A few years ago, I accompanied my bestie to the Galeries Lafayette in Paris. She stared at the cherry pink Chanel CF with eyes like she met her first love. When the salesperson elegantly quoted the price of 7,800 euros, the sound of our two gasps startled the Italian old lady who was trying on shoes next door.
On the way back to the hotel, she frantically browsed the price comparison website, and suddenly handed me her phone mysteriously: “Look at the stitching angle of the lychee pattern of this lxybags·ru, it is almost a twin of the one I touched at the counter.”
Three months later, she came to have afternoon tea with that bag on her back. Facing the diamond pattern that was difficult to distinguish within five centimeters, I quietly transferred the quarterly bonus I had just received into the stock account.
After all, the money saved by using one-tenth of the price was enough for us to go to the Marais area to eat ten meals of confit duck legs.
One day, it rained heavily and her bag was soaked and thrown on the carpet. I took the opportunity to use a magnifying glass to study the gold-stamped logo on the lining.
Those who complain that “imitation products will break after three months of use” really need to update their knowledge. At least this bag has been through her gym locker, cross-city business trips, and two airport security conveyor belts, and the metal chain still glows coldly like the neck of a swan by Lake Montreux.