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

Seeing that Lü Yang was listening attentively, Song Ya relaxed and chatted for a while before remembering her business.

"By the way, Mr. Lü, I'm here today because I'm looking to cause another problem."

As Song Ya spoke, she took out a large dust bag from beside her.

Lu Yang quickly replied politely, "Sister Song, you don't actually need to make a special trip to get your item back. Just send me a message on WeChat, and I'll come right to your door to collect it. I guarantee you'll be satisfied."

Upon hearing this, Song Ya's hand paused slightly, and a look of melancholy appeared on her beautiful face. She let out a long sigh.

When Lü Yang saw this expression, his heart skipped a beat. He wondered if he had said something wrong and quickly tried to salvage the situation: "I would welcome Sister Song anytime. My shop would be honored if Sister Song Ya came."

Hearing this, Song Ya shook her head and forced a smile: "It's nothing. I felt a bit suffocated staying at home, so I took the opportunity of selling bags to come out for a walk. Otherwise, I wouldn't have come so early in the morning."

Lü Yang instantly understood: once you enter a wealthy family, it's like entering a deep, dark sea!

It seems that either a major crisis has occurred at home, leading to a tight cash flow, or she has argued with her husband or even is facing divorce, which is why she is rushing to clear out her belongings to get some cash.

Even if Lü Yang saw through it, he wouldn't ask further. Otherwise, who would make up for the money he was short? After changing the subject, he took the dust bag.

Upon opening it, I found a Hermès Birkin 30 bag in classic black and gold, made of Togo leather.

The item was definitely genuine, but when Lü Yang touched it, he thought to himself that it was a terrible waste.

A perfectly good luxury bag was used by Song Ya so badly that it looked like a plastic bag for carrying vegetables at the market.

The four corners are severely worn, the handle is blackened, and the hardware is covered with scratches.

Lu Yang calculated that if this bag were brand new, it would easily fetch over 100,000 yuan in the secondhand market, but the battle-damaged version that Song Ya had would only be worth around 70,000 yuan in the secondhand market.

Normally, if the other party makes a mistake, Lü Yang would offer around 69,000 at most, and might even offer 1,000 less, while his peers would offer around 65,000 or 66,000.

"Sister Song, this bag is in a bit of a worn-out state, but the design is classic."

Lu Yang put down his bag and offered a very reasonable price, saying seriously, "I'll be frank, around 70,000. Is that acceptable?"

Upon hearing the number 70,000, Song Ya's eyes lit up slightly, and a look of satisfaction appeared on her face.

"Boss Lü, you are indeed very generous in your dealings."

Song Ya sincerely said, "To be honest, I asked about this bag at another store last month. They were able to get it for 63,000 yuan because of the severe wear and tear. Some were only around 60,000 yuan, and 70,000 yuan would be quite satisfactory."

She paused, then said with a touch of melancholy, "These are the first batch of bags I bought. I'm planning to do a complete decluttering soon and get rid of them all to buy a new batch."

Hearing that everything was cleared out, Lü Yang was overjoyed and immediately seized the opportunity: "Sister Song, I don't just collect bags, I also sell all kinds of trendy items. If you need something new, you must come and support your little brother's business!"

If the other party buys it, he can easily get a discount on the game. Anyway, the cost is not high. With a flash of inspiration from the system, it can be refurbished directly.

"No need to say anything, I really want to buy it. I'll be the first to support you, okay?"

Hearing this, Song Ya was amused by Lü Yang and said with satisfaction, "However, I still have some unused bags at home. I'll choose some over time, pack them all up and sell them, and then buy new bags."

"It's a deal!"

On the surface, Lü Yang remained calm and collected, but in reality, he was overjoyed. Song Ya was simply his destined money-spending girl!

Using hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of luxury goods as junk, the more worn they are, the lower the price they can be purchased. But this is not a problem for me at all. As long as the system can make the fake real, it can be directly refurbished and the battle-damaged version can be instantly transformed into a brand new boutique item!

This strategy of buying low and selling high is absolutely risk-free and highly profitable.

Blood earned!

