The scrap collection station is a good place. Wang Yun picked up the Longquan ink pad from here.
However, the little kid can occasionally sneak in from the corner of the fence, pick up a few things and run away. The boss will turn a blind eye and pretend that he is invisible. It is not worth embarrassing the child.
But if the little brat drags his bag in to pick it up, or comes every day, several times a day, then it definitely won’t work. He will be beaten out, or the dog will bite him.
Because you are interfering with other people's livelihood, which is completely different in nature.
Wang Debao didn't want to go to the bookstore because it was too expensive. When he arrived at the scrap collection station, he discovered that there were no textbooks at all. Once this thing entered the market, it was taken away as soon as possible. It was very popular. After all, no one was a fool.
There were quite a few customers. When the boss saw Wang Debao standing there silently, he became a little impatient and said, "If you don't want to buy anything, let me go."
Come here, even if you can’t find anything missing, you can still get some collectibles.
Now Wang Debao has more than 1,200 yuan in cash on hand, which is enough to support him to do some collecting activities that are not so urgent to cash out. For example, if he picks up another piece of Longquan ink pad now, Wang Debao will definitely not cash it out immediately, and will definitely keep it.
Decades later, it may be waiting for auction or kept in collection.
If you are not in a hurry for money, who will sell good things without any trouble?
Wang Debao thought about it for a while. There were so many good things in the 1980s. There were Clivia that sold for hundreds of thousands for a sky-high price, stamps, little books, etc. Like Clivia, it was only a year or two of hype, and it was over.
However, as long as the stamps are well preserved, the price will increase thousands or tens of thousands of times in a few decades.
"Boss, do we have Clivia here?" Wang Debao asked in a low voice.
"Yes!" The boss's eyes suddenly lit up. He lowered his voice and came closer and said, "A friend of mine bought some from Xido. I can introduce it to you. You can negotiate the price yourself."
Wang Debao understood instantly and said with a smile: "Okay, if you see something, I will pay you the introduction fee in person."
The boss was so happy that he couldn't see anything at all, and whispered: "Come back at this time tomorrow, and I will take you... you can bring at most one person."
Wang Debao nodded in agreement. He just wanted to make money. He didn't want to cause trouble more than anyone else.
Seeing that Wang Debao was young but very straightforward, the boss thought for a while, called his wife and brother-in-law to entertain other guests, and then he dragged Wang Debao to the other side of the garbage mountain.
"I just collected the monkey ticket, do you want it?" the boss asked straight to the point. While speaking, he kept staring at Wang Debao's expression.
"Yes!" Wang Debao suddenly beamed and said without hesitation: "Is yours a single sheet or a four-way series?"
Historically, the first set of zodiac stamps issued by the Ministry of Posts and Telecommunications (T46 Gengshen Year) were monkey stamps.
Sales at that time were very hot, and there were many knowledgeable people in any era. The only thing that limited them was often just funds. Especially for stamps, there were many philatelic enthusiasts among ordinary people because the threshold was the lowest.
The monkey ticket cost 8 cents when I first went through the interview. The next year, it was officially priced at 2 cents by China Post, and later it was raised to 40 cents per piece.
When the boss saw that Wang Debao was so knowledgable and straightforward, he immediately beamed with joy and said, "One square company, 300 yuan."
After saying that, the boss looked at Wang Debao nervously. His price was indeed high, and ordinary people would never be able to afford it. However, it was not too high. The current price of Monkey Ticket Sifanglian is around 200 yuan.
Since it is about 280 or 300, it is possible to get it for as high as 280 or 300 if it is preserved.
Wang Debao thought for a while and said: "If it is well preserved, I can pay up to 200, and I won't want any more."
The boss rubbed the ground with his toes and hesitated for a while before he seemed to make up his mind: "210!"
Oops!
Your feet are almost enough to dig out three bedrooms and one living room, and you just increased the price by 10 yuan above me! I thought you were going to reduce the price by 10 yuan below you.
