Sure enough, she had just come out of the black market, and she felt that the people who had been following her were chasing after her.

Although she had been mentally prepared for a long time, her back was still unconsciously tense, and even the hairs on her body stood up.

But just when Su Yijia was desperately paying attention to her back, someone suddenly rushed over and bumped into her.

The man's force was so heavy that he knocked her to the ground.

His hands were rubbed by small pieces of sand on the mud floor, leaving marks one after another.

She frowned in pain and looked at the man who looked sorry and wanted to help her up.

The body shrank back, dodging the other party's outstretched hand, Su Yijia stared at the man with cold eyebrows.

"What do you want to do?"

"Do you take money?" The man in his twenties asked in a low voice.

"What money?" Su Yijia didn't react a little, and everyone was stunned.

She also thought that this person had slipped through the net and wanted to blame him.

"The Great Unity of Twenty Years Ago." The man's tone was a little more cautious.

Isn't that the Big Black Ten?

"Big brother, you will exchange money for money, it is so mysterious, I almost thought you were robbing." Su Yijia rolled her eyes, stretched out her hand and patted her chest with disgust.

But what is this man doing with this money and trading it on the black market?

Although there are relatively few banks now, and they are not very perfect, there is still a business of recycling old currency.

The man was a little embarrassed, "It's not for exchange, it's for sale." I have ten of them here, which my grandfather used to collect, and now I want to sell them for some money. ”

Since the stamps can be sold, he thinks that the money must also be sold.

Su Yijia was a little shocked by the thoughts of this man's family.

Those who can think of collecting coins are indeed visionary.

It was only six and a half years after the issuance of this big black ten, and the bank began to recycle it.

Twenty years ago, I was able to leave ten of them, and if I look at the man's patched clothes now, I know that this must have fallen into the middle of the family.

However, a stamp of eight cents can be sold for 300,000 yuan, and it can be recovered for one dime and six cents.

But the price of the big black market after a few decades is only 300,000, and the cost has gone up all of a sudden.

Compared to stamps, they are more or less cost-effective.

However, scarcity is expensive, and good things are at hand, so it seems a bit unreasonable to let it go.

Su Yijia struggled for a moment before she said, "Then how much do you want to sell?" ”

"One hundred!" The man immediately gave a number.

The corners of Su Yijia's eyes twitched, looking at him like a fool.

"It's not such a robbery if you want to grab money! Now a two-story courtyard in the center of the city is only 2,000 yuan or less than 3,000 yuan. ”

"Didn't you buy it for a collection? What is there to collect in the small courtyard, just enough to live. "The man said this quite justly.

"The yard is worth a lot more than your money. If you buy a yard, it will always be mine, and you can rent it out, and when you are really short of money, you can sell it for money. Not only can you get back how much you spend now, but you also have the money you get every month, and it's better than guarding these pieces of paper and waiting for them to become valuable one day in the future? Su Yijia asked rhetorically.

The man's eyes lit up as he thought about it.

But then it went dark again.

If you have money, this is indeed the way to go.

Now if you buy a two-story building in the city center, you can rent it for 30 yuan a month.

That's a month's salary for a second-class worker.