Capital City, outside a certain university gate.
By five in the evening, this place becomes a street full of late-night food vendors.
With young people concentrated inside the university, naturally, there are also vendors gathered outside.
Chen Pingsheng was wearing a straw hat and a rather thick Northeastern outfit, while Song Yanxi was holding a small stool, spreading out a pink cloth, selling her so-called branded "fake" handbags.
Fair and honest pricing, five hundred each.
Hermes, LV, Chanel, Gucci, you name it, she had it.
She was selling anything, but no one was buying; it's been almost an hour, and people were constantly passing by.
The vendor next door selling actual fake bags gave them a mocking smile.
Song Yanxi huffed, "Old Chen, is it really so hard to sell fake bags nowadays?"
"It shouldn't be, the issue is you're selling genuine bags!"
"I've been selling genuine bags, so why can't I outsell their fake ones?"
Song Yanxi was starting to question her life.
