Chapter 6: Thousands of Years Have Icons Worth Millions
As soon as Xu Qing walked out of the door, Fatty Liu's cell phone rang. He picked it up and heard a rush of sound coming from it.
"Brother Liu, what did you just say about the dragon stamp?"
"The brand new Dalong stamp, there is an elephant for thousands of years. Didn't you just say that I was full?" Fatty Liu smiled like a Maitreya Buddha. He had already guessed that this would be the result.
"Are you sure this is an elephant that has been around for thousands of years? That is an out-of-print rare stamp even rarer than the Great Dragon. If I offered you 800,000, no, 1 million, regardless of whether it is new or old..." The second-generation rich man on the other end of the phone shouted.
I was so excited that I couldn't wait to come over and see what happened.
Fatty Liu smiled indifferently and said slowly: "To be honest, I didn't see anything. You'd better ask an expert to come over and have a look. If it happens, remember to invite me to the heaven and earth for a massage..."
Dudu... before he finished speaking, the person over there was already dead. The fat on Fatty Liu's cheeks twitched a few times, and then he smiled with his eyes narrowed. He said to himself, this guy is really impatient. I hope the buddy upstairs won't let him.
I'd rather be disappointed...
Xu Qing is currently holding a broom and dustpan, meticulously cleaning the corridors. Even though this job seems easy, sweeping down a few buildings is enough to make him sweat. What's more, he didn't sleep all night last night, and now his mouth is bitter.
Even his eyelids kept drooping.
After finally cleaning the corridor, Xu Qing dragged her tired body back home. As soon as she entered the house, she poured a large glass of cold water and drank it hard. After taking two sips, there was a rapid knock on the door outside.
"Brother, open the door, brother is here..." The person who called the door was also unique, and he didn't know what the mess was about.
Xu Qing stiffened her neck and swallowed the water stuck in her throat, rolled her eyes and Shi Shiran went over to open the door, only to see an old man, two young men and women standing outside the door.
The big fat man with a fat face is not Brother Liu downstairs. Next to him is a young man dressed in a flashy dress. He looks like he is in his early twenties. He is tall and big, with a flat and solid hair hanging around his neck.
He was wearing a platinum necklace, holding a computer bag in his hand, his face was fair, and there was a hint of eagerness between his brows.
There was also a bald old man wearing glasses. Just by looking at the clearly visible rings on the edge of his lenses, you could tell that the prescription was definitely not low. He was actually wearing a blue robe on such a hot day, and the cloth on his back was stuck with sweat.
On the skin, people who are not careful can't really see it.
"Brother, I heard that you have a piece of Wannian Youxiang for sale. Take it out quickly to show Brother Tang..." The young man entered the room impatiently and blurted out a jargon.
Cousin? When did I recognize this relative? You don’t take advantage of this, right? Xu Qing was stunned for a moment and didn’t react, and his expression became a little weird.
"Haha! His surname is Tang and his name is Guobin. He has such an impatient temper and is quite a righteous man." Fatty Liu smiled shyly, clearing Xu Qing's doubts.
Xu Qing nodded, turned around and took out the book with the image of Wannian Youxiang from his schoolbag and put it on the table. He opened it and picked up the plastic bag with his fingers, opened the bag and spread it in the palm of his hand.
"Oh, what an elephant. Just such a small ticket is worth a million..." It was also the first time for Tang Guobin to see this stamp. He had two sets of Dalong stamps hidden in his home, but he did not have this one.
, Putting together a set of China's number one stamps is their long-cherished wish, and it is also a matter of face.
China's first complete set of Dalong stamps is divided into three Yunlongs, one Pagoda and one Ten Thousand Years Elephant. Among them, the Ten Thousand Years Elephant is the most precious. Neither the Pagoda nor the Ten Thousand Years Elephant has been officially issued, and there are very few surviving ones, so all three are collected together.
It is not difficult for Zhang Yunlong, but the difficulty of collecting a complete set has increased by more than ten thousand times. Collecting a set of Dalong stamps is worthy of being the top mountain in the philatelic world, and its significance is far beyond what money can measure.
At first, he was disturbed by Fatty Liu's phone call and hung up the phone in confusion. Later, when he recalled the four words "there will be an elephant every ten thousand years", he was so startled that he woke up from all his dreams. He called Mr. Wu who was very knowledgeable about antique stamps.
