Seeing her looking at him again and again, asking one question after another, the shopkeeper finally asked impatiently, "Beautiful lady, are you going to buy it or not?"
Yun Shudai gave an awkward laugh: "Boss, do you accept stamps?"
The shopkeeper said "Oh," and then said, "You want to issue stamps? You should have said so earlier. I'll take them. What kind? Show them to me."
Yun Shudai took out the sheet of stamps. The shopkeeper looked at it and said, "It's so new! It's in good condition. Are you going to issue the whole sheet?"
"Yes, what price can you offer?"
The boss observed carefully and remained silent for a long time.
Yun Shudai smiled: "This can't be fake."
The shopkeeper then said, "This version of yours sells for 590 on the market, but since you've kept it so well, I can give it to you for 610."
"One sheet or a complete set?"
"One sheet."
Yun Shudai frowned, looked down at her phone and checked, and indeed this version wasn't worth much: "What year is your most expensive stamp?"
"The most expensive item in our store is this one, which costs over 20,000 yuan. However, if you have a red stamp, it sold for that price at auction recently."
Yun Shudai looked at the hand gesture she made and clicked her tongue twice.
"This stamp set has been issued to you."
The shop owner exclaimed happily, "Alright! My name is Zhang Xiaoling. Beautiful lady, if you have any good stuff in the future, feel free to come to our shop. You can also add me on WeChat, and I can give you a quote on your phone."
"Sure. Besides stamps, what else do you collect?"
“We collect items from that era. We also have an online store; I’ll send it to your phone in a bit. Welcome to our store.”
Yun Shudai nodded, accepted several thousand yuan from her, and bought an old-fashioned kerosene lamp from her, along with some kerosene, to take back to Lao He.
After returning home, Yun Shudai made four or five trips to bring her things into the house.
However, it's daytime now, and she encounters people every time she goes out, and the way they look at her is always different.
Some people enthusiastically asked her why she bought so many old-fashioned sewing machines, but Yun Shudai just smiled awkwardly and brushed them off.
After getting off the elevator, some acquaintances pointed at her and said, "She seems to live on the sixteenth floor. Lately, she's been bringing things into her apartment. I asked the people on the sixteenth floor, and they said she lives alone."
"Living alone? I saw her buying a lot of food the other day, enough for at least a dozen people."
"A dozen or so people? Impossible. The largest apartment in our complex is only three bedrooms. Her room can only accommodate a maximum of three people... Oh dear, could it be some kind of pyramid scheme or something?"
The two women talked and found it increasingly possible. They looked at each other and understood what was going on. A few minutes later, the two helpful middle-aged women appeared in the property management's monitoring room.
Yun Shudai was exhausted and lay on the sofa watching Lao He use lemon, vinegar, baking soda, and toothpaste to rub the copper plate layer after layer in the kitchen sink, scrubbing it with a steel wool pad.
"It actually works! It can be brushed off. Tsk, it even has patterns on it. Could Old Yun's be an antique too?"
Yun Shudai became curious, got up, and walked through the fabric bicycle that she hadn't yet put into her spatial storage into the kitchen.
He glanced at it and asked, "What does it look like?"
He Wan was also puzzled by this: "I don't understand it, I've never seen it before."
As the two were examining what it was, the doorbell suddenly rang.
The two exchanged a glance, and Lao He quickly washed his hands nervously, saying, "Is it your assistant who's here?"
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