Shen Zhou is reborn in the capital in 2003 and opens an unassuming secondhand luxury shop in a Beijing hutong. Back then, the luxury goods business is practically a desert, and he plans to make his mark. People in China have yet to understand how luxury prices rise and fall, rare discontinued pieces are sold off as junk, Korean pop culture is sweeping through the film and television industry, and domestic fashion has no foothold. The day he gets his shop up and running, a ponytailed girl turns up at the door, clutching a Chanel bag with shining eyes. “Boss, could you take a look and tell me what this bag is worth? My name is Yang Mi.” Shen Zhou pauses. Of course he recognizes her face. In a few years, this girl will be famous across Asia. But right now, she’s standing on tiptoe and leaning in to whisper, “Hey, could you give me a little more? I really need the money.”
Later, another girl arrives, quiet and reserved, wearing a white scarf and holding a vintage bag. Is her name Liu Yifei? Shen Zhou keeps busy, too: picking up old monogrammed trunks at street stalls, buying rare couture pieces at villa-community clearances, and snapping up mountains of celebrities’ unwanted clothes. What others see as old junk is, in his hands, a collection of future sky-high-priced classics! He buys low and cashes in on the boom, while System rewards keep supplying authentic, discontinued luxury goods. Starting from an unknown little shop in an alley, he makes his way up, opens a vintage boutique, becomes the stars’ personal stylist, and takes control of the entertainment industry’s fashion connections! He makes his first fortune bargain-hunting and stockpiling, builds top-tier star connections by styling rising talents, and steers the entertainment industry with scripts in hand. From a street-corner appraiser and shopkeeper, he climbs step by step to the pinnacle of the global luxury world! Shen Zhou can say it with confidence: Chinese style is the best!
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Are you writing a novel, or is the debate competition about to start, just messing around?