I became financially independent right after entering college.

Chapter 95: Isn’t it just vanity after all?

"I'll take care of these two myself."

Jin Xiaozhou stopped Chen Rongrong from being addicted to unpacking in time, and solemnly picked up the shopping bag containing the sketch and carefully tore off the plastic wrapping.

In the exquisite frame is a very clean full-length sketch. In the painting, Kim Hyo-joo is sitting on the bed with a bath towel wrapped around her and eating ice cream. Her every frown and smile is captivating, and every detail is beautiful.

Including Shan Meng who had been pretending to be nonchalant, the other three girls in the dormitory were attracted by the painting and reached the same consensus at the first sight.

The artist of this painting has very superb painting skills and must love Kim Hyo-joo very much, because Kim Hyo-joo in the painting is even more beautiful than she is in real life.

This painting clearly refines all the charming characteristics that Kim Hyo-joo displayed at different times over a period of time and brings them together on a static plane.

"Did Bai Chou draw this for you, or did you ask someone else to draw it?" Li Xue was silent for a moment and asked in disbelief.

"It must have been Bai Chou who drew this for me!"

Kim Hyo-joo held up the portrait as if it were the most precious treasure in the world, and said excitedly, "As soon as we arrived at the hotel, he asked the housekeeper to buy painting supplies, saying that he wanted to paint my portrait.

I thought he was joking at first, but I didn’t expect his paintings to be so beautiful…”

Kim Hyo-joo told the three of them the whole process of Bai Chou drawing for her that night, sharing the most unforgettable memory of her two days. She remembered those ten minutes very clearly.

Frankly speaking, nothing special happened during those ten minutes. Kim Hyo-joo was just sitting on the bed eating ice cream, and Bai Chou was just painting, and the two of them were chatting about ordinary things.

In the novel, it is just mentioned briefly.

But Kim Hyo-joo remembers it clearly, and she longs to share those ten minutes. The moment she finally sees the painting, the ordinary ten minutes before become unforgettable.

Looking at Kim Hyo-joo who was as cheerful as a silly roe deer entering early spring, Li Xue bit her lips lightly and subconsciously brought herself into it while listening to Kim Hyo-joo's description.

It's so romantic, just like Jack and Rousi in Titanic.

Chen Rongrong felt that Kim Hyo Joo was a little baffling.

At first she was interested in listening, but after listening to a few sentences, she found that what Kim Hyo Joo said was completely meaningless and could only be regarded as "water text" in urban novels, so she felt bored.

The painting is indeed beautiful, but it is just an ordinary painting after all. Is it worth showing off and praising it so much?
Obviously, the clothes, accessories, roses and luxury hotels are more meaningful. Jimei, you are focusing on the wrong point. I am not here to talk to you about this.

But Kim Hyo-joo kept talking, and Li Xue listened with great interest. Even Shan Meng beside her pricked up her ears unconsciously. Chen Rongrong, who didn't want to ruin the atmosphere, could only keep smiling and patiently agree from time to time, playing the role of those perfect listeners in "I Am a Singer".

After talking for three or four minutes, Kim Hyo-joo ended the topic temporarily with a feeling of being unsatisfied, and pursed her lips with a dry mouth.

"Cute."

Li Xue, who was full of envy and had no emotional intelligence, subconsciously turned to look at Shan Meng: "Has Bai Chou ever learned to paint? Why haven't I heard you mention this before?"

"Maybe I have learned it, but I'm not sure about the details."

Shan Meng was vague and not very sure.

Although Bai Chou did not show any achievement in painting during his junior high and high school years, Bai Chou came from a well-off family and had a wide range of interests, so it was normal for him to take classes privately for a while.

Still in Mygo, still in Mygo!

Kim Hyo-joo finally stopped talking, but Li Xue forced the topic to continue. Chen Rongrong, eager to end the conversation, leaned over to pick up the last shopping bag on the floor.

"By the way, Hyojoo, what's in this bag..."

"Oh, it's just a bag." When talking about the bag, Kim Hyo Joo was obviously not as excited as before. In her opinion, this bag was obviously not as worth showing off as the painting.

"Oh my god, a Hermès Birkin 25 with a milkshake platinum buckle!"

She took the bag out of the shopping bag without thinking. Chen Rongrong's eyes lit up instantly. All her envy and jealousy came together. She held the bag in her hands and looked at it over and over again, unable to let go.

"You actually recognize this bag?" Kim Hyo Joo asked subconsciously.

Chen Rongrong's joyful expression suddenly froze, and she felt a sense of disgust towards Kim Hyo Joo. She always felt that Kim Hyo Joo was intentionally or unintentionally telling her that she was a fake socialite who couldn't afford it but was very knowledgeable.

snort!
If you hadn't found a rich boyfriend, you wouldn't necessarily be better than me. Wouldn't you still be able to only watch and satisfy your eyes like me?
Noticing Chen Rongrong's strange expression, Jin Xiaozhou suddenly realized that what she had just said was somewhat inappropriate.

Fortunately, there were more than just the two of them in the dormitory.

"It's normal for Rongrong to know this bag. The Birkin is a classic Hermès style. Anyone who knows a little about Hermès will know this bag."

Li Xue briefly explained, then subconsciously asked, "By the way, Hyo Joo, how much did you buy this bag?"

"Less than 100,000."

"Less than 100,000?"

Chen Rongrong was slightly startled. She touched the bag twice, looking at it over and over again. "That's not right. I remember this bag costing 150,000 or 160,000 yuan second-hand. Did you get scammed?"

