I Just Opened a Recycling Shop, and Half the Socialite Circle Is in Shambles

My family went bankrupt, and I used my last hundred thousand to open a luxury goods resale shop.

On opening day, a socialite came in to sell a platinum handbag.

I checked the hidden mark on the bottom of the bag. “This bag left my shop just last month. The buyer was registered as a Mr. Chen.”

The socialite’s face went pale. Her best friend’s went even paler.

I looked at the two of them and quietly brought over some tea. Well, here we go again: another showdown.