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

The girl who entered through the door was a pleasing young woman, radiating youthful energy. She wore a light blue floral dress, her long hair cascading down her shoulders, and she possessed a pure and sweet temperament. Most importantly, she didn't have an aggressive perfume scent; instead, she exuded a light fragrance, like the subtle scent of someone who had just taken a bath.

"Boss, how much do you want for this bag?"

The girl looked at Lü Yang and carefully placed an orange dust bag on the table. She was first surprised that he was a store manager at such a young age. Then she blinked her big, watery eyes and spoke in a voice so sweet it seemed like you could squeeze water out of it.

When Lü Yang opened it, he found a Hermès Mini Lindy 20 in the classic elephant gray color.

Upon seeing the bag, Lü Yang's eyes lit up, and the system screen instantly popped up: [Authentic product, no hidden defects, virtually no signs of use.]

"It's in really good condition, practically brand new. You must not wear it often, right?"

As Lü Yang touched the soft leather, he began to calculate that the bag itself normally costs around 60,000 to 70,000 yuan.

However, it's practically impossible to buy a Mini Lindy directly at a Hermès boutique. You have to purchase other items in addition to meet certain purchase requirements before you're eligible to buy one. The actual investment required is around 150,000 RMB.

This condition would be worth around 100,000 RMB on the secondhand market, or even less.

"Hey girl, let me give you a heads-up, this bag is probably between 90,000 and 100,000, but I won't do this at a loss, so it'll be around 91,000. That's a pretty good deal, what do you think?"

After thinking it over, Lü Yang felt that he was being quite generous, barely making any money. However, the other party was a new customer, and he needed to build up a habit with them so that they would support him.

"Wow, really? Thank you, boss!"

The girl's eyes lit up, revealing two sweet dimples, and she said, "You're so kind! I went to two stores before, and the highest offer they gave me was 70,000, some only 60,000, saying the bag itself only sells for 60,000 at the boutique!"

Actually, Lü Yang wasn't very interested in nearly brand-new bags with little profit margin. Earning two or three thousand yuan was just a drop in the bucket for him right now. What he valued was the girl herself.

However, when the other party mentioned that someone had spent 60,000 to buy it back, he couldn't hold back anymore and said in disbelief.

"Sixty thousand?"

"The bag itself costs 60,000 to 70,000 yuan, but if you buy it at a boutique, you need to buy other items worth another 60,000 to 70,000 yuan to complete the purchase."

"This one's brand new. If I'm lucky, I can sell it for 100,000; if I'm unlucky, I'll still get 90,000. Which unscrupulous merchant is ripping me off like this?"

Lu Yang laughed in anger. No wonder he couldn't make money. When it comes to being ruthless, his peers are the real deal!

If this deal goes through, I'll make 30,000 to 40,000 yuan just from this one bag.

Looking at myself, I only earn two or three thousand.

Who would have thought that I, Mr. Lü, am such an honest and kind person!

"what?"

For a moment, Liu Shiyun was also dumbfounded, never expecting that selling a bag would involve so many twists and turns.

"Young lady, you're quite young, probably still in school. Who bought this bag?"

Seeing that he had agreed to sell, Lü Yang took out the contract and chatted casually.

Liu Shiyun blushed slightly and said somewhat embarrassedly, "My name is Liu Shiyun. I'm from the university next door. Someone kept pursuing me and forced this bag on me, but I don't like being too flashy. It's too hot to handle, so I'm planning to sell it to get some money."

Upon hearing this, Lü Yang gave a thumbs up. No wonder she has such a pure and innocent aura; she must be a university beauty queen. She doesn't even want the equipment offered by the rich second-generation simp.

"You mean Shiyun? Let's add each other on WeChat."

Lu Yang took out his phone and let the other person scan the code themselves before smiling and saying, "My shop has just opened, and what I need most are good customers. I consider myself a decent person, and I encourage you to compare prices. If your best friend or friend has a bag to sell or buy, feel free to bring it to me. As long as the transaction is completed, I'll give you a big red envelope."

"Anyway, if someone buys or sells a bag, let her compare them, and she'll know who's more honest. I'm not bragging, but I generally don't make money that's so unethical."

Upon hearing this, Liu Shiyun nodded in agreement: "Great! Brother Lü is truly righteous. I'll definitely help spread the word when we get back!"

After the transaction was completed, it was already dark. Lü Yang was exhausted from the day and didn't even want to eat dinner. He went straight to sleep.

The next morning, Lu Yang stood in front of the bathroom mirror, looking at the dark circles under his eyes. He couldn't help but feel heartbroken. Pointing at himself in the mirror, he said with all his might, "Lu Yang, you've been seduced by wine and women, and have fallen so low. You said you wanted to be a luxury goods tycoon, but all you think about is seducing a bunch of women."

After reflecting on his actions, he went to the pharmacy next door and bought a box of famous red-bottled beverages, as well as various highly nourishing foods. He also chewed on a handful of goji berries, and only then did he feel alive again. He felt that even if ten more fake socialites came along, he could still dominate the world and no one would dare to claim supremacy.

However, to Lü Yang's disappointment, a whole morning passed and he couldn't see a single soul in the shop.

Where are they?

He was all prepared, ready to feed the white tiger with his own body, but not only did Chen Yao, a fake socialite who devours people without spitting out the bones, not even the real noblewoman Song Ya, the pure school beauty next door, or even a single man come.

Lu Yang waited until noon, but he couldn't wait any longer, so he closed the shop and went to a roadside stall.

"Boss, give me thirty skewers of grilled lamb kidneys, sizzling and dripping with oil!"

After devouring thirty skewers of lamb kidneys in one go, Lü Yang wiped the grease from his mouth, feeling a surge of rage rising in his stomach. He instantly felt invigorated again, and swaggered back into the shop, ready to dominate the battlefield in King of Glory. Just as he opened the game, the shop door was pushed open. Seeing this scene, Lü Yang was speechless. He had only just started a game; if he went AFK, his teammates would be furious with him.

But this is a customer!

After weighing the pros and cons between his parents and his clients, Lü Yang decided that the clients were more important. If all else failed, he would just strike first and put pressure on his teammates. "If we can't even win a four-on-five fight, aren't we a bunch of useless guys?"

The visitor was a regular customer, a somewhat well-known freelance model named Li Mengyao.

She was called a regular customer, but we were just acquaintances. This was her third time coming. She wore huge sunglasses that covered most of her face. Her legs were white and straight under her tight-fitting pencil skirt, and they seemed to have lived longer than Lü Yang. Although her bust size was not as large as Chen Yao's, it was still just right. After all, large breasts would affect her ability to walk the runway.

As soon as she entered, Li Mengyao exuded a cold and aloof aura, like a queen looking down on Lü Yang.

The main reason is the height difference; the superior position gives him a powerful aura.

"What a rare guest, Sister Mengyao! Are you here to cause trouble again today?"

Lu Yang put down his phone and went straight to meet him.

Customers are like parents!

If his teammates insult Lü Yang's parents, then they are insulting Li Mengyao. What does it have to do with him?

"No, I just want to buy a bag to make a good impression."

Upon hearing this, Lü Yang's eyes lit up again. Buying bags would be even better; it would bring in funds, which was exactly what he wanted.

Li Mengyao took off her sunglasses, her gaze swept around the display case, and then she fixed her eyes on the top-quality item she had set her sights on. It was the replica of Leng Yuqing's bag that she had practiced to make it look real when the system was first bound to her.

Hermès Birkin 25 black and gold calfskin bag with gold and brown color scheme!