Chapter 6 If you don’t sell monkey tickets, you will come in vain

The food in the canteen of School D of the District Committee is good, but unfortunately it is a bit expensive for food stamps.

Lin Weimin thought as he nibbled on the white steamed bun in his hand.

After staying in the country for a year, the sense of crisis about eating has penetrated into his bones. He didn't eat a few meals of rice and white noodles in the country for a year. When he suddenly had a meal full of fine grains, his heart actually burst into tears.

Feeling of guilt.

His grandma is such a bitch!

Lin Weimin cursed himself.

I used to think about it when I couldn't eat it, but now I start to worry about it after eating it.

He concluded, there is still no money to make trouble!

The cafeteria was noisy, not only the students from the literature training center, but also the employees, cadres and cadres of School D and those who came for further training.

Lin Weimin ate all the food in the aluminum lunch box, only licking the plate. When he went to wash the lunch box, he saw a middle-aged man who looked like a cadre pouring the leftovers into the swill bucket next to the sink. He frowned.

"All their post offices have quotas. Maybe other post offices have quotas?"

Lin Weimin transformed into a dormitory boy and chatted with people everywhere until he came back after seven o'clock in the evening.

"Comrade, do you have the Gengshen Monkey Ticket that was just issued this year?"

Stamp collecting is a hobby that started in China in the 1950s. When the Gengshen Monkey Ticket was released, it did not attract the attention of many domestic philatelic enthusiasts.

The main purpose of his trip today was to familiarize himself with the familiar environment in Yanjing City and to look for business opportunities to make a fortune. As for buying monkey tickets, it was just hunting rabbits in the grass.

There are few buses these days and the departure time is very long, so the two of them simply came out early.

Lin Weimin left the post office disappointed and looked at the sky.

In the rural areas of Longjiang Province at this time, even if you have great abilities, it will be difficult to use them.

People are different from each other. Like most students in the training center, the two uncles have official status. Jiao Yundian is a cadre of the Cultural Bureau of Xishan County, and Guo Yudao is a member of the creative team of the cultural center, including Huang Zonghan who is hanging out and is also an editor.

Origin.

A night of silence.

Some people are considered cadres, and some may not even be considered officials, but they all rely on writing to make a living. Not only do they receive salaries and royalties, but they also receive subsidies from government agencies. Comparing Lin Weimin’s current conditions with others,

Not bad at all.

Qu Xiaowei took him to another post office. This time he finally had it, not much, just one edition, and there were some scattered ones left.

"Who buys a full page of stamps to use? I am a stamp collector."

"Then let's go to Xidan."

With this little money, I can't even buy a few editions of the "Gengshen Monkey Ticket" just issued this year.

After eating, some students wandered around D School in twos and threes, while others returned to their dormitories.

After dinner the next morning, Lin Weimin asked some uncles in the dormitory for their opinions. They wanted to visit Tiananmen Square. It would take half a day to go back and forth. Lin Weimin decided to forget it and let the uncles go free.

During the event, he roped in Qu Xiaowei, a native of Yanjing.

"For the people, can you buy so many stamps and use them?" Qu Xiaowei was puzzled.

He has long since seen through this year of time travel, what time travel and not time travel, it is the times that create heroes, not heroes that create times.

It's hard for me to get out of nowhere, so I should study and solve my living conditions.

The wine and meat in Zhumen stinks, and there are frozen bones on the road.

Lin Weimin made up his mind to go out for a walk tomorrow and first go to the post office to sweep up monkey tickets.

"I'm here to see the excitement, and we'll go shopping later."

At this time, there was no movement in the dormitory. Jiao Yundian was writing at his desk, Guo Yudao was reading, and Huang Zonghan, like him, was nowhere to be seen.

In four years, I saved 160 yuan, which made everyone sad and in tears.

After all, it is a set of twelve zodiac stamps and a twelve-year set of zodiac monkey stamps. Just hearing the name makes it very collectible.

It wasn't until news came out that the postal department was planning to issue a set of twelve zodiac stamps that the Gengshen Monkey Stamp became popular in the philatelic market.

"No, thank you."

"Ah, gone?"

"Yeah, would you like to see something else?"

"Where is the busiest place in Yanjing now?" Lin Weimin asked.

Lin Weimin touched his pocket and found that of the 280 yuan, 120 yuan was the royalties he earned from writing novels, and the remaining 160 yuan was the money he had saved during his four years in the countryside.

In the 1920s and 1930s, shopping malls already appeared on Xidan Street. In the following years, shopping malls such as Fude, Yide, Huide, Houde, Fushou and temporary shopping malls appeared. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, public-private partnerships began.

It has become the Xidan Shopping Mall in the eyes of ordinary people in Yanjing.

These people had suffered in the past, but now they are doing pretty well.

When he arrived at Xidan Shopping Mall, Lin Weimin couldn't see anything but walked around the counters.

For those who traveled back in time to the 1980s, it would be a shame not to buy a few versions of Monkey Ticket.

The two of them walked around the mall. The salesperson's attitude was pretty good. Lin Weimin didn't even look at him when he asked if he wanted to buy it. Well, his quality was much higher than that of the salespersons in the county.

Qu Xiaowei wondered, "Weimin, didn't you say you wanted to buy something?"

"No more sold."

"Yeah." Lin Weimin responded depressedly.

When the bus passed by the intersection of Chang'an Street in Dongdan, bicycles were coming and going on the street. It was almost a few years ago that the bicycle army took shape.

Lin Weimin wrapped a version of the monkey tickets. The face value of the monkey tickets was eight cents. There were eighty monkey tickets in one version, which cost six yuan and four cents. A total of nine yuan was spent.

In the 1980s, most farmers across the country had just had enough to eat, but some people were already pursuing a higher state than having enough to eat.

"Collect stamps?"

The cheapest bicycle now seems to cost 120 yuan, and you need a bicycle ticket. When you have more money, you must get one, otherwise you have to take the bus everywhere and wait for a long time, which is too bad

It's convenient, Lin Weimin thought.

Seeing the two men in their forties and fifties working so diligently, Lin Weimin couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, but this feeling was fleeting.

It shouldn’t be. Is this thing so popular now?

"For the people, do you want to buy the Geng Shen Monkey Ticket?" Qu Xiaowei asked.

In the following years, because many people did not see the value of this monkey stamp when it was issued, they were directly used to mail letters. As a result, the number of Gengshen monkey stamps in existence was much less than that of other zodiac stamps, and their value has remained high.

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Lin Weimin was right. The circulation of the 80 edition Monkey Ticket was relatively large, and it was impossible to buy it less than a year after it was released.

After shopping for about an hour, Lin Weimin had a general understanding of the prices here, so he pulled Qu Xiaowei out of the mall and asked him where there was a post office. Qu Xiaowei took Lin Weimin to the nearest post office.

Although it will be many years before this thing actually sells for a sky-high price, it is still increasing in value after all, which is a guarantee.

"Let's go to Xidan."

At its most expensive, the market price of a single monkey ticket was as high as 16,000 yuan.

Qu Xiaowei looked at Lin Weimin's rags and was deeply suspicious of this.

Lin Weimin said to him in a tone similar to that of a magician: "Brother Xin, if you have money, buy some."

Qu Xiaowei curled his lips, "Why should I buy that thing? With that money, can I buy a few books?"

Lin Weimin didn't try to persuade him anymore, he just wanted to see his grandson's expression of regret and tears a few years later.
Chapter completed!