How could this bag be worth less than 100,000 yuan? Chen Rongrong immediately thought of two possibilities: either Bai Chou didn't know the price and gave Kim Hyo Joo a fake bag and quoted a random price, or Bai Chou bought a particularly old bag and gave it to Kim Hyo Joo...

Scumbag!

Jimei, we must keep our eyes open and not be fooled by these scumbags who send fake goods!

Many times, some words do not need to be said very clearly, others can understand what you want to express. At least Kim Hyo-joo understood Chen Rongrong's subtext.

Jin Xiaozhou snatched the bag from Chen Rongrong's arms, her expression instantly cold, and said, "The hotel we stayed in was just above Deji Plaza. We went downstairs to buy everything together."

We went to the store together to buy it, so how could we have bought a fake bag? The prices don’t match at all.

Li Xue, who has a little more knowledge of the situation, further explained: "Hermès is like this. Basically, all bags are sold with matching products. The second-hand price of popular new bags is even more expensive than the counter price.

For example, if you want to buy this bag at the original price in the store, you need to spend at least 200,000 yuan and buy some junk, which makes the total price 300,000 yuan. Once you resell the bag, the second-hand price will exceed the public price.

Bai Chou spent 300,000 yuan on clothes at Hermès last time. Men's clothing is a very unpopular product at Hermès, and its stock is second only to useless furniture. His shopping trip was like helping Hyo Joo raise horses in advance..."

Speaking of raising horses, Li Xue went on and on, saying that this was just the beginning. This bag was just a basic, common leather bag. Some limited edition, rare leather bags worth millions needed to be paired with goods worth millions. Hong Kong's Xiang Tai spends tens of millions a year raising horses. Beckham's wife Victoria has a Himalayan worth over two million...

Balabala, in short, it was a bunch of things related to Hermès's distribution mechanism, which covered up the awkward atmosphere caused by Chen Rongrong just now.

"So the bag Bai Chou bought for Hyo Joo is just an entry-level model?"

When Chen Rongrong thought about Xiang Tai spending tens of millions every year on raising horses and Victoria's Himalaya limited edition bag worth millions, she suddenly felt that Kim Hyo Joo's ordinary Birkin25 was nothing special.

It's very common, just like the Porsche and Maserati on the streets, which can be seen everywhere. It's obviously not as high-end as Koenigsegg and Bugatti, which are truly luxurious.

"Even the basic models cost hundreds of thousands, not everyone can afford it." Kim Hyo Joo hugged her beloved bag and was completely unmoved by the sky-high priced bags that Li Xue talked about.

She never longs for things that are obviously out of reach, nor does she take it for granted that "just because I've seen or heard of it, I own it."

Does it mean that a bag that costs over 100,000 yuan is worthless just because it is not as good as the top-level limited edition that costs several million yuan?
Does it mean that Porsche is not a luxury car just because it is not as good as Bugatti and Koenigsegg?

of course not.

The most important thing is that this bag is the style and color that Kim Hyo-joo likes, and it was given to her by Bai Chou.

As long as these three points match, even if it is not a Hermès worth more than 100,000 yuan, but just a Coach worth a few thousand yuan, Kim Hyo-joo will like it just the same and treasure it just the same.

"That's true." Chen Rongrong laughed awkwardly.

After a pause, Chen Rongrong suddenly widened her eyes and thought of something: "I remember Xiaoxue seemed to say that Bai Chou seemed to like the design style of Hermès men's clothing.

If he continues to buy clothes from Hermès, wouldn't that be like helping Hyo Joo raise horses? Will he continue to give you other bags in the future?"

"Who knows..." Kim Hyo Joo spoke vaguely, but she knew in her heart that it was a high probability event.

"Just tell him that it would be a waste of quota if he doesn't buy you a bag after raising horses. Besides, Hermès bags are so valuable, so just consider it an investment. He will definitely continue to buy you bags..." Chen Rongrong came up with a plan and gave Kim Hyo-joo some advice.

"Buying a bag is buying a bag, consumption is consumption, and all that investment and value preservation is nonsense." Kim Hyo-joo repeated what she had said to Bai Chou before.

"How can it be considered a scam? Bai Chou gave you a bag, and then you sold it for a higher price than the official price. Isn't that an investment?"

“Why should I sell the bag he gave me?
Selling or posting the things your boyfriend gave you is disrespectful to your relationship!" Kim Hyo Joo retorted.

I have plenty of money to spend, so why should I sell the things my boyfriend gave me? Every gift from my boyfriend, no matter how expensive or cheap, carries his affection for me.

Kim Hyo-joo had already made up her mind that unless Bai Chou was financially strapped and needed to sell bags to make ends meet, she would never sell anything Bai Chou gave her.

"That's true." Chen Rongrong smiled again, but in her heart she despised Kim Hyo Joo.

Bitch!

Stand and stand again!

You talk so nicely about love, feelings, and respect, just like you are the pure Shen Youchu or Bai Lianhua in the novel.

If Bai Chou took you to the presidential suite at the Ritz-Carlton, wouldn’t you have posted it on your Moments to show off?
Including clothes and bags, the gifts totaled more than 100,000 or 200,000 yuan. Didn’t you accept them?

If you are really capable, you shouldn't accept those things, and you shouldn't date him. Just like Mengmeng, you decisively withdrew when you saw that the economic gap between the two was too big.

Love and feelings, bah, just nice words.

After all, it's all about greed for material things and vanity.

"After all, aren't you still greedy for material things and vain?"

Gah!
Chen Rongrong, who was complaining a lot in her heart, suddenly froze in expression. Why did I say what was in my heart again?
(End of this chapter)