Ji Shu, who was suddenly cueed by Jiang Yao, was stunned for a moment, and then asked: "Where I bought it is none of your business, why should I report it to you?"
Feng Meizhu also reacted and united with her friend: "Yes, who are you? Why should I tell you?"
"Ha", Jiang Yao chuckled and looked at the two of them with a mocking expression, "Are you afraid to say it or... you don't know at all?"
Hearing this, the salesperson carrying a bag next to him also turned to Ji Shu and Feng Meizhu with curiosity in his eyes.
The gaze from the brand salesman obviously irritated Feng Meizhu, and being questioned like this at the counter also made her very embarrassed. She raised her chin and faced Jiang Yao:
"Humph, so what if I tell you where I bought it in the United States? Have you, a country bumpkin, ever been abroad? I'm afraid you can't even spell the Hermès brand in English. Who do you have to question me here!"
"Yes!" Ji Shu agreed confidently, "When I was studying in the United States, I personally helped Meizhu bring it back. How could I not know? We just don't want to tell you, so get out of here and don't make trouble here."
Yes, hurry up and get out. Feng Meizhu turned to look at sales and ordered: "Don't you provide one-on-one service to VIPs? Now a wild dog has popped up here. Why don't you get rid of it quickly? Otherwise, it will affect my shopping today. I will definitely send an email to your brand headquarters to complain!"
If a VIP customer of the brand complains about store sales, you will lose your job.
The salary plus commission of luxury goods sales is much higher than that of ordinary white-collar workers. Sales didn’t want to lose this well-paying job, so he immediately said to Jiang Yao:
"I'm sorry, miss, this is our VIP service area. If you want to take a look, you can go to the general area over there. There are also sales people there who can receive you."
The salesperson saw that Jiang Yao had an extraordinary appearance and temperament, and it was obvious that he was a little bit different from the two distinguished guests in front of him. He was probably from the same circle, so he did not dare to look down on Jiang Yao, and his tone was quite polite.
"I hear you, no country bumpkin. This is the VIP area. You are not qualified to stand here." Ji Shu looked at Jiang Yao with disdain, as if he was a dog guarding Feng Meizhu as he did his duty.
Jiang Yao calmly watched Ji Shu jump up and down, and waited for her to finish speaking before she said lightly: "This Himalayan 28 Kelly platinum crocodile bag, which is limited to three pieces in the world, was not even given to the British Princess, but Miss Ji can actually buy it. I am curious. Isn't it very reasonable? Miss Ji is so anxious to drive me away, is she guilty of guilt? Or is she guilty of guilt? "
Jiang Yao noticed Feng Meizhu's bag from the moment they met.
This bag is limited to three pieces in the world, two of which were bought and collected by an old money family in the United States, and one was bought by a princess of a certain royal family in Europe. This information has been in the news for future generations.
Later, at a charity dinner, members of the Lao Qian family put one up for auction. It sold for a whopping 1.82 million yuan at Christie's auction house, and all the proceeds were donated to charities.
Tracing the whereabouts of these three bags, we found that they had never flowed into the hands of any Xiangjiang Kuotai.
Therefore, there is obviously something wrong with the bag Feng Meizhu is carrying.
In addition, Jiang Yao became even more suspicious after hearing the conversation between the two and that Ji Shu bought this bag from the United States.
At this moment, Ji Shu, who was accused of having a guilty conscience, his face was obviously paler than before, but he still spoke confidently:
"Joke, what do I have to feel guilty about? I have no obligation to satisfy the curiosity of a country bumpkin. Besides, I never said that I went to the counter to buy this bag in person. I got the bag based on my own connections. Why? Want to reveal it to you? This is my privacy!"
"Yes!" Feng Meizhu helped, "This is our privacy, there is no need to tell you! Get out of here!"
The salesperson also came over to persuade Jiang Yao: "Sorry, miss, you really can't stay here any longer, otherwise I will have to call the security personnel over, which will make the scene too ugly."
Jiang Yao only has one goal: Feng Meizhu, and does not want to embarrass sales: "Since it is a VIP reception area, then as a VIP of your brand, you should be able to stay here, right?"