"As long as you keep it well, an extra 10 yuan is not unacceptable, but if there are flaws, don't blame me for bargaining. You know, this is the market for stamps." Wang Debao took a precaution.
The boss took Wang Debao to the shack in the corner of the garbage mountain, which was their home, and pulled out a dirty thick book. When he opened it, there were indeed two monkey tickets connected in four directions.
The boss stretched out his hand to touch it, but Wang Debao shouted loudly: "Stop!"
"You can't touch stamps directly with your hands, don't you know? Either wear gloves or use tweezers," Wang Debao scolded unceremoniously: "How do you collect stamps? You don't understand any of these rules?"
The boss didn't dare to say anything and said cautiously: "Can I give you a dollar less?"
Wang Debao suddenly laughed angrily. Damn it, he finally figured it out. This guy is unreliable. It seems that Clivia's business can no longer be with him. Let's just forget about this deal.
However, seeing that this monkey stamp can be worth at least hundreds of thousands in 20 years, Wang Debao will automatically ignore the feeling of touching the stamp with dirty hands, and at most he will be more careful in saving it in the future.
In fact, Wang Debao didn't know much about stamp collecting. After checking it, he found that there was nothing serious wrong with it, so he accepted these two sets of monkey stamps from four directions.
420 yuan.
After the transaction was completed, the boss was so happy that he gave the dirty thick book to Wang Debao as well.
He made a lot of money from this business. In fact, he picked up the monkey tickets when he came to collect garbage. The owner of the house didn't know that there were still monkey tickets in the old book that he had disposed of.
But this has nothing to do with Wang Debao. He is buying things from the owner of the scrap collection station. After the Clivia transaction is completed, he will not come to Nancheng for a long time.
Putting the notebook under his arm, Wang Debao accidentally saw a big guy in the corner. This was... holy shit, a typewriter?
"Can this thing still be used?" Wang Debao walked over and knocked it, and it turned out to be a strong lump of iron.
"This is a typewriter... it should be usable after repairing it." The boss said a little sarcastically. He definitely couldn't repair it, and he didn't want to spend money on this thing, thinking that Wang Debao had just made him a huge profit, and
Immediately, Clivia could collect another introduction fee. He hesitated and said, "You can take the 20 yuan."
"20?" Wang Debao touched the soft fur on his chin and said, "I will buy it for whatever scrap metal can be sold for... I can't spend money to find someone to repair it. If it's not worth it, I'll just buy it."
Practice by yourself. If you can repair it, then repair it. If you can't repair it, sell it as scrap metal and resell it at a low price. I won't take advantage of you, but don't let me suffer."
The boss thought about it and realized that this was the reason. This thing was a typewriter, and he couldn't find anyone to repair it.
So the deal was made for 5 yuan.
Wang Debao held a thick notebook in his armpit and a slightly rusty iron lump in one hand. He slapped it on the back seat, then asked for a piece of straw rope and tied it up casually a few times before riding off.
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The road was uneven, and the metal printer kept clanking all the way. His bold style made the boss twitch at the corners of his eyes.
Good guy, that's a typewriter...forget it, it's a broken and discarded typewriter. It was originally just scrap metal. Even the buyer didn't take it seriously. It was just for practicing.
Thinking of this, the boss suddenly no longer felt at a disadvantage.
On the way back, Wang Debao kept thinking about the Clivia. This thing is just a leek, he must have it, otherwise he will suffer a huge loss... But who should he look for?
It would definitely not be suitable to find Sister Hong or Wang Jianguo.
Other people I know either don’t have the connections and channels, or they are inconvenient to contact and cannot grasp... Moreover, Clivia should not only be bought, but also sold in a timely manner.
As he was thinking about it, Wang Debao suddenly thought of someone, and immediately slapped his thigh, that's it! This chapter has been completed!