Everyone looked at each other.
Maeve's words were dripping with sarcasm. While she congratulated with a smile on her lips, the deeper meaning was to belittle Lin Qi to the extreme.
Yet Lin Qi did not get angry; instead, she smiled faintly: "Ms. Mia, do you know what the most valuable bag in the world is?"
Without thinking, Maeve responded: "Hermes, of course."
She didn't understand why Lin Qi suddenly asked this.
Lin Qi smiled slightly: "Yes, many classic Hermes bags don't drop in price as second-hand; in fact, they increase in value. Unlike the bags from street stalls, you worry about not being able to sell even for 100 yuan. So, Hermes is Hermes, and street stall goods are street stalls goods. Hermes retains its value even as a second- or third-hand product. Unlike street stall goods, nobody wants them."
She was not angry, her words were like a hidden knife, sharp and pointed.
Lin Qi knew that to get angry with such people meant losing.
Maeve's face stiffened harshly.