Imitation power bank

An imitation

Not very familiar with what an original Yoobao power bank packaging looks like, I went ahead to buy this.

I have browsed through various brands, original and non-original. After buying an imitation online, of course not knowing that it's an imitation one, I thought I became wiser.

Yoobao is a reliable and popular brand, so I was told. I was shown the packaging of an original Yoobao and was informed how to look out for original product. Yet, when I stumbled into such power bank in a shop in Leisure Mall, I thought I was getting a good bargain for a genuine product.

After a visit to Low Yat today, I knew I was taken in for a ride. Upon browsing through some original Yoobao power banks, I notice something was amiss. My power bank was nowhere to be seen on the rack. I don't see any of those packaging having any similarity with the packaging of the so-called original one I have.

My suspicion was going to be proven soon. After looking at what I bought, I am certified a victim of imitation goods. Worse, the price I paid was RM189 for a 13000mah power bank. An original one for 15600mah is RM219, before discount.

Should I take any action? Depends. ....

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