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

Twenty minutes later, a Ferrari roared to a stop in front of the secondhand store.

Upon hearing this, Lü Yang shuddered. He knew who it was. As soon as he stood up, Chen Yao pushed open the door and entered the room. Chen Yao's outfit today was also well-prepared. She was wearing a deep V-neck crystal halter sequined dress, with rare crystal halter stockings on her thighs and transparent strappy sandals on her feet. Under the light, her straight, jade-like legs exuded a crystal-clear yet fleshy allure, practically glowing white.

"Lu Yang, where do you think you're going? Stop right there!"

Upon hearing this, before she could even pour herself a cup of tea, Chen Yao, who rushed over in a flurry, pushed her against the wall.

Chen Yao leaned against the wall with one hand, a strand of black hair on her delicate face. She was almost completely pressed against Lü Yang's nose, and a strong and aggressive perfume scent instantly filled Lü Yang's nostrils.

"Explain yourself. Did Leng Yuqing drug you? Selling it to her will save you over ten thousand. So, even though we've known each other for a year, my reputation is less important than that of a vixen I've only met twice?"

Chen Yao ground her teeth, her voice tinged with a sour temper.

Before Lü Yang could speak in his defense, Chen Yao's gaze fell on the table, and her eyes became suspicious again.

"Wait, how much did you pay for Leng Yuqing's replica bag?"

Upon hearing this, Lü Yang remained calm and composed, uttering three words.

"Thirteen thousand!"

Chen Yao was stunned at first, then looked on in disbelief.

"Thirteen thousand? It's just a high-quality replica bag. You're going to spend thirteen thousand to buy it back?"

Chen Yao grabbed Lü Yang by the collar: "I have a ton of high-quality replica bags at home, and you don't want any of them, but you buy those vixen-like girls and only give me a 500 yuan red envelope! Lü Yang, answer me, in what way do I not compare to her!"

She had a strong grip; her long legs, encased in crystal stockings, were slightly raised, and the straps of her sandals dug into her soft flesh, creating a striking visual effect.

Upon hearing this, Lü Yang was about to speak, asking how many bags he had and to bring them all over, when a warning came: enticing customers was not allowed, otherwise all transactions would be invalid.

Left with no other choice, Lü Yang could only look at Chen Yao's fair legs and say...

"She's different!"

Seeing this, Chen Yao leaned close to Lü Yang's ear with seductive eyes and spoke in a captivating tone.

"No wonder it's different; we're all old friends. Rather than letting outsiders benefit, let me, your older sister, take advantage!"

"I not only possess the same skills as Leng Yuqing, but I'm also stronger in them. Would you like to give it a try?"

Lu Yang's throat moved, but before he could refuse, Chen Yao blocked his escape route with her actions.

"..."

Half a day later, Lü Yang slumped into the boss's chair, lit a cigarette, and felt a slight ache in his lower back and a buzzing in his head. As he buttoned his shirt, he couldn't help but sigh. These fake socialites really had some skills. They were simply too good at it. Leng Yuqing was a vixen, and Chen Yao was a ruthless devil who would devour people without spitting out the bones.

"Tsk!"

Standing in front of the dressing mirror, Chen Yao looked at her perfectly intact crystal stockings before teasing Lü Yang, "After clearing out your inventory for two days in a row, you still have the energy to compete with me. Looks like Boss Lü is quite diligent in his workouts!"

Lü Yang said weakly, "Stop messing around. If I sell another bag, I'll be dead right here today. What kind of training is this!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Yao chuckled and walked over in her transparent sandals. She lightly kicked Lü Yang with the toes of her crystal-stockinged feet, gave him a charming smile, and tossed her old bag onto the table.

"Alright, if you're not dead, get up and help me see how much this is worth. Make up the difference. We agreed beforehand that you can get a 10,000 yuan discount if you sell it to Leng Yuqing, but the price for this Birkin 30 bag you sell to me cannot exceed 105,000 yuan."

Lu Yang nodded repeatedly, but he was also a little annoyed. He had originally planned to sell it for 100,000, but after all the trouble the other party had caused, he would have to spend 5,000 less to buy some supplements.

He scanned it with the system and found that Chen Yao's old bag was in slightly better condition and could fetch 70,000 yuan on the second-hand market.

"This bag is worth 70,000, you can add about 35,000 more!"

Lu Yang took out the contract and had the other party sign it.

Chen Yao readily completed the transfer, then walked behind Lü Yang, gave him a big kiss, and said with a charming smile, "Thanks, little brother. I'll definitely spread the word in the group chat another day, saying that you're not only a great value for your money, but also a very decent person."

Lu Yang wiped away the red mark, looked at the crystal stockings on the other person's body, and asked as if possessed, "Don't you throw these stockings in the trash?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Yao lifted her skirt and turned around, the crystal halter top faintly visible at the base of her fair thighs: "Boss Lü wants to keep a souvenir? That's not impossible, but I think you'd prefer me to walk back wearing it, as that would give you a greater sense of conquest."

Lu Yang gasped, giving a thumbs-up in admiration: "You do know more than Leng Yuqing, but I'm begging you, please don't come these next two days. Let me rest for a couple of days; I'm getting a bit too tired."

"Tsk!"

"Is Boss Lü failing?"

Chen Yao said with a look of disgust.

"I can't?"

Lu Yang stubbornly insisted, "My wallet is about to give out, I need to slow down first."

Chen Yao stared at Lü Yang, and after sizing him up, she couldn't help but smile. She could tell that Lü Yang didn't care about a few thousand yuan at all. When he made the payment just now, he didn't even blink, which was completely different from his previous calculating manner.

"Alright, you know you're physically weak, don't try to put on a brave face."

Chen Yao leaned in again and gave him a quick kiss before exhaling softly, "Sister is leaving now. You should close up shop early today to recuperate. I'll come back to visit again tomorrow when you're all better."

Watching Chen Yao sway gracefully as she drove away in her Ferrari, Lü Yang felt a sudden cramp in his calf.

He leaned against the doorframe, looking at the old bags piled up on the table again, and his eyes twitched.

"Close down. We have to close for a day tomorrow!"

"If this kind of business happens again, forget about Tomson Riviera, I'll go straight to the crematorium and line up."

After shaking his head, Lü Yang looked at the bag on the table again: a Hermes Kelly 32 (inner stitch/Retourne) in gold brown. This Kelly 32, in average condition, with softened leather and wear on the four corners, is worth around 70,000 yuan.

However, after Lu Yang's renovation and the Hermès Kelly 32 being restocked by the boutique, the price is usually around 100,000 to 120,000 yuan.

They could make a profit of 20,000 to 30,000 yuan just by reselling them.

Thinking that he could earn 30,000 to 40,000 yuan a day by short-sightedly, Lü Yang gritted his teeth and decided to do it, willing to endure even more hardship.

If all else fails, get some highly nutritious medicine; you won't lose anything anyway.

After Lü Yang finished renovating, there was another knock on the door, followed by a sweet, delicate voice.

"Hello, boss, I'm here to fix a problem."

"Please come in!"