Jiang Yao will be the VIP of this brand in later generations. You can become a VIP if your annual consumption reaches 1 million yuan.
But in this era, VIPs from later generations are obviously useless, so she can only accumulate consumption again.
After hearing her words, sales nodded.
Jiang Yao was about to ask about the current VIP standards when she heard Feng Meizhu take over: "Oh, you can only buy shirts from working-class brands, and you still want to be a VIP customer of Hermès? That's ridiculous!"
The monthly household income of the Chen family is less than 10,000 Hong Kong dollars. Although Jiang Yao married into the Chen family, she had never heard of any betrothal gift given to her by the Chen family, so Feng Meizhu expected that Jiang Yao would not be able to afford so much money.
Hearing what his friend said, Ji Shu laughed out loud: "That's right. If you want to be a VIP customer of Hermès, you must spend at least more than 1 million Hong Kong dollars per year with the brand. Do you have that much money in your pocket, country bumpkin?"
After saying that, the two looked at each other, and then both curled their lips at Jiang Yao with disdain.
Jiang Yao did not rush to retaliate against the two of them, but casually opened the Cambridge bag in her hand, took out a card and handed it to the salesman next to her.
Seeing the credit card, Feng Meizhu and Ji Shu were stunned for a moment, staring at the card blankly:
How come Jiang Yao has a black gold card? !
That is a black gold card with a maximum single credit limit of 10 million. No more than 20 people in Hong Kong can get this card!
She actually has? !
Before the two of them could digest the matter, Jiang Yao said to sales again: "I want all the bags displayed on that wall."
The tone was understated, as if what was spent was not money but papyrus.
"Are you sure?"
The salesman's hand holding the black gold card trembled, and his eyes were filled with disbelief.
The display on that entire wall is all the latest models, with about 20 bags, and the average price per bag is close to 100,000. In other words, the bags on that wall are worth at least 2 million Hong Kong dollars, far exceeding the VIP consumption standard of 1 million Hong Kong dollars. .
Feng Meizhu and Ji Shu were also shocked again: The country bumpkin actually bought an entire wall of bags?
Jiang Yao didn't even look at the two of them and nodded towards sales: "Can I stay in this area now?"
"Of course you can!" The salesman smiled from ear to ear. Not only can he stay here, he can also pee in it.
Then sales greeted his colleagues and gathered three people to serve Jiang Yao.
Jiang Yao slowly sat down on the sofa, drinking champagne, eating snacks, and enjoying the greetings from the salesmen, making Feng Meizhu and Ji Shu next to her feel left out.
Seeing Jiang Yao's appearance, Feng Meizhu was so angry that her face was deformed, and her teeth chattered: little bitch! Are you jealous of her on purpose? !
Ji Shu was also jealous, but now she wanted to get rid of Jiang Yao more quickly, so she took the opportunity to pull her friend's arm and whispered: "Meizhu, let's go to another store, it will be unlucky to see her. "
After saying that, Ji Shu stepped forward to take away the white Kelly bag that sales had just placed on the coffee table.
"Wait a minute," Jiang Yao stopped her and said to the three salesmen surrounding her, "Why do I think this bag looks a little strange, what do you think?"
Jiang Yao is now a super VIP, so the salesmen are naturally very cooperative with her, and they immediately stepped forward and stared at the white bag.
After all, we are dealing with genuine products every day. Someone soon found out the clues: "Hey, why are the wiring here single-stranded? I remember that three of the wiring here are double-stranded?"
"Yes! Double-stranded wiring is an important detail for anti-counterfeiting of our brand. There is something wrong with this package!"
Hearing the salesmen's conclusion, Ji Shu's face flashed with panic: "What do you know? This is a limited edition, so it is naturally different from ordinary styles!"
Feng Meizhu firmly believes that her friend Ji Shu will not lie to her: "Yes, this is a limited edition. You have never seen this model, so why do you say it is fake. I actually spent more than 800,000 Hong Kong dollars on the bag. How could it be fake!”
As she said this, she rolled her eyes at Jiang Yao hatefully and said to the salesmen: "Don't be deceived by a country bumpkin. She has a personal grudge against me, so she deliberately said there was something wrong with my bag!"
