Although Wan Feng did not collect philately in his previous life, he has read a lot of philatelic books, and basically some of the stamps that are valuable in later generations have a little impression in his head, such as the most valuable large and small stamps of the motherland in the later generations and the dragon stamps of the Qing Dynasty.

But those things are hard to come by, and it's probably harder to get them than to climb to the sky, but it's not so difficult to get a monkey ticket.

"Comrade, is this the version? Can you show it to me?"

"To buy or not to buy, not to buy what to see?"

"Of course I buy it. ”

The saleswoman looked at Wan Feng with a class enemy's eyes, and the pimples on her face all expressed a meaning: Can you afford to buy it?

Since this woman looked down on the poor middle peasants, Wan Feng didn't mind calling her pimples in his heart.

Wan Feng had no choice but to take out a large unity from his pocket and shake it in front of the pimple.

I don't see the rabbit and don't scatter the eagle, I don't see the devil and don't hang the strings, the pimple saw the ticket of great unity in Wan Feng's hand, so he finally moved his butt off the stool, reluctantly came to the counter, reached out and took out the stamp from the counter, and threw it in front of Wan Feng.

"There are two editions that just came today, if you want to buy it, hurry up, and we'll open it and sell it later. ”

Hearing that it was two versions, Wan Feng was happy in his heart and automatically forgave the old face that pimple rejected people thousands of miles away.

It's dangerous! It wouldn't be worth that much if it were taken apart.

After confirming that it was the goods in his mind, Wan Feng took out a ticket for a machine tool worker and a female tractor driver from his pocket.

"I'm going to do it all. ”

The pimple looked at Wan Feng with the eyes of an idiot, and it is estimated that he said in his heart why this idiot bought so many stamps?

In the pimple to find money, Wan Feng took out the pre-made kraft paper bag from his schoolbag and carefully put the stamp inside.

It was his first long-term investment, spanning three decades.

He didn't know if he would be able to take good care of this stamp in the past thirty years, and if he could keep it perfectly until thirty years later, he would have more than two million assets out of thin air.

He remembered that in 2015, the full-page Gengshen monkey tickets reached 1.05 million.

Even if there is an accident in the middle, it is only a loss of more than a dozen yuan of investment.

If he could keep this stamp until 2015, it would be worth two million.

Although the time span in the middle is too large, he thinks it is worth investing, after all, there are few things in the world that can appreciate 150,000 times.

In his previous life, he didn't save more than 300,000 yuan until the day of the car accident.

The advantage is that its investment is small, more than a dozen dollars of investment.

The disadvantage is that it is difficult to store.

However, Wan Feng is confident that this investment will be carried out to the end.

Although the monkey ticket has appreciated more than 150,000 times, it will be decades after all, and his business will continue to do now.

So his next destination is naturally Xinhua Bookstore.

It's a cloudy day, and the rolling clouds are always reminding him that he needs to hurry up.

When he came out of the post office, he went straight to Xinhua Bookstore.

The Xinhua bookstore and the post office are both on the same street, and the distance between them is only two or three hundred meters.

Wan Feng walked into Xinhua Bookstore with brisk steps.

In the 80s, it was the eve of the opening up of all industries, and culture was the first field where a hundred flowers began to bloom. People who had experienced the cultural desert during the Cultural Revolution rushed into Xinhua Bookstore like hungry people pounced on bread, so Xinhua Bookstore was simply overcrowded at that time.

Wan Feng went to the comic book counter in front of the crowd, and the children all ran here to enjoy it.

It's also a pleasure to see the contents and look at the book cover.

Wan Feng didn't go to the sea of people to squeeze it, he had the stamps he bought just now, and if he was squeezed into a forced shape, it would be worth the loss.

It wasn't until near noon, when the children at the counter were almost gone, that he came to the counter.

He didn't pick and choose villain books, as long as he didn't have them, he would take them all, and soon he picked more than 80 comic books, which cost him another ten dollars.

When he walked out of the gate of Xinhua Bookstore with a bulging schoolbag on his back, he was about to close the door and rest.

At half past eleven o'clock in the afternoon, there was a car passing through Xiaogu Mountain, Wan Feng took this bus home, and it was about 12 o'clock when he arrived at Xiao Gu Mountain, and when he walked back to his grandmother's house panting, it was already more than half past 12 o'clock.

The first thing he did when he returned to his grandmother's house was not to number the comic books, but to decorate the monkey ticket.

He wrapped the stamps in layers of brown paper, then sandwiched them between two planks that had been planed in advance, wrapped in several layers of kraft paper, and tied them with string.

This thing can't be placed in a damp place, and you have to guard against being bitten by rats.

Grandma's house has two cabinets for clothes, and this edition of stamps is placed on the bottom of the cabinet.

This is also the best preservation method that Wan Feng can find.

As soon as he finished working on the stamps, he hurried to Xiaoshutun to serve the children who were renting books.

Including new books, he now has 170 comic books, and although he has not rented out all of them, he has rented out more than 130 books.

After evaluation, Wan Feng felt that these books should be enough for him to turn over for a year, and he didn't plan to enter the books again in a short time.

Wan Feng's first Sunday at Jiangwei School passed like this.

Since the battle with Tan Sheng's brothers was over, there was a short period of peace in the fifth grade, and Tan Sheng was no longer as arrogant and domineering as before, and the whole person was much more honest.

Wan Feng is not a militant, on the contrary, in the previous life, he was still a little cowardly and was often bullied by others, if he was not well versed in the truth of being bullied by others in this life, he would not have become extremely vicious when fighting.

The desire in his heart to be reborn in this life is to be a rich man, to be a rich man who will be better than Bill Gates in the future, and resolutely no longer live a life of restraint.

It's just that now is not the time for him to show his strength, one is that he is still young, and he has many problems with physical strength, and he can't adapt to it. Moreover, reform and opening up have only now begun, and everything is like the early morning when the night has just dispersed, and many conditions are not yet ripe.

But Wan Feng is not in a hurry, even if he graduates from high school, he has time to do anything. If nothing else, he would have graduated from high school in the summer of '86, was not admitted to university, was assigned to the construction corps to drive a tractor, and returned to the Red Cliff Warrior Commune with his family in the winter of a year later.

That's when he showed his skills.

What he is doing now is just laying a foundation in advance, and it is best to save the start-up capital when he starts his own business.

The amount is not too large, and he has set a target of 10,000 yuan.

By 1988, he had at least 10,000 yuan in start-up capital.