On the first weekend after starting work, Gu Bei woke up early and hurriedly left the compound without even eating at home.

Today is a fighting Sunday.

Before the rebirth, the country had implemented a weekend system long ago, but now, people still work six days and have one day off. Families with two workers can only do all housework on weekends.

That’s why there is a saying: Sunday of fighting, Monday of exhaustion.

There are a lot of dirty clothes at home, as well as sheets and quilts ready to be taken out and washed.

Gu Bei has big things to do, but he doesn't want to be captured by Li Sufen.

I rode my bicycle through the streets until I arrived at the post and telecommunications office. I stuffed the reply letter to my aunt into the mailbox, then parked the car and entered the lobby.

Oops...

There are quite a lot of people here, and they all come here to run errands on weekends.

The Post and Telecommunications Bureau of later generations was sparse and almost closed down, but now it is a well-established department, whether it is sending letters, parcels, telegraphs, or remittances, everything is done here, and it even takes on part of the long-distance business.

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"Hey! Hey! Please speak louder, I can't hear you."

Near the wall, there was a middle-aged man talking on the phone, yelling at the top of his lungs. Judging from his anxious look on his face, he was probably worried about the 30 cents per minute long distance charge.

Gu Bei queued up consciously, and it was his turn half an hour later.

The speed and efficiency of business processing are really worrying.

"Hello, comrade, I'm buying stamps."

The aunt behind the counter didn't even raise her eyelids, and asked with a poker face: "How many do you want?"

He said that after taking one edition, he would tear it up.

"Are there any zodiac chicken tickets left?"

The aunt stopped in time and glanced at Gu Bei.

"A stamp collector?"

Although there are not many philatelic enthusiasts now, it is not impossible. Before Gu Bei came in just now, he saw a few people at the door of the Post and Telecommunications Bureau. They were holding cardboards with the words: philatelic enthusiasts, looking for colleagues to exchange and learn.

"Yes, comrade, are there any full pages?"

The zodiac chicken tickets were issued at the beginning of the year, and it’s already November. It’s hard to say whether they are available or not.

Although the value of chicken tickets in later generations is far less than that of monkey tickets, a single ticket has been sold for more than 200, and a full page of 80 tickets can sell for 20,000.

Gu Bei didn't buy chicken tickets just to wait for the value to rise in thirty years, but to settle a worry on his mind.

After rebirth, you know that this thing has collectible value, but you don't take action. Aren't you afraid of being criticized by readers?

"Yes, how many editions do you want?"

Really?

"Comrade, do you still have the monkey tickets?"

Gu Bei asked in a greedy manner.

What if.

The aunt was obviously impatient: "Why did you go so early? How many editions do you want?"

Gu Bei was secretly sad and estimated the money in his pocket.

“Let’s have a version!”

It will take thirty years for the value to rise to more than 20,000 yuan. I save a copy just for the comfort of my heart. If I really hope to make a fortune, Gu Bei can kill him now.

The aunt rummaged through several books for a long time, handed Gu Bei a copy, offered seven yuan, and got back 6 cents in change.

After coming out of the post and telecommunications office, Gu Bei was still feeling regretful. It would have been better if he could have come a year earlier. He also bought six editions of monkey tickets. Thirty years later, when his eldest son gets married, he sells one edition, and when his second son gets married, he sells another edition.

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He had breakfast at the state-owned canteen across the street. When he came out, Gu Bei also had a piece of cardboard in his hand, which said: Looking for stamp collectors to communicate with each other.

Then he returned to the door of the post and telecommunications office, put the big sign next to his legs, and ignored the strange looks of people coming and going.

I took out the Dazhongjiu I got yesterday, lit one, and smoked it leisurely.

After half an hour, someone finally came up to me.

"Little comrade, do you also like collecting stamps?"

The use of the word "small" is very unpleasant.

I glanced at the man. He had black-rimmed glasses and his hair was meticulously combed. He looked like a gentle scumbag.

Seeing that Gu Bei didn't speak and just stared at him, the man felt a little unnatural.

"Do you... accept it?"

It's great to talk about business matters, but I'm not familiar with them, so what's the point of covering it up when it's nothing?

"Is there any good one?"

Gu Bei responded, and the man suddenly became energetic.

"It depends on what you want to communicate?"

Not only buying and selling, but also under the guise of communication, Gu Bei wanted to laugh, but when he thought about it carefully, this was also a characteristic of the current era. People were ashamed to talk about money, but it was also what they were thinking about.

"Do you have the monkey ticket from last year?"

The man's eyes lit up: "Yes! Do you want a leaflet or a full page?"

Oops...

Gu Bei was a little surprised. He originally just wanted to try his luck, but he didn't expect that he would actually meet him.

Dude, you're about to lose an apartment.

"What's the price for a full edition? How many editions do you have?"

People nowadays are reserved, but Gu Beike doesn't say much.

The man hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and reported a number: "25, I only have one page."

Gu Bei's shocked expression was like meeting a weirdo. When the man said "2", he thought it was 200. At this price, he really couldn't afford it.

I have all my wealth in my pocket, but it only costs over 50 yuan.

Result,25.

Thirty years later, this person will definitely regret and go crazy.

"Brother, what's going on? It's 8 cents a piece, six dollars and a half for the whole page. You asked me for 25. Excuse me, can you earn 25 for the last month of work?"

Although Gu Bei couldn't wait to get it, he still decided to negotiate the price.

Every penny saved is worth a penny. His current monthly salary is only RMB 32.

"This... this is the first edition of the zodiac ticket. It is very collectible. It's definitely not expensive if I want 25. If I didn't need money urgently, I wouldn't be willing to sell it."

hehe!

He is very discerning, but he is still limited by this era.

At this time, if anyone told him that a stamp worth 6.4 yuan a stamp could be sold for more than one million thirty years later, the other person would definitely not be moved, and would only look at him with a look of care for the mentally retarded.

The person who said this.

"Even if the stamps issued last year have collectible value, how high can they be? Besides, the circulation is in the millions. I can't get a single edition anywhere. I have to spend 25 to buy it from you."

After Gu Bei finished speaking, he pretended not to pay any attention to that person.

"You... if you think it's expensive, just make a price!"

Seeing that the business was going bad, the man no longer cared about his dignity.

"12."

Gu Bei impatiently quoted a price, as if he would leave if the negotiation couldn't be settled.

The man hesitated: "You can add some more. It's definitely not easy to buy the full version of Monkey Ticket now."

Nonsense, if it is easy to buy, do I need to hold up a sign on the street?

"15,15 I will give it to you."

In order to prevent the other party from feeling too regretful thirty years later, Gu Bei pretended to be embarrassed and hesitated before nodding.

"Okay, let me help you."

As he spoke, he took out a handful of money from his pocket, counted 15 and handed it over. The other party happily took it, then handed the full page of monkey tickets to Gu Bei, turned around and left, as if he was afraid that Gu Bei would regret it.

I hope he can still have such an optimistic attitude thirty years from now.

Gu Bei watched the other party leave, and then prepared to close the stall. Winning one page was already an unexpected surprise, and asking for more would be a bit greedy. Moreover, this was not the only thing he came out to do today.

"Brother, do you still want those stamps?"
To be continued...