The next morning, Wang Mingyuan first went to the 4S store in the auto trade center, 320,000 yuan in full to pick up a black tank 300, complete the handover procedures, when they added the interior, he went out to take a taxi, and went straight to the Yuantong antique market.

Originally, he wanted to go to the stamp trading market of the Palace of Culture, but after thinking about it, he still chose the antique market.

At least he was more familiar with it here, and there was also stamp collecting and trading, at least the stamps that he had just bought from the postman were put on a taper. He inquired that there was a coin card that was used to hold stamps.

He didn't want to cause too much of a stir.

There are too many people who are keen on stamps in the stamp trading market, once they get their attention, within half a day, he will become a celebrity in Mingcheng, and the threshold of his home will soon be broken, and there will be constant disturbances.

Moreover, the value of this thing is only getting higher and higher as time goes on.

Now Wang Mingyuan, who has a variety of ways to make money, really doesn't plan to make a move.

In addition to looking for someone to ask for preservation technology to better preserve the stamps, he also wants to ask about the current price, and by the way, ask someone to identify the authenticity, after all, it is something brought from parallel time and space, and there can be a certain result, and the heart is more steady.

In the morning, there are still quite a lot of people in the antique market. Most of them are old people, with their hands on their backs, walking around the market.

Among them, there are also young people who are interested in antiques, and even some foreigners.

Wang Mingyuan also walked around the stalls slowly, and found that there were several stalls collecting stamps, and the stamps displayed on the table were even more varied, which made people dazzled.

Even, Wang Mingyuan was in a booth and saw a lot of stamps from 80 years ago, although many of them have been postmarked, but they are kept quite carefully.

He asked casually, and the price was amazing.

Even the monkey ticket, which has been released in several versions after 80 years, has been collected.

He even saw at the booth that he had collected all the 12 zodiac stamps, including monkey stamps.

"Boss, how much does this monkey ticket cost?" Seeing that the stall owner also had monkey tickets, Wang Mingyuan suddenly became interested, and he pointed to an old monkey ticket with a postmark displayed on the stall and asked.

"Ten thousand twelve!" The stall owner glanced at Wang Mingyuan, who was dressed ordinarily and did not show much interest.

"What if it's brand new and unused?" Wang Mingyuan asked again.

"Brand new, that price has to be doubled."

"That's okay for the price!"

"Of course, it's a good thing that you can't find, just my monkey ticket with a postmark, put it in this antique market, it's also a unique thing, and I haven't heard anyone around me say that I have it."

In this regard, the stall owner looked very proud.

"Then you can help me take a look at this stamp!"

Wang Mingyuan quietly took out a bulk monkey ticket from his pocket.

The stall owner was stunned, his eyes were staring closely at the thin piece of paper between Wang Mingyuan's fingers, and he couldn't move his eyes for a while.

He never expected that the young man in front of him, who was not good-looking, would have a monkey ticket, and it was a brand new one.

Whether it is the condition or color, it is just the same as not long after it was printed.

And it is such a stamp, which is held without the slightest protection.

He was very skeptical of how the stamp had survived to this day.

"It can't be fake, right?" The stall owner couldn't help but mutter.

Only if it is fake, this way of taking it out is reasonable.

"You can't talk nonsense, you haven't even seen it!" Wang Mingyuan frowned slightly: "Forget it, I'll find someone else to take a look." ”

"Don't!" The stall owner stretched out his hand and patted his mouth: "It's me who shouldn't talk nonsense, I said the wrong thing, I should hit ......"

Then, he quickly took out a pair of gloves from his coat pocket and put them on, took out a magnifying glass, took the monkey ticket in Wang Mingyuan's hand, and observed it carefully.

"All the features are exactly the same, but how can it be so new?"

He couldn't figure it out. This new excesses has become his biggest suspicion.

Could it be a fake?

The stall owner was suddenly inconclusive, and asked tentatively: "How did you get this stamp?" ”

"Playing in the countryside, I happened to see it in an old man's house, which was sealed with oil paper and kept at the bottom of the box, and I heard that his deceased son, who was a postman back then, brought it back when he came home.

