The '80s were a very dynamic one, but the reasons for that dynamism were very different.

The vitality of Ancheng comes from the smelting furnaces and tons of steel, from the great work and special work, from the full power to complete the national tasks, from the incomparable glory of its own class, from the survival relationship of a family that has been attached to the big factory for several generations, so that young people have sharpened their heads and want to squeeze into Angang......

But very few people have jumped out of the existing hotbed to actively think about another path, and everything they do is confined to the city.

Such vitality, lack of speculation and rebellion, has long been doomed.

Every time Xu Fei rides his bicycle through the streets, he will unconsciously feel a hint of carnival in the cage - a resource-based city, which is probably the case.

"Jingle bell!"

He rang the bell, stopped at the door of the post office, first stuffed the letter into the mailbox, and when he entered the hall, he found that there was a queue inside.

That's right, this will still be called the Post and Telecommunications Bureau, and then in 1998, the post and telecommunications were separated, and electricity became telecommunications and mobile, and it was sprayed by the people all day long.

In later generations, the post office was almost closed, but now it is a real department, sending letters, parcels, telegrams, money orders, etc., all have to be handled here.

He lined up six people before it was his turn, and said to the aunt behind the counter: "Hello, I buy stamps." ”

"How many?"

The aunt dragged a quadripartite and was about to tear it.

"Do you still have a pig ticket, I want a version. ”

"One edition? Are you sure you want one?"

"Yes, there is also a set of the West Chamber, a set of souvenir sheets, and a set of Marx's. ”

"Little comrade, are you a collector?" the aunt recalled.

"Well, I like stamps. ”

“......”

The aunt had a strange expression, but she didn't say anything. The concept of philately is now new, there are not many enthusiasts, and people are ashamed to associate stamps with money – or rather, people are ashamed to talk about money.

I saw that she rummaged through the cabinet for a long time before finding a few booklets.

First of all, the Zodiac Pig Ticket, a version of 80 pieces, each with 8 points. Then there was a set of four pieces of the West Chamber, plus a two-dollar souvenir sheet – which won the best design award of the year. Two stamps were issued to commemorate the centenary of Marx's death, the first of which won the award for Best Engraving Stamp.

The pig ticket is six yuan and four, the West Chamber is three yuan and six points, and Marx is two cents and eight cents. Tsk, Marx is cheap!

Anyway, there are a total of nine yuan and seven cents and four, and there is a postal album. In fact, it is not worth much money in later generations, like the pig ticket version is only eight or nine thousand, and the West Chamber is only a few hundred yuan.

Xu Fei is mainly a collector, and secondly, of course, for speculation!

"Do you still have last year's dog ticket?"

"It's sold out. ”

"What about the chicken ticket of the year before last, and the monkey ticket of the year before last?"

"Tsk!"

The aunt was impatient and said, "It's been two or three years, and now I just remember to collect it, why did I go earlier?"

"Didn't I come earlier......"

He smiled and walked out of the post office with the booklet.

There was nothing to do in the group today, so Xu Fei went home first, got a piece of cardboard and wrote two lines of words, wiped his body and turned back. Poked next to the door, passers-by were immediately attracted and paid attention, and saw that it read:

"Looking for comrades who love philately, let's exchange and learn together. ”

There is also a quirky and strange stick figure figure drawn underneath, stepping on clouds and flying. The crowd looked at it with contempt, and in their eyes, it was called a typical social idler, etc., which was only a little better than the blind stream.

Xu Fei didn't care, pulled out half a bag of big production from the waistband of his trousers, and pumped it up by himself.

He has tried his best to write as seriously and conservatively, but the people are more conservative, there are many people in and out of the post and telecommunications office, and there are very few people who love their friends, and no one has come forward to talk.

I waited for a long time, but I got nothing.

Just as he was about to go home, he suddenly saw a man in his twenties, wearing earthy green clothes and pants, and stepping on a pair of torn rubber shoes.

He took a look and said, "Little brother, are you going to collect stamps?"

"It's just a hobby, brother?"

"It's okay, I've been paying attention to it recently. ”

"What's your last name?" he handed over a cigarette.

