antique?

An idea flashed in Liu Qingshan's mind, and his heart beat several times unsatisfactorily.

At the moment, the antique craze has not yet taken off, and filling one’s belly is still the top priority. Therefore, the value of antiques is, relatively speaking, nothing more than cabbage prices.

Of course, this cabbage price is also relatively speaking. It costs dozens or hundreds of dollars for an antique. Most people don’t dare to think about it, and they can’t make ends meet?

Scanning his eyes, Liu Qingshan's eyes suddenly lit up.

His eyes fell on the entire page of red and golden stamps.

The stamp has a bright red background, which is very festive. There is a golden monkey squatting in the middle, with all its hair showing.

A full page of Monkey Tickets. If there is such a page in the future, it will be enough for retirement money.

"Boss, how do you sell these stamps?"

Liu Qingshan couldn't help but raise his hand and asked.

The stall owner was a middle-aged man with a simple and honest appearance. He glanced at Liu Qingshan and raised a finger with a smile.

"One hundred, that's too expensive for you!"

The stall owner still smiled and shook his head: "Young man, what I said is one thousand, okay?"

"What, one thousand? So expensive?"

Liu Qingshan blinked his eyes hard: This is equivalent to a worker's salary for several years!

Anyway, there were no other customers, so the stall owner started chatting: "Little comrade, you should know this Gengshen monkey. Not to mention other stamps, this monkey stamp has a face value of eight cents, but each one has gone up."

To three dollars."

"As for the full version, the price will at least double. How much do you think it will cost?"

Liu Qingshan secretly calculated that the first round of zodiac stamps had eighty stamps per edition, and if they cost three yuan each, that would be 240 yuan.

It's normal to double the size of the entire page, plus the stamp album contains those precious stamps from special eras, and a thousand yuan is really a reasonable price.

If you buy it, save it for ten or twenty years, and you will be able to make millions.

Liu Qingshan really wanted to win, but he really didn’t have any money in his pocket.

"Clivia, little comrade, how do you sell this Clivia?" A surprised voice came from behind.

Turning his head, Liu Qingshan found that the flower basket that he had covered tightly had been opened. There was a young man squatting there and looking at it.

This guy was wearing a big vest and big pants, and he was shaking a broken fan in his hand.

The skinny monkey with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks is not as attractive as the Gengshen monkey Liu Qingshan saw just now.

He was still shouting: "As expected, I, Hou San, have a pair of piercing eyes. I glanced through the gap in the flower basket and knew that there was a Clivia inside."

The shouting soon attracted several passers-by who were strolling around and looking at the basket.

One of them, an old man who looked like a retired cadre, even muttered: "Hey, this variety seems to have never been seen on the market."

Seeing Hou San reaching out to pinch the leaves of Clivia as he spoke, Liu Qingshan immediately stood in front of him: "You can only look at it, but you are not allowed to touch it!"

Hou San grinned: "Comrade, don't be nervous, I'll buy it."

Then, he took out a green fifty-dollar bill from his pocket, waved it in a showy way and said: "Little comrade, have you never seen such a big ticket in your village?"

"Sell me these flowers, and this one belongs to you!"

Hou San looked at the half-grown man in front of him, who was wearing shabby clothes, and deliberately wanted to take advantage of him.

If he were really an ordinary farm boy, he might have agreed.

However, Liu Qingshan didn't even look at him, and said loudly: "The orchid blooms alone in the empty valley. Only our beautiful mountains and ravines can grow such good Clivia, and you can't buy it with fifty yuan."

"Well, that's well said, well said." The retired cadre just nodded his head.

Someone nearby also echoed: "This little comrade is quite capable. I heard that our Spring City will soon designate the Clivia as the city flower. Isn't it just that the Clivia is a rare flower? It's like an independent gentleman."

Liu Qingshan also chatted a few words, and then smiled at Hou San: "Comrade Hou'er, what do you think?"

Hou San blinked his little eyes a few times. He didn't understand what everyone said just now, but he did understand one thing: Clivia is valuable.

However, this young man seems to know his stuff, so I'm afraid it's not easy to fool him.

After thinking about it, he decided to try again and said: "Comrade, you have come all the way to the city to sell flowers. It is not easy for you. I will give you more."

After saying that, he took out another big unity card.

Liu Qingshan still shook his head.

"Ten more dollars!"

Liu Qingshan ignored him

"Ten more dollars!"

Hou San was also anxious, and his voice was shriller than that of a monkey.

"I'll add..."

Hou Sanyi took out his pocket and turned it over, but he didn't find any more money.

Unwilling to be reconciled, he went to the stall owner again, murmured for a while, borrowed some money, and then said: "Little comrade, our municipal government just issued Document No. 12 last year, stipulating that the price of Clivia should not exceed 2

One hundred yuan, brother, I will pay one hundred and eighty yuan, this is a conscientious price."

Of course, Liu Qingshan would not be fooled by the opponent's little tricks. He certainly knew the documents, and he also knew that the more things prohibited by the documents were downloaded, the more money he would get.

Just like after the liberalization of commercial housing, we have been saying to control housing prices every year, but are they not going to rise every year?

Seeing that this young man could withstand the temptation of one hundred and eighty yuan, Hou San was at a loss. No matter how high the price was, he couldn't afford it.

The middle-aged stall owner next to him couldn't help but persuaded: "I mean, San'er, my young comrade is also knowledgeable. Otherwise, you can earn some handling fees."

It's not like Hou San has never done this before, helping to introduce business and earn some benefits.

Hou San stood there stunned, beginning to hesitate in his heart.

At this moment, someone suddenly shouted: "Look, foreigner, there is a foreigner coming out of the park!"

These days, we don’t see many foreigners. Wherever we go, we are watched like giant pandas.

The retired veteran cadre still had the insight and glanced at them and said: "What foreigners were called in the old society, but now they are called foreign guests."

An old man next to him also nodded: "This foreign guest comes to the park for a walk every day. I heard that he is a foreign expert invited by the machinery factory to install equipment."

The stall owner also agreed: "Isn't it true? You can see it wherever you go. In the past, there was a driver following you. I saw that car at the entrance of the park. It's just for foreign guests."

Liu Qingshan also looked over, and saw that he was a middle-aged foreigner with a bit of bald head, wearing sportswear, trotting slowly.

Then, the topic started to go astray, and everyone started talking about the life of foreigners, such as having lights and telephones upstairs and downstairs, and using cars when going out.

Liu Qingshan was very happy when he heard this: Don’t be envious, we will be able to live such a life in a few decades.

Just as he was thinking about it, he heard Hou San scream: "Haha, this foreigner is also a monkey, and he even does somersaults!"
Chapter completed!