Wan Cuilan looked at Li Zhaodi with relief.
Zhaodi is indeed a good child, and she stood up to speak for her.
"Zhao Di, this thing is too expensive. If this bag cost a few dozen or a few hundred yuan, your second uncle wouldn't say anything, but a few thousand yuan is inappropriate."
Pei Zhiwen spoke.
"Uncle, this bag costs several thousand yuan if sold to others, but it is made in our factory, so it doesn't cost much at all."
Li Zhaodi couldn't help showing off: "I heard from my mother that we can make thousands of yuan from selling a bag!"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present was stunned.
Can you make thousands of dollars in profit from just one bag?
They never knew that Pei Zhiqin's leather factory made so much money.
Wan Cuilan's expression became particularly strange. She clearly remembered that Pei Zhiqin told her that this was a bag she brought from abroad.
But Li Zhaodi said that she got it from her own factory and didn't spend any money at all.
So who is lying between the two of them?
"What I said is true! These two bags are really not expensive, so you don't have to return them to my mom, Auntie."
Seeing that no one spoke, Li Zhaodi thought they didn't believe her, so she spoke quickly.
However, Li Zhaodi was now intent on pleasing the Pei family and did not notice that she had inadvertently exposed Pei Zhiqin's lie.
Wang Ruizhen was also stunned.
She remembered Pei Zhiqin telling her that the leather factory had been losing money in the past few years, and only in the past two years had it started to improve and had paid off all its previous debts, but she didn't have much spare money now.
So when Wang Ruizhen learned that Li Zhaodi used a hair tie that cost ten yuan, she thought it was so luxurious.
But what she didn't expect was that Pei Zhiqin actually told lies in front of her.
It turns out their factory makes so much money.
Wang Ruizhen's eyes darkened, and she couldn't help feeling even more disappointed and heartbroken towards Pei Zhiqin.
Pei Zhiqin also hid her secrets from her relatives, fearing that they would take advantage of her.
Why do this?
Are they going to ask her for money?
“Is it so profitable to sell bags in the city now?”
Pei Zhiqiang was stunned.
He does farm work at home, but the money he earns in a year is not even enough to cover the profit from two bags.
This inevitably made his mind active.
Should he also go to the city to try his luck?
"Maybe I'm just not very knowledgeable, I can't see what's so special about this bag. If it's priced at several thousand yuan, will those city people really buy it?"
Zhou Wanhong looked at the bag again and again, shook her head and said.
I thought to myself, are people in the city really so extravagant? They spend thousands of dollars on a bag. This is too exaggerated.
"Well, since these two bags were taken out of the factory by Zhiqin, it means they didn't cost much. Wanhong and Cuilan, just accept them. It's not nice to push them around."
As soon as Wang Ruizhen opened her mouth, she ended the argument.
Zhou Wanhong nodded.
Wan Cuilan was still immersed in her own thoughts, and it took her a long time to come back to her senses.
Even after knowing that she didn't have to return the bag, Wan Cuilan didn't feel much joy in her heart.
Instead, there was a faint sense of suffocation.
She had realized that the person who lied was Pei Zhiqin.
She also said that the bag was brought back from abroad and cost several thousand yuan each.
She was happy for nothing.
The result is that it was produced by our own factory and we didn’t spend a penny.
How could Wan Cuilan be happy after being fooled like this?
She even suspected that the two bags were inferior and obsolete bags produced by Pei Zhiqin's factory, and in order not to waste them, they were given to herself and Zhou Wanhong.
When she thought of this, Wan Cuilan lost all mood to talk or laugh. She said "I'm sleepy" and turned around and went back into her room.
The other members of the Pei family also dispersed and went back to their own rooms.
Only Li Zhaodi was left standing there, with a confused look on her face and doubts in her heart.
It was obviously under her persuasion that both my aunt and my second aunt accepted the two bags.
Isn’t this a good thing?
But why couldn't she see how happy they were?
What went wrong?
…
Pei Tiantian lay in Wang Ruizhen's arms, yawning, and was carried to the bed by Wang Ruizhen.
Wang Ruizhen took off her little shoes and outer clothes before putting her into the warm quilt.
"Be good, go to sleep."
Wang Ruizhen patted Pei Tiantian's little back, and only left the room after Pei Tiantian fell asleep and started snoring.
Pei Tianyu and Pei Zihao are of the same age, but they sleep in the same room.
Pei Tiantian was only five years old, and Wang Ruizhen specially prepared a separate room for her. She was afraid that she couldn't sleep, so she would coax her to sleep before leaving every night.
As soon as Wang Ruizhen left, Pei Tiantian, who was snoring, suddenly opened her eyes.
Her pair of grape-like eyes were bright and sparkling, without any trace of sleepiness at all.
Pei Tiantian lifted the quilt, jumped off the bed, then ran out wearing her little shoes and taking her short legs.
She knocked on the door of Wan Cuilan's room.
The person who opened the door was Pei Zhiqiang. He was wearing a coat and yawning.
Pei Tiantian noticed that Wan Cuilan in the room had gone to bed to rest and fell asleep on the bed, making long breathing sounds.
When Pei Zhiqiang saw Pei Tiantian, he asked in confusion: "Tiantian, why are you here? Why aren't you sleeping so late at night?"
Pei Tiantian rubbed her eyes with her small fleshy hands and said with a pursed mouth: "Second uncle, Second aunt's new bag is so beautiful, can I touch it? Just for a moment, otherwise I won't be able to sleep."
Pei Zhiqiang was suddenly at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
He didn't think much about it and just thought that Pei Tiantian was just being curious as a child.
So he turned around, picked up the bag from the bedside table and handed it to Pei Tiantian.
Pei Tiantian finally saw the appearance of the bag up close.
Sure enough, this C brand bag is Chanel’s famous classic flap bag.
Pei Tiantian used her small fleshy hands to open the inside of the bag, found the innermost laser label, and used the moonlight to clearly see the serial number on it.
This number...
Pei Tiantian's eyes froze for a moment, and then she returned the bag to Pei Zhiqiang, raised her little face innocently and romantically and said, "Thank you, uncle. I'm going back to sleep!"
Pei Zhiqiang took the bag in confusion. Looking at Pei Tiantian's back as she ran back to the house with her short legs, he shook his head helplessly, "This girl!"
Pei Tiantian returned to her room. She took off her little shoes, climbed onto the bed with her little butt sticking out, and rolled into the warm quilt.
Her mind kept going back to the Chanel bag she had just seen.
Her guess was indeed confirmed.
Pei Tiantian had been Grandma Xiang's VIP customer for many years before the end of the world, so she naturally knew all of Grandma Xiang's bags by heart.
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