"Just call me Lao Zhang. ”

The man took a sharp and hard puff of the cigarette between his rough and burnt fingers, as if he hadn't tasted tobacco for a long time, and then said, "What type do you want to receive?"

"Anything, of course I have to be able to see. ”

"That's, I have exactly a few editions at home, do you want to go over and take a look?"

The man stretched out his hand and pointed to a small alley not far from the post and telecommunications office, "It's over there, a few minutes." ”

"Well, that's fine. ”

Xu Fei thought about it, stood up, pushed the bicycle and left with the other party.

There was no chatter along the way, he only cared about stamps, and said: "I mainly collect zodiac stamps now, especially the chicken stamps and monkey stamps issued in the first two years, do you have them there?"

“......”

After saying that, he didn't hear any movement, turned his head and saw that the guy was staring at his bicycle, his eyes flickering, and then he seemed to suddenly react, "Ah! ”

Well?

Xu Fei's heart jumped, and he hurriedly glanced around, he had already left the main road of the Post and Telecommunications Bureau and was turning into a small alley. Look at the alley again, it is dilapidated, and there is not even a decent house.

"Dude, how long have you been touching stamps?" he slowed down, his face watery as he continued.

"It's not long, it's not as good as you. ”

"Then you don't understand the value of stamping. Let me tell you, don't look at the stamps as inconspicuous, they will be worth a lot in the future, just like Marx's one, at least this number will ...... in the future."

"How much?"

The man subconsciously looked this way, and as a result, he felt, Whew! A strong wind from his sleeve slammed into his face, and he turned the angle as if he had sent it to the door.

The punching bag's big fist first stuck to a layer of soft flesh, and then hit a hard tooth gang. Hearing a bang, the other party was crooked, the corners of his mouth cracked, and two yellow teeth with blood flowers flew out.

Before he could react, Xu Fei rushed up and kicked again, kicking on his stomach, then turning the front of the car and running away.

", run away!"

At this moment, another guy swished out of the alley, and chased after him angrily, picked up the stone and threw it.

Crackle!

Xu Fei shrank his neck, as if braving the rain of bullets, and slipped wildly with the strength to eat. Fortunately, the big phoenix gave its strength, and did not drop the chain at the critical moment, ran out for a while, and quickly got rid of the other party.

"Damn it!"

He was excited and scared, panting for breath, brother, you have studied basketball for two years, you fight with me???

The law and order in these years is really not good, and they dare to carry out robberies in broad daylight. There's no way, there are too many bastards in society, and I don't look at this car very well, but others see it as a piece of fat, or very fresh fat.

It was about the afternoon that he came home in a hurry.

Seeing so many stamps, my parents inevitably nagged again, Xu Fei couldn't explain it, so he only stuffed the stamp book into a drawer and added a small lock.

In fact, his real goal is not the West Chamber and Marx, nor the chicken ticket or the dog ticket, but the monkey ticket issued in 1980.

Speaking of monkey tickets, it can be described as famous. In later generations, it was once speculated to an astonishing price of more than 10,000 yuan for a single piece and 1.2 million yuan for the whole page, which was called "Golden Monkey" by the collection industry. There are three reasons for this:

It is the first edition of the Zodiac stamp issued in China;

The author is Huang Yongyu;

Quantities are scarce.

When it was first issued, it was originally intended to issue 8 million, but later it was reduced to 5 million considering the small number of philatelic bases, but in the process of printing, due to technical reasons, it was damaged, and in the end only more than 4 million came out, and even fewer were handed down to future generations.

Based on these three points, coupled with the behind-the-scenes promotion of some people, the price of monkey tickets has soared. There is even a magical story circulating in the streets:

said that there was an old brother in the south who worked in the post office at the time, and in order to complete the task, he ruthlessly bought six versions of monkey tickets. As a result, thirty years later, the eldest son got married and bought a house, but he had no money and sold another edition, and the second son got married and had no money, so he sold another edition...... It can be said that the arrangement is clear.

If he had worn it a few years earlier, not to mention the monkey ticket, what "a big piece of red", "revolutionary victory", "Qing Post" and other peerless treasures, quasi-Baotong to start.

This investment is simply a million profits, it is not good at all, and the return cycle is too long!