, drove over in a hurry, running through countless red lights along the way.
To paraphrase Tang Guobin's words, if you break in two hundred times or ten or eight times a day, it is just an appetizer.
When Mr. Wu saw the stamps in Xu Qing's palm, he felt inexplicably excited. He quickly took out a magnifying glass, tweezers, woolen rice paper, gloves, and a small stack of small plastic bags as thin as silkworm wings from his pocket, and gently clamped them with tweezers.
The stamps were carefully placed on the Mao rice paper, and they were examined carefully with a magnifying glass.
If you use two words to describe Mr. Wu's appearance at this time, it would be 'professional'. If you use three words, it would be 'incredibly professional'. If you add two words, it would be 'incredibly professional'. Every detail,
Every corner and corner, even the burrs on the edge of the stamp, must be carefully examined.
Tang Guobin was no longer so patient. He could tell from the expression on Mr. Wu's face that the stamp was 90% genuine, so he opened his computer bag, took out a beautiful laptop, opened it on the bed, and turned to
Xu Qing said: "Brother, I will transfer one million to you now and give me a bank account number."
Xu Qing was stunned and glanced at Fatty Liu. He saw the Laughing Maitreya nodding and smiling at him. He took out an Industrial and Commercial Bank of China card from the drawer and handed it to Tang Guobin as if sleepwalking. He watched the other person's skillful gestures.
Typing on the keyboard, the transfer was completed in less than a minute, and then the computer was handed to Xu Qing's hand.
"See clearly, one million nets the ocean."
Xu Qing glanced at the screen subconsciously, and sure enough he saw a message such as transfer successful. Yesterday he was a poor student who couldn't pay the rent, and today he became a millionaire. Destiny is so wonderful, isn't it?
Now Xu Qing felt as if he was floating in the clouds, his feet were soft, and his mind was in chaos. He even had the urge to cry. If he had had this million, maybe his illness could be cured... Thinking of this,
His eyes turned red, and he actually shed two lines of tears.
"Fuck, isn't it? One million can make you cry. Man, you are too inferior." Seeing Xu Qing shed tears, Tang Guobin felt a little incredible. For him, one million is just a monthly
It’s just a fraction of pocket money, so there’s no need to shed tears, right?
In fact, how could he understand Xu Qing's thoughts? One million even means the threshold between life and death. There is no need for so much, half is enough.
"Mr. Tang, this Ten Thousand Years Elephant is in complete condition and is authentic..." Mr. Wu's appraisal came late, as Tang Guobin had already paid all the money.
"Brother, don't cry while holding this thing. I gave it to you. If you don't like it, you can still use it as a brick wall..." Tang Guobin was in a good mood. He reached out and closed the laptop that was still in Xu Qing's hand, and then looked at Mr. Wu.
Fatty Liu waved his hand and said: "Let's go, let's go to Heaven and Earth to have dinner together. There will be a program after dinner."
The brand new Dell XPS Big Mac was given away as a brick after transferring the account once. Mr. Tang was really willing to give it up. Even Fatty Liu on the side secretly sighed at Xu Qing's good luck. The laptop cost 27,000 yuan.
Ah! Just giving it to others to play with the little black duck (QQ abbreviation) is such a waste!
Xu Qing carefully put the one million bank card into his pocket, and deliberately used it to insert it into the pocket. It looked as if the card would grow wings and fly away in the next moment. Tang Guobin saw that
A frown.
A well-fed man doesn’t know how hungry a hungry man is. The rich second generation spends so much money. When I make money and my son spends it, he always uses the ocean as mud... Fatty Liu despises the rich second generation who uses bean buns instead of dry food from the bottom of his heart, but he despises more.
I'm still envious, and my heart says, hum, you're numb, I'll be reincarnated as the second generation of rich people in my next life.
Under the repeated persuasion of Fatty Liu and Tang Guobin, Xu Qing finally agreed to go to Heaven and Earth for dinner. When he got downstairs, he saw a cool Grand Cherokee. This was Young Master Tang's car. Such a powerful car
, it is no problem to fit ten or eight people.
Speaking of which, Tang Guobin's taste is really extraordinary. His laptop is a Big Mac, and his car is also a large Mr. Mighty. Maybe he will find a woman from the Samoa Islands when he gets married in the future. She is big enough.