter.

"First, can you take a look at this and tell me how much it's worth?"

"OK!"

Lu Yang put on gloves and took out the bag, which was a Hermès Mini Kelly II in dream purple with silver hardware and Swift leather.

In this design, the dreamy purple color is quite rare, and when paired with silver hardware and Swift leather, it creates a beautiful and sophisticated visual effect.

Normally, a bare bag in a department store costs around 100,000 yuan, and the total cost after adding other items can reach up to 270,000 yuan. In the second-hand market, the highest price is between 150,000 and 170,000 yuan.

However, as soon as Lü Yang got his hands on it, a light screen appeared.

[Target: Hermès Mini Kelly II in dreamy purple, with silver hardware, made of Swift leather!]

[Authentication Result: High-quality counterfeit!]

[Main issues: The leather feels similar to Swift leather, but lacks resilience; the bag's curves are slightly stiff; there are deviations on the sides; the edges of the engraving on the silver buckle are too sharp and do not match the depth of the laser engraving on the authentic product; the stitch spacing is too consistent, lacking subtle differences in hand-stitched details; the spacing between the embossed characters on the lining is too narrow; and the weight of the shoulder strap buckle differs from the authentic product.]

[Secondhand market value: I suggest you sell it; it's worthless. If you really want to buy it, don't pay more than 1,000 yuan.]

Upon hearing this, Lü Yang also showed a strange expression. This was the first time he had received such a sharp comment after binding with the system, suggesting that he throw the bag away. It was clear that the bag was not a high-quality counterfeit.

The color dreamy purple is indeed not easy to imitate.

Only ordinary people wouldn't be able to tell.

Lü Yang picked up the bag, put it back on the mat, shook his head, and said, "This bag must have cost two or three thousand yuan, right?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Jing's expression changed, and she asked in a cold voice.

"This is a Mini Kelly II, and you're only offering two thousand dollars?"

Lu Yang glanced at her before looking at the man beside him.

"This is a high-quality counterfeit bag."

"Furthermore, calling it a high-quality replica is giving it too much credit. It's just a regular fake bag that can only fool ordinary people. The color alone is wrong."

In an instant, the air fell silent.

Cheng Jia's face stiffened. She hadn't expected that Lu Yang, who looked young, would have such a sharp eye and speak so scathingly, showing no mercy whatsoever.

Upon hearing this, Wu Jing looked at Xiang Chengjia in disbelief.

"Cheng Jia, is this a high-quality counterfeit bag?"

Seeing Wu Jing's uncontrollable anger, Cheng Jia also frowned and said, "Impossible. I bought this bag at the boutique. You've seen it yourself, and there's a record of it."

After explaining, he looked at Lü Yang, his tone tinged with displeasure, and said, "Are you sure you're sure? You only glanced at it after taking it over, and you're already saying it's a fake bag? A bag like this, in Dream Purple, is rare on the market. You can't possibly not recognize it, can you?"

Lu Yang wasn't angry; he simply turned the bag around and pointed it out.

"Look at this fastener, the engraving edge is too sharp. Authentic products wouldn't be like this. And here..."

"The spacing between the hot-stamped lettering is also a bit off. If I still need to look at bags like this, I might as well close down. If you don't believe me, go to a boutique or another store yourself!"

Upon hearing this, Cheng Jia's expression turned somewhat unpleasant, but she still stubbornly insisted, "If it really is a fake, Wu Jing, have you been switched? I bought it from an authorized dealer."

When Wu Jing saw him trying to explain, her eyes turned completely cold.

"It was switched?"

She gave a cold laugh and released her grip on his arm.

"Cheng Jia, I've never let this bag out of my sight since I got it. Who switched it?"

"I wouldn't have taken it out of the official store; you just gave it to some bitch. Trying to fool me with a fake!"

Cheng Jia, having been exposed, stopped pretending. He loosened his tie, a hint of disdain in his eyes.

"yes!"

"The bag is definitely a high-quality replica. Do you really think I would casually spend two or three hundred thousand yuan to buy a bag for an old woman?"

Cheng Jia sneered and said, "If you dare to break up with me, my dad will fire you tomorrow. If it weren't for me, you, a graduate of a third-tier university, wouldn't even be qualified to be the administrative director. It was all my idea."

Upon hearing this, Wu Jing also showed a hint of disdain on her face. She was wearing silver pointed high heels, crossed her arms, and wore a misty gray-blue strapless top, which made her figure appear even fuller.

"OK!"

Wu Jing smiled slightly, her eyes icy, and said, "You don't need to go. I'll go find that guy surnamed Cheng myself. If he doesn't care, I'll go find his wife. If neither of them cares, I'll have my husband go find that guy surnamed Cheng and settle the score."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Jia, who had initially been somewhat dismissive, was instantly stunned and exclaimed in disbelief, "You have a husband? Why didn't you say so earlier? Didn't you always claim to be single?"

Cheng Jia stared in disbelief, then asked suspiciously.

"That doesn't make sense either. Why would your husband want to see my dad?"

"I'm married, but I'm still single."

Wu Jing crossed her arms, her long, straight legs barely visible beneath her semi-transparent gauze dress. She said arrogantly, "I used to be Cheng's mistress. But then I was afraid his wife would find out and cause trouble at the company, so your dad arranged for me to come in. I got the position of administrative director through my own hard work."

"Besides, your dad actually knew all along, but he was too ashamed to do anything about it. I've been working so hard to take care of the two of them, and you can't even afford to buy me a real handbag?"

Wu Jing looked at Cheng Jia with a grim expression and said, "If you don't buy me a real bag, then let's fight to the death! I want to see if this Cheng guy has any shame. Like father, like son; if word gets out and your dad gets so angry he dies, don't blame me!"

The entire store was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Lu Yang stood behind the counter, his face expressionless, but a hint of anticipation crept into his eyes.

What a show!

He's been running the shop for a year, and this kind of spectacle is a rare sight.

However, looking at Wu Jing's slender waist and captivating beauty, Lü Yang couldn't help but sigh. No wonder she could bewitch this father and son; this woman truly had something special.

Cheng Jia was completely dumbfounded. When he came to his senses, his face turned pale. He never thought that one day he would become the one who took the fall. If this got out, his good days would be over. Helpless, Cheng Jia gritted his teeth and said coldly.

"Fine, I give up. After buying this bag, we're breaking up for good. I'm tired of this anyway. Hurry up and pick one, then get out of here!"

"If you can't do it anymore, just say so. And say you're tired of it. It's really shameful."

Wu Jing snorted coldly, and when she looked at Lü Yang, the icy expression on her face transformed into a charming smile as she said with a smile.

"Boss, bring out the most expensive bag in the store, I want the most expensive one!"