Feng Meizhu was so sure that the salesmen also doubted their own judgment. After all, the second young lady of the Chen family was fully capable of buying a real bag and would not buy a fake one.
But this limited edition is indeed difficult to buy. How did Mrs. Chen buy it?
Although everyone has doubts in their hearts, they just heard Feng Meizhu and Ji Shu talking about privacy, and they seemed to be very reluctant to tell the whereabouts of the bag.
Just as everyone was thinking, the sound of a spotlight suddenly sounded at the door——
Click, click, click, a group of reporters suddenly appeared out of nowhere, carrying long guns and short cannons and taking pictures of the store.
The sales staff in the store were all around Jiang Yao, and a person was left guarding the door. Reporters quickly poured in.
More than a dozen machines suddenly appeared in front of Feng Meizhu, surrounding her. The microphone was stretched directly in front of her: "Mrs. Chen, I heard that you carry a fake bag to go shopping at the counter. Is it true?"
"Mrs. Chen, why did you buy a fake bag? Is it because Mr. Chen doesn't provide you with household expenses? Has your relationship broken down?"
"Does Mr. Chen have a new love outside? Has it threatened your position as the main wife? Will you divorce Mr. Chen? Or will you choose to endure the humiliation and continue to enjoy the glory of the young wife of the Chen family?"
"Mrs. Chen, you didn't laugh at the working class last time that they couldn't afford jewelry. Since you are so rich, why do you buy fake bags? Is it vanity or poverty?"
The media asked one question after another, and their imaginations were extremely rich.
Feng Meizhu was surrounded by people, and the nightmare she had been photographed by reporters reappeared. Her face and lips instantly turned pale, and her whole body started to tremble.
She subconsciously wanted to ask her friend Ji Shu next to her for help, but she didn't even see Ji Shu's shadow. She turned around and saw Jiang Yao curling her lips provocatively at her outside the crowd.
Bitch!
I want to use the same trick against her last time again!
Feng Meizhu was so angry that blood rushed to her forehead, and she couldn't calm down at all: "I don't carry a fake bag! Stop taking pictures! Stop taking pictures!"
"Get out! Get out!" She yelled, waving the white Kelly bag in her hand and hitting the reporter. She didn't look like a lady at all.
When the reporters saw her like this, they took pictures even more enthusiastically. The audience loved seeing the wealthy lady going crazy or something like that!
Of course, I also took a close-up of the bag.
One reporter did not forget to put the microphone in front of the salesmen: "Did Mrs. Chen buy this bag in your brand store? Is the bag real or fake?"
Sales people are very aware of the influence of Hong Kong media. Once rumors spread that brand stores sell fake bags, they will probably lose their jobs.
So the salesperson who carried Feng Meizhu’s bag at the beginning explained:
"No! Mrs. Chen didn't buy this bag in our brand store. She bought it from a friend in the United States. This bag is limited to three pieces in the world. Even our store clerk has only seen photos of this bag and has never seen it before. Real objects.”
The implication is that their sales are unclear and do not know.
When Feng Meizhu heard this, she suddenly calmed down. Since sales didn't know whether the package was genuine or not, what was she afraid of?
In fact, from the moment Ji Shu suddenly disappeared, Feng Meizhu realized that there might be something wrong with the bag. However, she did spend more than 800,000 yuan to buy the bag. Even if it was fake, she could never admit it in front of reporters! Otherwise, she would have no choice but to lose face again in front of all the people in Hong Kong.
She decisively took the microphone from a reporter: "You heard it, sales didn't say that my bag was fake. My relationship with my husband is also very good. There are no problems. Don't make false claims."
"If you dare to distort facts and publish false reports again, I will sue you for defamation!"
Feng Meizhu pretended to be calm, her eyes coldly swept around the circle of reporters, and finally rested on Jiang Yao outside the crowd, which was full of warning.
Seeing her being so determined, the reporters were a little frightened and were about to retreat when they suddenly heard a female voice from behind:
"This bag is limited to three pieces in the world. Two of them were bought by Americans, and one was sold to a European customer. If you don't believe it, you can call the brand executives to verify it. They must have customer information in their system."
