"This is Gucci's latest model this year. It's tens of thousands of dollars, and you have to queue up to buy it." Sun Yurong's tone was exaggerated, fiddling with a new apricot-colored bag in her hand, which she bought at Hk a few days ago.

Of course it is not the latest model. New bags like this brand will be sold out as soon as they are launched. Unless they can be reserved by old customers of the brand, Sun Yurong's value is not yet as good as the Gucci brand's unique appearance. Her apricot-colored bag is a style from the previous few years, and it doesn't cost tens of thousands of dollars, and can be bought for more than ten thousand yuan. It is a low luxury price.

But others don’t know that for the working class who only earns three or four thousand yuan a month, spending tens of thousands of yuan to buy an unused bag is out of reach. They will spend money on their life and their children’s education. A bag worth fifty yuan is as useful as it is, and there is no need to pursue flashy luxury goods.

Although they thought so, the ladies present were still envious and jealous because the bag they carried was only a few hundred yuan, which was already their best bag, but they were not even as good as Sun Yurong's bag, and they felt so sad.

"It's so expensive. I'm definitely reluctant to buy such a small bag for tens of thousands of yuan." What a woman said was honestly one of her family members.

"I don't care about these tens of thousands of yuan. Look at the pigeon eggs on her hand, we can't afford them if we don't eat or drink in our lives." Someone flattered.

A fashionable woman looked at the huge diamond ring on Sun Yurong's hand enviously, and subconsciously put away her hand because the wedding ring on her hand was just a broken diamond, but it also cost her husband several months' salary. She used to be complacent, but she didn't dare to stretch out her hand in front of Sun Yurong's pigeon egg.

"Yurong's coat looks so beautiful. Pingjiang doesn't seem to have seen it sold."

"I like Yurong's boots."

Several women surrounded Sun Yurong and talked about their feet with envious eyes. They dressed up very well when they went out, put on exquisite makeup, and put on fashionable clothes. Before going out, they felt that they would be the brightest scenery at the party and would never lose their husband's face.

But in front of the glorious Sun Yurong, their confidence was instantly knocked down. They felt like local buns, and they could not compare with Sun Yurong in anything, and they felt very uncomfortable.

Sun Yurong was proud. The purpose of her attending the class reunion was to hear these flattery words, and the envious and jealous eyes of these local buns women, greatly filling her empty heart. The inferiority complex caused by poor childhood and youth also became much weaker.

"My clothes, shoes and bags are all bought by HK, and there are many new styles there." Sun Yurong said indifferently, but from the corner of her eyes, she was carefully looking at the changes in the eyes of the women around her.

As expected, the local buns looked even more envious and jealous, and Sun Yurong felt very happy.

Back then, she was extremely envious of the wealthy female classmates in her class who could often wear new skirts, but now others envy her. It turns out that it was thirty years, Hebei and Hexi for thirty years, and the feng shui changed!

Everyone looked embarrassed, but their hearts were sour. People had to go to HK when they bought a piece of clothing. Some of them had not been to HK. The air tickets were too expensive. It would be better to pay the mortgage in advance if you had that money!
Chapter completed!