The boss hurriedly stopped him.
"My friend, you can't trust the prices on the Internet..."
"Okay, okay, I'll give you eighty, eighty thousand. Is that okay?"
Hu Yu smiled coldly.
"Don't you even look at my appearance!!!"
"Hey, I'm not a collector, I have to make money too!"
After a long haggling, the red stamp was finally sold.
The price was 84,000 yuan, and the boss also gave him a set of the latest commemorative stamps.
Hu Yu used the money to pay off the rent owed by the two, and then posted a reward online - whoever can find Zhang Hongcheng will be given 80,000 yuan immediately!
Then Hu Yu looked at the top post in the bounty forum looking for someone to pin, and found that if he wanted to have his post pinned to the top, he would have to pay another 5,000 yuan.
He looked through his WeChat and Huabei accounts and found that after deducting his necessary living expenses, he still had a shortfall of more than 500 yuan.
Hu Yu gritted his teeth and took out a large collection book.
It seems that I can only sell some of my collection...
At eight o'clock in the evening, he finally negotiated a deal worth five hundred yuan.
Someone offered 500 yuan to buy five Great Unity tickets of average quality from Hu Yu.
Hu Yu picked up the old envelope on the table and put the five big unity notes in it, preparing to pack them and waiting for the express delivery to arrive.
Fat Hu, who suffers from obsessive-compulsive disorder, suddenly felt that something seemed to be missing on the envelope, so he simply cut a commemorative stamp and pasted it on.
"That's perfect."
Hu Yu admired his masterpiece and was about to wrap the envelope with wrapping paper.
But right under his nose, a magical scene appeared.
The commemorative stamp slowly disappeared into thin air within five seconds, and then his hands were empty, and the old envelope also disappeared.
"Oh my god, there's a ghost!!!"
(You should have noticed that it took Zhang Hongcheng three days to travel to 1972.)
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