After signing the contract and transferring the money, Lü Yang looked at the Birkin bag on the table and tentatively asked, "Sister Song, this is one of the first bags we bought, so it has some sentimental value. I won't put it up for sale yet; I'll keep it for half a month. If you change your mind someday, you can come back and redeem it."

Upon hearing this, Song Ya paused slightly in putting on her coat, a hint of self-mockery and determination flashing in her eyes.

"No need to keep it."

She said softly but firmly, "What's past is past. It's annoying to keep it at home. Selling it will bring peace of mind."

Upon hearing this, Lü Yang instantly understood. It seemed that it wasn't that her family had gone bankrupt, but rather that there were problems in her relationship. These first batch of bags were most likely gifts from her husband when their relationship was good. Now that their relationship had broken down, it was normal for them to look disgusting.

Thinking of this, Lü Yang didn't mention the bag again. Following Song Ya's topic, he chatted with her like an old friend, from the latest high fashion to the tea ceremony in Jiangnan. They talked for a good half hour until the worry on Song Ya's face completely disappeared. Only then did he see her off with a smile.

Seeing Song Ya's satisfied expression and her waving to him after getting into the Porsche, Lü Yang couldn't help but chuckle.

A huge batch!

At this point, whether or not he could actually hit the other person was no longer important; any bag could be used to make Chen Yao cry out for her father.

Watching the Panamera's taillights disappear into the distance on the street, Lü Yang turned back into the shop, poured himself a cup of tea, and looked at the platinum bag on the table that was about to become worth 100,000 yuan, and a smile spread across his face.

He rubbed his hands together, staring at the battle-damaged Hermès Birkin 30 on the table.

"System, the simulation has become real!"

【Ding dong! 】

[The target product is genuine; it will be automatically converted to a repaired/refurbished product to brand new condition!]

As the light swept across, the originally badly worn corners instantly regained the full grain texture unique to Togo leather, the blackened handle became dry and clean, and the messy scratches on the hardware disappeared without a trace.

In an instant, a secondhand, tattered item that had been treated like a plastic bag was transformed into a flawless, authentic luxury product from a boutique, exuding a captivating leather aroma!

"Turning 70,000 into 100,000, chatting with a beautiful older sister for half an hour, and making a quick buck of 20,000 to 30,000..."

Lü Yang leaned back in the boss's chair and burst into laughter.

This isn't opening a shop, this is practically coming to earth to enjoy life!

The only downside is that he's a young man who can't control his temper. At his age, his body is as strong as a steel plate. When he looks at the other person, he always has inappropriate thoughts. He'll have to take care of it after get off work.

Thinking of this, Lü Yang suddenly thought of Leng Yuqing, and then of Chen Yao.

Pick up your phone, find the right angle, and take some high-definition, high-quality photos of this Hermès Birkin 30 and the Chanel CF medium.

After taking the photo, Lü Yang's finger hovered over the send button on WeChat Moments for half a second, but he didn't post it.

Making a fortune quietly is the way to secure a livelihood.

Song Ya has a friend who gave her the same battle-damaged version of the same model. The next day, he posted two brand-new, authentic versions of the same model on his WeChat Moments. Anyone would find that suspicious. If Song Ya saw it, it would be hard to explain.

Should I lie and say that I have an ancestral magic wand that can make everything new?

As for other individual customers, Lü Yang was too lazy to send out mass promotions to each of them; it would be too low-class and wouldn't fit his persona as the owner of a high-end secondhand luxury goods store.

After a moment's thought, Lü Yang directly sent the two luxury bags to the two most suitable candidates, Chen Yao and Leng Yuqing.

One of these two women is a socialite in the fake socialite circle, while the other is Leng Yuqing, whom he casually urged. She is a major client of the other party, and he doesn't know anyone else. Before binding with the system, Lü Yang couldn't get a single gold coin.

As the saying goes, prostitutes are heartless, actors are ungrateful; once the money transfer stops, all feelings vanish.

He couldn't generate any gold coins; he was just an ordinary shop owner. Although he had no grudges against the other fake socialites, their relationship was cold and distant.