Yun Shudai smiled awkwardly: "Boss, do you accept stamps?"

The boss said, "You want to sell stamps? You should have said so earlier. I'll take them. What kind are they? Take them out and let me see."

Yun Shudai took out the stamps. The young boss took a look and said, "It's so new and well preserved. Do you want to issue all the stamps?"

"Yes, what's the price?"

The boss looked at it carefully and said nothing for a long time.

Yun Shudai smiled: "I can't be fake."

The young boss then said, "This version of yours is 590 yuan on the market, but since you've taken such good care of it, I can give you 610 yuan."

"One sheet or one edition?"

"One."

Yun Shudai frowned, lowered her head and checked on her phone. It was true that this version was not valuable. "Which year is your most expensive stamp from?"

"The most expensive item in our store is this one that costs over 20,000 yuan, but if there was a red stamp, it would have sold for this price at an auction some time ago."

Yun Shudai looked at the gestures she made and clicked her tongue twice.

"This stamp is for you."

The young boss shouted happily: "Okay, my name is Zhang Xiaoling. If you have any good things in the future, just come to our store. You can also add WeChat and I can give you a quote on my phone."

"Sure. What else do you collect besides stamps?"

"We collect all things from that era. We also have an online store. I'll send the information to your phone later. You're welcome to visit." Yun Shudai nodded, took a few thousand yuan from her, and bought an old-fashioned kerosene lamp from her, including some kerosene, and took it back for Lao He to use.

After returning home, Yun Shudai took four or five trips to pull the things into the house.

But it was daytime now, and she would meet people every time she went, and the way they looked at her was different.

Some people also enthusiastically asked her why she bought so many old sewing machines, but Yun Shudai just smiled awkwardly and tried to fool them.

After getting off the elevator, some familiar people pointed at her and said, "She seems to be on the 16th floor. She has been pulling things into the house recently. I asked the people on the 16th floor and they said she lives alone."

"Living alone? I saw her buying a lot of food some time ago. The amount was enough for at least a dozen people."

"More than a dozen people? Impossible. The largest apartment in our community only has three bedrooms. At most three people can live in her room. Oh, this is not some pyramid scheme or something, right?"

The more they talked, the more likely it seemed. They looked at each other and understood something. So a few minutes later, the two enthusiastic aunts appeared in the property's surveillance room.

Yun Shudai was exhausted as a dog at this moment. She lay on the sofa and watched Lao He applying layer after layer of lemon, acetic acid, baking soda, and toothpaste to the copper sheet in the kitchen sink, and brushing it with a steel wool.

"It's really useful. It can be brushed off. Tsk, there are patterns on it. Could this be an antique, too, Old Yun?"

Yun Shudai was curious, so she stood up and walked into the kitchen, passing the fabric bicycle that had not yet been put into the space.

He took a look and asked, "What does it look like?"

He Wan was also very curious about this thing: "I don't understand, I've never seen it before."

As the two were trying to figure out what this thing was, the doorbell suddenly rang.

The two looked at each other, and Lao He quickly washed his hands and said nervously: "Is it your assistant who is here?" (End of this chapter)