He Ren didn't say anything, but turned over a stack of envelopes in his hand.
At the end of the page, He Ren's eyes suddenly lit up, "I have it too."
Liu Fei quickly picked up the phone and took a close-up. I saw that the stamp in He Ren's hand was not stuck on the envelope, but inside the envelope.
He Ren slowly took out the stamp, and then everyone was stunned. Is this also a stamp? Is it too big?
It's really big enough. The green stamp is about 20 centimeters long, almost as big as the cover of the story show. The calligraphy and paintings on it are also quite confusing. There are green characters on a white background, a dragon and clouds are drawn, and the English words "ChineSe imperial pOSt" are written on the top.
There are four words on the left and right, "Expedited Letter" on the left, "Qing Post" on the right, and "Yijiao" in the middle. Everyone was confused. Could it be a fake?
But there is still a postmark on it. Why is the fake one stamped with a postmark? Is the postmark also fake?
He Ren smiled and said, "It's not fake, it's real. This is an express express stamp issued in 1909. Unfortunately, it's not a small dragon stamp or a big dragon stamp. In 1991, a brand new set of full-page big dragon five-cent stamps was issued Silver stamps once sold for a sky-high price of 5.61 million."
"How much is this anchor worth?"
"Can it exceed 100,000?"
He Ren waved his hand, "It can't be more than 100,000, but it can be sold for more than 1,000. Didn't someone just say they wanted to try their luck? Then I'll give it to everyone."
After that, He Ren took out something similar to an evidence bag from his schoolbag, packed several people's stamps, and then said to Zhang Nuo, "Open a fan lottery and I'll look at your envelopes."
Zhang Nuo and Xiao Liu both looked at He Ren expectantly. Unfortunately, He Ren looked carefully several times and found no more valuable stamps.
But it's already pretty good. In just ten minutes, they collected thirty to forty thousand yuan. What kind of bicycles do they need?
Treasure friends also think that He Ren is very lucky, and some people feel sorry for those who threw away these envelopes. Tens of thousands of dollars were thrown away in vain, so people need to learn more knowledge, maybe they will I mistakenly threw away something valuable as trash.
Wasn't there a treasure friend who was beating his chest and stamping his feet just now?
His family once had several express stamps, but he thought they were too fake, so he threw them away, which cost him thousands of dollars.
He Ren was still finishing the damage, "It's more than a few thousand. If it's brand new and comes in a set, the price will be even higher, maybe ten thousand or twenty thousand."
The friend who threw the stamps will feel regretful in his intestines...
Zhang Nuo and Liu Fei became excited. Zhang Nuo had already ran out. She wanted to look for any similar garbage piles, just in case there were the "big piece of red" and "small piece of red" that He Ren mentioned just now. "Woolen cloth? That's hundreds of thousands or even millions.
Although Liu Fei did not run out, he was still broadcasting live on his mobile phone conscientiously, but his eyes were wandering around. He had gained a lot today. He first bought an ancient ink for 3,000, and sold it for 8,000 in less than a minute, making a net profit of 5,000. More than his monthly salary.
He just picked up twelve more stamps. He Ren said they could be sold for thirty to forty thousand, which means Liu Fei earned nearly a year's salary in one day. Can he be unhappy?
He Renze was still pacing slowly. Zhang Nuo was just out of his mind. How could he just throw away stamps worth millions? Unless you meet a few losers who don't know how to do it.
He Ren looked carefully at the pile of envelopes just now. It was not an address. The express letter from Daqing was still placed inside the envelope. It was obvious that someone had collected it deliberately. They were lucky enough to have missed it. One day Want to be lucky twice in a row? That's too difficult.
Zhang Nuo obviously didn't think so. She felt that luck was coming and she couldn't stop it. Just like playing mahjong, there is a saying that the cards are waves, and she felt that she had the waves now.
After searching for a long time, Zhang Nuo saw an old man in shabby clothes squatting in front of a garbage dump and picking through it. He must have been picking up garbage.
Originally, Zhang Nuo had no intention of snatching it from others, but she suddenly saw the old man picking up a small knife from the garbage pile. A cold light flashed past, and Zhang Nuo's pupils dilated. It seemed that it was a paper knife or filigree enamel. of!
It’s not that Zhang Nuo has no knowledge of treasure appraisal. She studies archeology herself and often watches her cousin’s videos and live broadcasts. She is very confident in her own vision, otherwise she would not have rashly bought Gansu San. Year fallen leaves version of Yuan Datou.
In fact, Zhang Nuo is the perfect match for what He Ren calls the kind of player who is fooled by less than half the bottle. He knows a little bit about everything, but is the easiest to be fooled...
However, this time Zhang Nuo did not go directly to buy it like before, but ran back to find He Ren, "There was an old man in front of me. He seemed to have picked up a cloisonné enamel paper knife."
He Ren was startled and looked up in the direction of Zhang Nuo's finger. There was indeed a stooped old man. It seemed that he had finished picking up things and was staggering towards the next target.
The old man did hold something that looked like a dagger in his hand, as well as a scabbard, which should be made of enamel. From a distance, it looked a bit like it was from the early Qing Dynasty.
The Qing Dynasty especially liked to use bamboo and ivory to make paper knives, but the price was not expensive, usually 20,000 to 30,000 yuan, and those with better carvings might be more expensive.
The more advanced ones will choose carved lacquer, which can double the price, and the more advanced ones will use filigree enamel, which can be sold for more than 100,000 yuan.
Of course, this is not always the case. If the ivory is of good quality and beautifully carved, there are hundreds of thousands of cases of bamboo-yellow ivory paper knives being sold.
But He Ren always felt that something was not right. The filigree enamel, especially the cloisonné paper knife, looked very beautiful. Even if it was modern, it was worth hundreds or even thousands. How could it be thrown away casually?
And He Ren also felt that something was wrong with this old man, but he couldn't see what was wrong for a while.
Seeing that He Ren didn't move or respond, Zhang Nuo became a little anxious, "Hurry up, the old man will be gone soon."
He Ren waved his hand, "Don't worry, uncle is so slow, where can he go? Let's see."
"What are you looking at? What if someone gets there first? Didn't you see that the uncle is holding the knife in his hand? Everyone can see it."
At this time, the treasure friends no longer cared about ridiculing He Ren, and all advised, "Yes, anchor, hurry up, it's a good opportunity to pick up the cloisonné enamel, it's worth tens of thousands."
"Does the anchor think it's not good to pick something up from the old man? Just give him more money."
"Yes, if someone else buys it at a low price, it will hurt the old man even more."
He Ren felt that this was the truth. Just as he was about to step forward, he saw a middle-aged man taking the lead and chatting with the uncle. It seemed that he was going for the paper knife.
Zhang Nuo stomped his feet angrily, "Is it because you hesitate and let others take the lead?"
Treasure friends also said yes, feeling that He Ren missed a good opportunity to pick up the missing items.
Just at this time, the old man handed the paper knife to the middle-aged man and found that his pants had fallen off, so he lifted them up.
He Ren's eyes suddenly lit up, "Don't think too much, they are laying landmines."