I think it's been a few years old, so I bought it for a small amount of money. I saw that the sealed oil paper was a little dirty, so I tore it off, and I brought it over today to see if it was worth it. ”

Wang Mingyuan made it up blindly, and his face did not change.

Of course, he also has confidence, but he just changed what happened to him in a different way.

In those days, there were many postmen who gritted their teeth and spent money to buy stamps that they sold, although many of them were used later, but there were also some that were kept intact, didn't they?

The stamps are new, because they were made by the postman, and they have been very carefully sealed.

This reason should be able to get over the lake.

"Well, I've heard the same thing, it's said that the sales were not good that many postmen could only buy these stamps with their own salaries, and they had been in contact with these things all year round, and they knew how to keep them, so it would make sense."

The stall owner took the magnifying glass and looked at it carefully, and after a pause, he then asked, "Is there only one stamp or is there many?" ”

"Just one!" Wang Mingyuan lied decisively.

"Oh...... Whether this stamp sells or not, fifteen thousand, I took it. The stall owner nodded, looked at the stamp in his hand happily and said.

"No, you just told me that your postmarked 12,000, if it is brand new, the price will be doubled, if I heard it right, it should be 24,000, why only 15,000?" Wang Mingyuan laughed.

"Fifteen thousand is not low, just now I thought you wanted to buy it...... Engaging in these things is also doing business, there is always a bargain," the stall owner smiled embarrassedly.

"Can't you give more?"

"That's what the market price is, if it's in the stamp trading market, the recycling price is about 30% lower than the market price!"

Wang Mingyuan shook his head: "Then I won't sell it, you still pay me back!" ”

"How about I add another thousand?" The stall owner was full of reluctance: "No matter how high it is, there is nothing to do!" ”

"At least 20,000 yuan, the condition is so good and almost brand new, where do you find it, give the money if you collect it, and I will take it if you don't accept it."

Since it's true, it should be more expensive.

New, it's also a selling point.

"Don't you want to be so ruthless!" The stall owner hesitated for a while, but returned the monkey ticket.

As soon as Wang Mingyuan took it, he heard a voice behind him say: "If it's true, 20,000 yuan, I bought this stamp!" ”

Just as the two of them were tearing at the stamp, passers-by in front of the stall were attracted and gathered around.

The current antique market, all kinds of old things are flooded, want to find good things, still very particular about the eye, after the money and goods are cleared, are not responsible, but now after all, it is not a few decades ago, the rule of law society, the more this kind of place that is prone to disputes, the stricter the monitoring, besides, there are so many people around, it is really not good to give birth to some things casually.

But most of them also understand the rules, and when others look at the goods and bargain, usually no one will intervene.

Now that the things are back in Wang Mingyuan's hands, it is indeed normal for someone to open their mouths to buy them.

Wang Mingyuan turned around and saw that the person who spoke was an old man with silver hair, his hair was meticulously combed, and he looked very energetic.

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This old man should be a celebrity, and a few of them greeted him with a smile when they saw him: "Zou Lao is good!" ”

"My surname is Zou, my name is Zou Tianming, can you show me this monkey ticket?" The old man smiled at Wang Mingyuan.

Wang Mingyuan heard someone talking about the old man in a whisper, and knew that Zou Tianming was the former director of the Mingcheng Cultural Center.

To be in that position, the knowledge is naturally extraordinary.

Since he was willing to offer this price, Wang Mingyuan had no reason not to show it, and immediately handed it over, but it was just a single monkey ticket.

The old man seemed to be an old connoisseur, so he took out his gloves from his pocket and put them on, took out a magnifying glass, observed it carefully, and quickly gave the result: "It's a good thing, but I'm not like you young people, I'm not used to scanning the code with Feixin, you have to go to the house with me to pick it up!" ”

"Yes!" Wang Mingyuan nodded.

Since the matter is decided, Zou Tianming will no longer stay, after handing over the stamps to Wang Mingyuan, he lined up and walked forward: "Every day, I will go to the vegetable market to buy some vegetables, and then go to the antique market by the way, I haven't encountered anything interesting for many days, and I wanted to leave today, but I didn't want to meet you!" ”

"Fate!" Wang Mingyuan said with a smile.

"Well said!"