In front of a university in Beijing.
At five o'clock in the evening, this is the street where late-night snack stalls are set up.
There are many young people in the university, so there will naturally be many vendors outside the university.
Chen Pingsheng was wearing a straw hat and a thick Northeastern suit, while Song Yanxi was holding a small stool and tearing open a piece of pink cloth to sell her "fake" brand-name bags.
The price is five hundred each, a fair price.
Hermes, LV, Chanel, Kuqi and so on are also available.
She sells everything, but no one comes to buy. She has been putting it on display for almost an hour, and there are so many people coming and going.
The stall owner next door who actually sold fake bags was still smiling at them with merciless sarcasm.
Song Yanxi snorted angrily, "Old Chen, is the fake bag business so difficult now?"
"It's not difficult, the key is that the bags you sell are real!"
"I'm selling real bags, so why can't I outsell their fake bags?"
Song Yanxi began to doubt her life.
Chen Pingsheng thought for a moment and said, "I guess you're not as cheap as them. Five hundred each is hard for a college student to accept."
"I bought them back for over a million each."
Song Yanxi just refused to lower the price. There were a total of twenty bags hanging on her stall. She originally wanted to sell them all out quickly so that she could go home early to cook and take care of the flowers and plants.
Who knew it had been an hour and she hadn't even opened her mouth.
Chen Pingsheng's business is still good. He is selling durian again, at ten yuan per pound.
Don’t be surprised why it’s so cheap. The answer is that he went to Thailand and learned how to grow it domestically.
Theirs is made in Thailand, his is made in China.
Two more little girls came to the stall, both in their early twenties, one with short hair and the other with shoulder-length hair.
Her dress is quite simple. She is here to look at fake bags on the street stalls. Her family must not be very rich.
It is not easy to become a middle-class person nowadays, as the dividends of the times have completely disappeared.
The girl with short hair fell in love with the Hermès bag, and the girl with shoulder-length hair persuaded her:
"Don't carry this, it's too fake. The real thing costs more than 500,000 yuan. It's obvious that we can't afford it."
"Then which one should I carry?"
"Her brand is a bit too big, with bags costing hundreds of thousands of dollars each. Let's go buy a smaller brand!"
The girl with shoulder-length hair pulled the girl with short hair and wanted to leave. Song Yanxi thought, no wonder she couldn't sell this thing.
It turned out that it was too fake. This fake does not mean that her bag is fake, but when your identity does not match, if you carry a bag that originally costs hundreds of thousands of yuan, people will know it is a fake at first glance.
If you drive a Bentley, Rolls-Royce or something like that, it would be completely different.
Song Yanxi hasn't opened the business for such a long time, how could she let them leave so easily?
"Don't go, little girl. What if you just spend five hundred and buy a real Hermès bag?"
"That's impossible."
The shoulder-length girl said, "How can we buy real Hermès for 500 yuan? We are just poor, not stupid!"
Michelle Song: "Little girl, I haven't been open for an hour. Just buy one and take it home. Maybe you can actually buy the real thing."
The girl with short hair still likes that Hermès bag very much. She always feels that it is as fake as the real one.
It is very exquisite and there is no flaw when you open it.
If a bag like this is not fake, it will probably be expensive. Five hundred yuan for one is actually not a bad deal.
She could easily come up with the money.
"Xiaoqin, I love this bag so much!"
"If you like it, buy it. Don't carry it in school anyway. People will laugh at you."
"Well, I'll just buy it home and carry it occasionally."
Song Yanxi was so happy when the store opened. She even offered a buy-one-get-one-free promotion and also gave her a Chanel black crocodile-embossed lambskin handbag.
This bag is the cheapest one Song Yanxi owns, and its original price is more than 700,000 yuan.
Even if you sell it at a pawnshop, it can fetch at least 400,000 yuan.
"Little girl, buy one get one free for your business opening. Grandma, let me remind you, don't give these bags away casually. If your family is in financial difficulty or you're stuck with any financial problems, take these two bags to a pawn shop or luxury goods recycling store to try them out. You might get a surprise."
The two bags together cost two to three million, which is enough to easily meet the needs of an ordinary person.
I don’t know if the girl listened to me or not, she just nodded and took the two bags back.
However, what happened later still made Song Yanxi extremely relieved. Three years later, something big happened to this little girl, and it was caused by her brother.
Her brother fell in love with a girl, and the girl asked her family for a dowry of nearly 500,000 yuan. Her parents scraped together the money from all over.
As a result, the girl's family changed their minds and continued to increase the conditions for marriage.
Her brother was so angry that he didn't even want to get married, and took people to the girl's family to return the betrothal gift.
The woman spent all the money in just a few months, so she had no money left for him.
The two families started fighting right away. Her brother hit the man a little harder and seriously injured him. He was the one who started it first.
Although he was right, it was still wrong for him to start the fight first. The girl's family demanded another 800,000 yuan in compensation from them.
Otherwise, her brother will be sent to jail.
Her brother was really fierce. He kept hitting the woman in the face, and the whole family was very anxious.
The short-haired girl thought that she could get every penny she could get from the bag, and when she took the bag to sell, she was shocked.
It is actually worth more than three million yuan, and can be sold for 2.8 million yuan second-hand.
What she was given was 2.5 million.
This scared the short-haired girl, and it was only then that she remembered what the old lady said when she sold her the bag.
She was almost certain that the old lady knew very well that the bags she was selling were real.
That's why I reminded her afterwards that when something happens at home, she can take these two bags and try them out.
Maybe there will be a surprise?
This isn't a surprise at all; it's like pie in the sky.
With these two million, her brother's problem can be completely solved, and her parents won't have to worry and stay awake all night.
When the short-haired girl went to look for the old lady again, Song Yanxi was gone.
Of course, this was all a few years later.
Song Yanxi was very happy about the opening of the business. She couldn't complete her goal for today, so she took the 500 yuan she earned and treated Chen Pingsheng to a barbecue.
The two haven't eaten this kind of roadside snack for many years. One reason is that it is unhealthy, and the other is that they don't like to eat food with too strong flavors now.
Chen Pingsheng also said to her, "It's just selling a bag, why are you so happy?"
"Of course I'm happy. This is what they call doing good deeds without leaving a name."
Song Yanxi laughed heartily. "Do you think that little girl would be very surprised if her family ran into financial difficulties in a few years, or even ten years, and she took those two bags to sell?"
"I'd be surprised too."
Chen Pingsheng asked her, "Is this why you sell real bags as fake ones?"
"What else?"
Song Yanxi laughed exaggeratedly and said, "From today on, I, Song, will do good deeds in the world as an unknown old lady, just to make a small wish to God, that I can be your wife again in the next life.
"Chen Pingsheng, if you come here, will you still marry me?" (End of this chapter)
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