Days drift by; in the blink of an eye, another day passes.
Zhang Cuie takes out a set of keys to her family’s ho, which is not very big.
A three-bedroom, one-living-room layout with shared common area space amounts to one hundred square ters, feeling a bit cramped.
But to have a house in such a location is all thanks to the demolition of their old family house.
Although the community houses many residents, a hefty number, like her, relies on family-demolished properties to move in.
Her nearly thirty-year-old only son is still playing gas in his room, neither seeking work nor bringing ho a wife.
As his mother, the worry she’s carrying is beyond words.
"I’m telling you, can’t you do sothing more substantial than just playing gas all day!"
"Playing gas is my job, how can it not be sothing serious?"
Her son is a bit chubby, standing 175cm tall and weighing at 190kg.
After removing the headphones from his head, he says, "Mom, guess how much I sold that watch you exchanged the other day for?"
"How much?"
"850,000."
"Only 850,000? Didn’t you say it could sell for at least one million plus?"
Correct… She is that Liu Fen, her extrely good old friend.
Hearing this price, Zhang Cuie is displeased.
Her son explains, "It can’t be helped. Although you got the watch, without an invoice, it can’t be sold through official channels. Getting 850,000 for it was thanks to my good connections."
If you had connections, you wouldn’t be stuck at ho unemployed.
Zhang Cuie wanted to mock him, but to her surprise, her son claid that he was close to winning over a wealthy second-generation classmate.
The guy is really sothing; he took half of the 850,000 he just got and spent it on gifts.
According to his philosophy, as long as he gets together with that woman and marries her,
Then half of her family’s wealth would be his.
And his investnt today would surely bring a hundredfold return.
So of the stuff Zhang Cuie exchanged had been sold, and a large part was taken by her son to gift the woman.
With so much already invested, retreating now would an a significant loss.
Zhang Qiu’e says, "I don’t know what’s up with Liu Fen; she went out carrying a Hers bag today, check out this design, how much do you think it’s worth?"
Liu Fen likes to show off; she often takes pictures for her.
First, to win her favors, and secondly, mainly to have those items photographed in advance.
So she can restock from Guangdong.
Her son opens the photo on his phone, then imdiately sends it to a classmate who specializes in making counterfeit luxury goods in Guangdong.
The classmate quickly replies with a ssage, "This is the Hers Ginza Birkin, the genuine one is priced as high as 1.2 million US dollars."
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1.2 million US dollars?
Zhang Cuie is utterly shocked; is just one bag really that expensive?
Her son imdiately asks if there is any high-quality imitation available.
In Guangdong, what’s not available, it’s just the price is a bit high.
A super A-grade knockoff sells for just over ninety thousand each.
That’s nothing, as long as they can replace the original, what’s ninety thousand.
Zhang Cuie is now an old hand at this, initially nervous.
After succeeding once or twice, she started to grow bolder.
Especially with her son egging her on, insisting she had to do it.
Zhang Cuie calmly waits for the high imitation from Guangdong to arrive; she’s becoming increasingly diligent in buttering up Liu Fen these past few days.
Liu Fen isn’t a fool either, having traversed the south and braved the north, shouldered burdens, and worked in a state-owned enterprise for most of her life.
If only she paid a bit more attention, she’d imdiately notice sothing was off.
However, on the surface, she shows no sign and brings her daughter’s limited-edition Hers bag to hang out with her.
In no more than a couple of days, Zhang Cuie invites her to play mahjong, still at her friend’s place.
Liu Fen brings along Er Piya, saying there’s no one at ho to look after her, and she, as a grandmother, couldn’t neglect her.
Zhang Cuie sees the kid, not even three years old, without any sense of wariness.
She keeps her eyes on her bag throughout, promising herself to stop imdiately after swapping it this ti.
Never to do this again, regardless of whether her son can marry a wife or not.
She has no desire to spend her next life in prison.
Er Piya is cutely munching on fries, silent and sitting to the side.
After a brief round of mahjong, Zhang Cuie says she’s going to the kitchen to whip up sothing for them to eat.
They also called for Liu Fen’s help.
Liu Fen naturally went. If she hadn’t, how could she have let the cat out of the bag?
All that was left in the hall was Er Piya continuing to munch on snacks.
When they returned, Er Piya picked up her grandmother’s luxury bag that was placed on the chair and said, "Grandma, this one has beco a fake."
"You can’t say that recklessly!"
Zhang Cuie felt a jolt in her heart and imdiately scolded Er Piya for her childlike bluntness.
"Whether my granddaughter is talking nonsense or not, Zhang Cuie, you should know best!"
After Liu Fen countered her, Chen An’an imdiately took action with others—it was ti to catch them red-handed.
In a mont, the authentic bag had been swapped; impossible without an accomplice’s cooperation.
As long as a high-quality replica and the real item are found in this room,
then no one present can escape.
Because police can quickly determine the culprit from the invoices and the purchasing channels.
This is a bit of a thrill—this is the first ti she tead up with Er Piya to crack a swap-out case.
It just goes to show, after becoming wealthy, people’s hearts really can’t stand testing.
The police, who had been tipped off, imdiately sealed the room, and indeed found the genuine bag under the bed.
And the person responsible for the swap out was another one of Liu Fen’s close girlfriends.
Three good friends in total, two of them stabbing in the back.
Now, no matter how they try to argue their case, a fake bag without an invoice and a genuine one with proof
were swapped.
This is outright theft, with a very high case value.
Zhang Cuie was taken away imdiately, and her son beca an accomplice.
It’s funny how quickly the two confessed, the son especially quick to deny responsibility.
Convinced that this was all his mother’s doing, he was rely cooperating.
Now that the perpetrator is found, the next step is to trace the lost item.
Even Zhang Cuie’s own son, quick to confess and push the bla onto her—his beloved Xinyi,
he just wouldn’t confess.
The police have never seen such an outrageous bootlicker, throwing his own mother under the bus while still thinking about his beloved?
If the stolen items can’t be recovered, does he think he can get out without serving seven or eight years?
Stealing sothing worth tens of millions of US Dollars, by the ti Zhang Cuie can get out, I’m afraid both her feet would already be in the coffin.
Knowing what her son had done, Zhang Cuie first cursed him furiously, then cried bitterly.
After the crying, she imdiately ratted out that woman.
So rich second-generation heiress, nothing but a well-dressed, high-end an girl.
When the police found her, she staunchly denied accepting gifts from Zhang Cuie’s son.
What’s been consud, she’s definitely not spitting out.
If there’s jail ti to be served, that’s Zhang Cuie and her son’s problem, what does it have to do with her?
Once again proving that bootlickers, in the end, can truly end up with nothing.
The case itself is not complicated, a classic instance of insider cri.
Again, wealth moves hearts.
Human nature can’t stand the test.
Zhang Cuie herself will definitely be charged with major theft, as for her son, he can’t escape being an accomplice either.
And his classmate in Guangdong selling fakes, that’s for the Guangdong authorities to handle.
When Chen Pingsheng ca back, Chen An’an was still excitedly summarizing the experience.
Er Piya also gave herself props for her cleverness.
This was a job well done.
From start to finish, everything was arranged, and they even knew to inform the police in advance to wait there.
This did not give Zhang Cuie a chance to take the real bag away.
At less than ten years of age, having this kind of wit is already quite good.
As for Zhang Cuie’s family, no one will pity them.
Because those who are pitiful have aspects about them that deserve to be despised, her son included.
As for that woman, if she gives up the items, she could make the sentence lighter for Zhang Cuie and the others.
If she stubbornly refuses to hand them over, then their family really would rot in jail.
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