"Also, this crocodile leather bag is called Himalaya 28 Kelly. The leather is taken from the Nile crocodile. The scales are relatively large and mostly square. Because its color scheme is similar to the snow on the Himalayas, it is as white and flawless, so it is named Himalaya."
Jiang Yao didn't want to show her face in front of the media, so she took a sunscreen mask from the space and put it on with only her eyes exposed before speaking.
She continued: "Look at Mrs. Chen's bag. At first glance, it looks like crocodile leather and the color matches. But if you look closely, you will find that the scales of the leather are round in shape instead of square, so this leather comes from alligator." , not the Nile crocodile."
Following her words, the reporters and salespeople all stared at the bag carefully, and it turned out to be exactly what she said.
"Also, Hermès bags are all hand-sewn, so precise that we can control the number of stitches on each bag. This Himalayan bag requires 2,000 stitches. You can tell the authenticity by counting the number of stitches."
The information Jiang Yao mentioned will be very transparent in later generations, but in this era, only brand executives will know.
Reporters are the most truth-seeking people, and immediately someone started counting stitches quickly.
Seeing everyone being encouraged by Jiang Yao again, Feng Meizhu was so angry that her nails dug deeply into her palms: Bitch! This bitch! Why do you always have to go against her! Always trying to hurt her!
Receiving her resentful look, Jiang Yao raised her eyebrows and gave her an extremely provocative look.
Feng Meizhu's face instantly looked as exciting as her palette.
If she hadn't been surrounded by reporters, she really wanted to go up and tear Jiang Yao into pieces!
Just when she was gritting her teeth in anger, a reporter actually finished counting the stitches: "1890 stitches! Not 2000 stitches! Mrs. Chen is carrying a fake bag!"
Oh my God!
The reporters and salespeople present took a deep breath. Mrs. Chen was really carrying a fake bag!
Immediately afterwards, a stern and urgent voice once again confirmed everyone's guess: "This Himalayan Kelly is indeed a fake."
When everyone turned around, the salesmen immediately recognized the senior executive of the brand - Steven, the president of the brand's Xiangjiang District.
Steven came over and looked at Mrs. Chen apologetically: "Sorry, Mrs. Chen, your bag is indeed not sold by our brand."
Then Steven looked at the reporter again, "I just had a phone call with the US headquarters. The headquarters called the three customers who purchased this bag to verify. Currently, all three bags are in the hands of the customers and have not been resold. So Mrs. Chen It only includes products not sold in stores in the United States that are not our brand.”
"Also, I see that Mrs. Chen's bag is made of alligator skin, not the Nile crocodile we use. It can be inferred from this."
These words are exactly the same as what Jiang Yao said just now.
The reporters immediately put the microphone in front of Mrs. Chen:
"Mrs. Chen, now that the brand has confirmed that what you are carrying is a fake, what do you have to say?"
"Is your relationship with Mr. Chen really okay? Can you tell me how much money Mr. Chen gives you every month?"
"You have carried this brand of bags to dinner parties before. Are they all fakes?"
"Mrs. Chen, would you mind sharing with us the channel through which you bought fake bags?"
"..."
Questions one after another hit Feng Meizhu's pain point, and surrounded her like a tide.
First she was slapped in the face by Jiang Yao, then she was slapped in the face by the brand owner, and then she was besieged by reporters. Feng Meizhu was so embarrassed that she wanted to find a hole in the ground to crawl into.
She was breathing rapidly, her face was red, and there was a buzzing sound in her ears.
The calm aura she had regained before was completely shattered. She covered her ears with her hands, collapsed and shouted: "Go away! Go away! Don't ask me! I don't carry a fake bag!"
"I don't!"
"I was also deceived! Stop filming me..."
"Please don't shoot me, stop reporting on me, oh oh oh oh oh..."
From yelling to breaking down and crying to kneeling down to beg for mercy, Feng Meizhu perfectly interprets the process of madness of a wealthy lady.
Jiang Yao stood outside the crowd, with a faint curve on her lips.
