"You're from Versace's office? You're here to tailor a dress for Mu-Cheng? You've got to be kidding, right? Versace is a major international label, so how could the brand stoop so low and tailor clothing for a useless coward's wife?” said Yuan Yuan as she shook her head and refused to believe this.
She didn't have the right to get someone from Versace to personally come to her place to tailor clothing for her.
Qiu Mu-Cheng was merely the wife of a useless bum, so there was no way she could be eligible.
But after Yuan Yuan said this, she realized that her words weren't appropriate, so she quickly smiled and explained to Qiu Mu-Cheng, "Mu-Cheng, don't misunderstand, I wasn't trying to say that I'm looking down on you."
"I'm just trying to help you analyze the situation. After all, anybody who can get an international brand to send someone to your house and tailor clothes for you must be very rich or of very high standing. The number of people in Yunzhou who fit these requirements can be counted on one hand. Even though my husband is young and successful, he's not one of those, so you definitely couldn't be one of them either. So I'm sure this man is a cheat," said Yuan Yuan confidently.
"Miss, I think you're mistaken. I'm really the head of Versace's branch in Yunzhou," explained the middle aged man.
"Ha! So you refuse to admit it? You think that I won't be able to expose you just because you refuse to admit it? Mu-Cheng has never worn clothing from luxury brands, so if you try to fool her, you might get away with it. But too bad, you've run into me today. I've worn a lot of clothes from Versace and I know this brand very well. I have a million and one ways to expose you."
Yuan Yuan smiled coldly and walked towards the middle aged man as she said arrogantly, "Since you say that you're the head of the Yunzhou branch of Versace, then you should be very familiar with the all the designs and prices of each piece, right? I'm wearing a Versace jacket right now. Tell me, how much is this one?"
The man didn't answer her immediately. He looked at Yuan Yuan, then reached out to touch the fabric of the jacket she was wearing before saying, "Miss, I'm afraid you have some misunderstanding about our brand. The material, workmanship and the sewing of this jacket you're wearing is way different from our genuine jackets, so this isn't a piece from Versace at all."
"But if you insist on making me name a price for this jacket, then I'd say that it would cost about $90 to make and the market would sell it between $180 and $250."
"That's bullshit!" Yuan Yuan couldn't sit still the moment the middle aged man finished saying these things.
She was like a cat whose fur was all standing on end as she got up to shout angrily at the man.
"I spent $20,000 on this jacket and you say it costs $90 to make?! What nonsense!
You're just an idiot who doesn't know his stuff! How dare you say that my jacket isn't from Versace?! Are you blind? Can't you recognize the label on the jacket?" roared Yuan Yuan furiously.
She had saved up for many months before finally buying this jacket at $18,000 from a good online friend who specialized in buying international brands from overseas.
Apparently it was selling for around $25,000 within China.
But buying it back directly from Europe helped them to skip import taxes, so it was a few thousand cheaper.
She had spent so much money on this jacket only for someone else to call it cheap, so it was only natural for Yuan Yuan to get angry.
She had used this exact piece of clothing to brag in front of Qiu Mu-Cheng earlier too.
Now that this middle aged man was saying such things, wasn't that a big slap in her face?
"Of course I recognize the label. But that doesn't prove anything, does it? It only proves that you've bought a high quality imitation of ours,” continued the middle aged man with a calm expression.
Every word was like a sharp knife that stabbed deep into Yuan Yuan's heart.
"You can go to hell! You're the imitation goods! Everything you sell are imitations! Mu-Cheng, now you can tell that this guy is pretending to be from Versace, right? If he was really from Versace, then why can't he tell the real deal from a fake?"
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