Yihan was really curious. This grandma only knew how to make money by eating, drinking and having fun? It seemed unlikely.
Mrs. Ouyang smiled and said nothing, gave up, and led people to a park. Many people were setting up stalls in the garden, selling clothes, small animals, shoes, and daily necessities.
Mrs. Ouyang personally took the black snakeskin bag from the servant and poured out the contents. They were old things she had used. Bags and shoes were all second-hand goods.
She placed the things one by one, it looked like the same thing, and smiled proudly.
Yihan, who had been beside her, was speechless, "Grandma, do you sell second-hand goods?"
How can this be considered a way to make money? These things themselves are valuable and have costs.
Mrs. Ouyang said plausibly and complacently, "Yes, I don't need these things anymore. They are all lying idle. It's better to sell them and make some money."
She felt that she was so smart and could come up with such a great idea. She was indeed a genius.
Yihan sincerely expressed that she was very tired, fell down, and couldn't communicate, "This doesn't work, the method is wrong."
"What's wrong?" Mrs. Ouyang was particularly confident, "You didn't say you can't sell your own things."
The little guy's head hurt, and he finally understood the reason why daddy's mouth often twitched.
"this……"
Mrs. Ouyang smiled happily and said, "This is not a foul on my part."
The little guy couldn't resist her, so he had to compromise, "Okay, let me see how much you can sell it for? Remember, it can't be less than two-thirds of the original price."
He learned a lesson and set boundaries.
Mrs. Ouyang looked at the shiny LOGO and was full of confidence, so she did not object, "No problem, these are all famous brands. This bag alone is worth hundreds of thousands."
The big one and the small one stood there for more than half an hour, getting a little impatient. Finally, a customer came over and picked it up casually. "This fake is quite real. How much does it cost? Three hundred yuan, can you sell it?"
Mrs. Ouyang's overwhelming confidence was like a bucket of ice water being poured down on her, and she was so shocked that she almost vomited blood.
A bag worth hundreds of thousands, three hundred yuan?
This price difference is too large and unacceptable.
"Come on, I won't sell to a person with no vision like you."
The middle-aged woman curled her lips disdainfully, "What are you doing? You're just selling fake goods."
Mrs. Ouyang was furious and collapsed completely, "What did you say? Blind your eyes, this is the real thing, it's all real."
The woman was picky and showed a calculating shrewdness.
"The real thing will be put up here for sale? Who are you trying to trick?"
Her contemptuous tone made Mrs. Ouyang's forehead beat with anger.
You can't even tell the difference between genuine and fake, it's tasteless.
The little guy was so amused, why was he so happy? "Auntie, you are so smart."
The middle-aged woman raised her round chin and said with great pride, "Of course."
Mrs. Ouyang glared angrily, "Yihan, don't cause trouble."
Yihan kept snickering in her heart, but she looked innocent on her face, "I didn't say anything, grandma, don't be mean to me, I'm scared."
Why would you choose a place like this to sell second-hand luxury goods? Most people here are working-class people and cannot afford such luxury goods.
The onlookers were pointing their fingers, "How can you lose your temper with a child? Children can't lie."
Mrs. Ouyang was ashamed, angry and annoyed, "These are genuine products. Children cannot understand them. You are welcome to go to the specialty store to inspect the goods."