Celebrity autographs have always been a hot commodity in niche circles.
In the early days, there were various postcards, and later they became signed photos, signed posters, signed CDs, etc. There are even more in the sports world, with various star cards.
Rare ones can be sold for tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even millions.
This is U.S. dollars.
Conan Doyle's autograph is also very rare, especially in the circle of mystery novel lovers. The card in He Ren's hand can easily be sold for hundreds of thousands.
Only then did the treasure friends realize that the fun was great, and they all urged He Ren to continue opening the "blind box".
For treasure friends, it is like opening a blind box, but for He Ren, it is not at all. He deliberately took out several ordinary letters that he did not recognize and were only a few decades old, so that everyone should not be too surprised. Otherwise it's hard to explain.
After everyone's emotions stabilized a little, He Ren picked out another letter. Zhang Nuo was still responsible for translating, and He Ren was responsible for checking the information.
"Please re-pressurize and refill the demolded molds that you are going to discard. I am going to test many materials tonight... I can test 6 materials in each round, so that I can achieve some immediate results."
"He seems to be a scientist..." Zhang Nuo's eyes suddenly widened, "ThOmaS Alva EdiSON... Edison? When he wrote the letter, he wasn't inventing the light bulb, was he?"
He Ren shook his head secretly. It shouldn't be the case. Judging from the year given by Jianbaoyan, it was 1902. More than 20 years had passed since Edison invented the carbonized cotton filament incandescent lamp.
Pity……
But this letter can also be sold for more than ten or two hundred thousand.
Next, He Ren dug out Montesquieu's autograph letter to Father Xavier; Einstein's autograph letter to Moritz Schlick; Victor Hugo's autograph letter to his lover Nelly Letter and a signed photo…
The prices range from hundreds of thousands to hundreds of thousands, which refers to the domestic auction price. If taken abroad, the price may be higher.
The treasure friends were all dumbfounded, but He Renze roughly understood the origin of these letters.
He guessed that when Lao Zheng went abroad, he accidentally bought the inheritance of a guy who liked to collect signatures and autographs of famous people, and was sold as garbage at a low price.
Of course, Lao Zheng must not have recognized these letters, otherwise he would not have taken away the stamps and disposed of the letters as garbage...
After turning to this point, He Ren decided not to read anymore.
On the one hand, the plane was about to take off, on the other hand, He Ren's energy bar could no longer hold on.
After opening 20 or 30 letters in a row, plus using his treasurer's eye frequently at Lao Zheng's house, He Ren was about to become popular...
"We are about to get on the plane. Today's live broadcast ends here. When I return to Beijing, I will find a special appraisal agency to conduct an appraisal. Then I will report the results to everyone. If there is anyone you like, you can chat privately. We will chat online. Make a deal and I’ll give everyone a discount.”
"Oh, by the way, dear friends who won the prize, please check your private messages in the past two days. Xiaonuo will contact you."
When getting on the plane, He Ren held the travel bag to his chest and handed the other things to Liu Fei. Although the clock and pocket watch were not cheap, it was obvious that the value of this package of letters was higher. He Ren's house depended on it. This is the package.
As long as only a small half of these more than one hundred letters are true, He Ren can get more than ten million, which is more than the sum of all the leaks he picked up before. He can't lose it...
After getting off the plane, He Ren turned on his mobile phone and heard a long series of WeChat and text message reminders. Before he could take a look, the phone also rang.
He Ren was startled, he didn't expect it was Mr. Fang Mingxuan.
"Hello, Mr. Fang..."
"Xiao He, do you still have the oath clock of the Hogarth brothers?"
As soon as He Ren said hello, he was interrupted by Fang Mingxuan. He had to reply, "Mr. Fang, I just got off the plane and you were the first one to call."
"Great, I'll keep the clock and the Vacheron Constantin pocket watch. I want both."
"No problem. I'm in Beijing. Can you send someone to get it?"
"I have a flight tomorrow morning."
He Ren was confused. Are you in such a hurry?
Just after hanging up the phone and before opening WeChat, He Ren's cell phone rang again, this time it was Xu Qingjie.
"Master Xu, why did you remember to call me? Do you want to help the poor?"
"Stop talking nonsense! Are you still poor? Do you think I didn't watch your live broadcast?"
"You are a second-generation rich man. If you don't go out and have fun, bully men and women, what's the point of watching live broadcasts every day?"
Xu Qingjie was anxious, "Who told you that the second generation of rich people are all that virtuous? There are also serious second generation rich people, like me."
"Okay, Mr. Xu, a serious second-generation rich man, do you have any advice?"
"I'm a fan of Conan Doyle...I still have his signed cards and Charlotte Brontë's handwritten letters."
He Ren was shocked, "Are you still reading?"
Xu Qingjie became anxious again, "Why can't I read? If you slander me again, be careful that I get anxious with you!"
"Okay, I will definitely keep it for you. Who dares to compete with you if Mr. Xu takes action?"
Xu Qingjie knew that He Ren wanted to cheat him, but he didn't care. To him, that little money was just a drop in the bucket, and he had other things to do with He Ren.
"No problem, I'll go to Beijing tomorrow, to your company?"
He Ren was stunned, why are Xu Qingjie and Fang Mingxuan coming over tomorrow? Are you so anxious?
"Master Xu, is something wrong?"
"Let's talk about it when we meet."
After leaving a word, Xu Qingjie also hung up the phone. He Ren was a little confused, and then his cell phone rang again...
Before He Ren even left the airport, he connected with seven or eight phone calls. Catfish, Zhouzhuan, and even people in the WeChat group who had only chatted with He Ren a few times all called. Except for Catfish who wanted the Longines pocket watch, Everyone else had the same purpose, they all wanted the autographed letters in He Ren's hand.
He Ren didn't understand it at first, but after Catfish's reminder, he realized that in fact, these people wanted to make a profit.
Signatures and handwritten letters from foreign celebrities are naturally more valuable if sold abroad. These people also have more or less overseas resources, so they just want to take advantage of them.
He Ren rejected them on the grounds that the appraisal had not yet been completed. Even if He Ren found it troublesome, he would not give cheap advice to those brokers who were not familiar with him. He would just give them a turnover and let him go to Hong Kong for auction, and He Ren could still get some favors...
The phone call finally stopped, and he shook off the hot phone. He Ren greeted Zhang Nuo and Liu Fei to leave the airport and go home. But before they got in the car, the phone rang again. This time it was an unfamiliar number, and it was a confidential number.
He Ren was confused, and his first thought was to make a scam call. Sure enough, when the call was connected, the person on the other end spoke very poor Mandarin.
"Is it Mr. He Renhe? I am a friend of the British Ambassador. My name is Jackson. I would like to see Charlotte Bronte's autograph letter..."
Before the other party finished speaking, he was interrupted by He Ren, "Are you a friend of the ambassador? I am also a friend of the angel."
