Future Stamps and Coins Diary

Chapter 2: Eight Coins

As business came, Lu Youxin naturally returned to the counter, looked at the old man, and tried to cheer himself up. "Uncle, what can I do for you?"

"Boss, can you help me check whether I can accept this?"

The old man opened his handbag, pulled out a stack of square booklets and placed them in front of Lu Youxin.

Those who can enter the stamp and coin market have some understanding of the market conditions, and transactions are often relatively direct.

Lu Youxin glanced at it, flipped through it twice, and seemed to have little interest.

"How much do you want to sell?"

"20 yuan, about that. Here are twenty books. If you want them, I have some more at home and can sell them to you as well." The old man said straightforwardly.

"20? Uncle, you can't sell it for that price now. You can look somewhere else." Lu Youxin took a look and found that it was only a business worth three or four hundred yuan. Even if it was a pure profit, it wouldn't be much, so he completely lost interest.

"I've collected this booklet for several years. I bought it for 20 yuan before." The old man didn't expect to be turned away before the business discussion even started. He became a little anxious for a moment.

"It can't even be sold for 20." Lu Youxin said with a smile.

Lu Feng counted them carefully and found that there were exactly 20 books. His heartbeat suddenly quickened a lot.

Really!

The contents of the diary turned out to be true!
The old man in the peaked cap, the eight-cent coins in a row, and the 20-yuan book, all match up!
Lu Feng realized that a godsend opportunity was right in front of him.

However, as an employee at the stall, he still advised in his heart: "Boss Lu, the price of this eight-cent coin has been flat for five or six years. Maybe it will go up at a chance. This is only 400 yuan..."

"What do you know!"

Before Lu Feng finished speaking, Lu Youxin interrupted him. "You also know that it has been dormant for five or six years? When Boss Xu couldn't make it anymore and sold it, no one took it at 18 yuan. Isn't 400 yuan not money?"

Obviously, he was feeling sleepy at this moment and had no intention of talking to Lu Feng.

"Four hundred bucks. If you don't mind the hard work of wiping your butt, buy it yourself."

The two men watched Lu Youxin disappear in front of the stall door and smiled awkwardly at each other.

The old man smiled bitterly and took back the twenty booklets.

Lu Tong took a deep breath, suppressed his excitement, and said softly: "Uncle, our boss doesn't like it, how about you sell it to me?"

"You want it?" The old man was stunned.

Lu Tong nodded quickly and said sincerely: "I like this thing very much, and I think it has a certain collection value. It has been sideways for so long, and there should be a chance for it to rise in the future. The price is so low now, and you have held it for so many years, why are you selling it now?"

"I don't understand this thing either. A friend from the bank sold it to me. I don't have any use for it now." The old man was obviously very happy that Lu Feng could buy it and started to talkative.

"My wife and I have only one daughter. After graduating from UBC this year, she found a local boyfriend and said she was going to settle down in Vancouver. There was no other way, so we two old guys had to move with her. At least we will have more opportunities to see each other in the future."

"I've cleared out most of the things in my house. I have three buildings left to collect rent in the village. I can't take these banknotes and other things with me, so I thought I'd just sell them nearby for some money. Young man, if you really like them, I have a lot more at home, and I'll sell them all to you."

Hearing this, Lu Feng asked in surprise: "Uncle, how many do you have at home?"

"Two large boxes, kept in the warehouse. If I remember correctly, there should be a thousand books."

One thousand copies! Twenty thousand dollars!
This was the first time that Lu Tong had started his own business since he was a child, and his net worth increased fourfold in one go.

If it weren't for today's verification, Lu Feng would never be so bold. However, he quickly realized that with a profit of about 15 times in just half a month, this was definitely a great opportunity for him to make his first pot of gold. He would definitely regret it if he missed it.

However, all the money on hand could not buy even a quarter of it.

It's okay, just take these 20 sets first, and think of a way to deal with the rest. Lu Feng calmed down and nodded, "Okay, uncle. But I don't have that much money right now, can you give me some time?"

"Hahaha, that's true. As long as it can be sold successfully, it doesn't matter if it's a few days earlier or later." The old man laughed.

In fact, before coming here, he, like other investors, had done some basic research and knew that the current market price was around 18 yuan.

He deliberately quoted a high price of twenty yuan so that there would be some room for negotiation and the price would not be stuck at the beginning.

Now, if he meets someone who can get all for 20 yuan, he will naturally be happy.

In six years, not losing money is the best investment. You know, many old friends have collected stamps for a lifetime, but in the end they found that they could not cash in at all, and most of them became waste paper.

I can only say that if you pay for your feelings, you will often be hurt by them!
"Then please leave your phone number." Lu Feng did not say much.

The old man quickly wrote down his cell phone number and left his last name - Zhang.

Lu Feng took out 400 yuan from the counter and gave it to him in advance, intending to go to the ATM across the street at noon to withdraw the money and make up the difference.

After the old man left, Lu Feng quickly put away the twenty cents in a row. After thinking for a long time, he still couldn't figure out where he could get the ten thousand yuan.

Ask your boss for an advance?

That's absolutely impossible. Last time I wanted to ask him for 1,000 yuan to pay the rent, he refused with excuses, let alone tens of thousands.

It seems that I can only go to the market to borrow money!
Every stamp, coin and card market has a special group. They are both merchants in the market and act as simple banks. In the final analysis, it is private lending.

Compared with banks, its advantage is fast turnover, while its disadvantages are high interest rates and the need for credit support.

Lu Feng asked the young man at the stall next to him to help look after the situation and went straight to the familiar counter.

……

"What? Fifteen thousand? When did Boss Lu become so poor?" Behind the counter, the middle-aged man with a beer belly was named Wang Yuechao (not Wang Chaoyue), who made a living by lending money and was a close friend of Lu Youxin.

Lu Feng quickly explained: "It's not Mr. Lu who wants the loan, it's me who wants it."

"You?" Wang Yuechao stared at Lu Feng with suspicion, and after a moment he said, "Okay, call Boss Lu."

Lu Feng's heart darkened.

In this market, everyone cares about face, and the most obvious subtext of this sentence is not to lend.

The only thing left is to say you're not worth the price.

Lu Feng had seen Lu Youxin come here to get money. Every time it was a turnover of hundreds of thousands or even hundreds of thousands. He could take the money away as long as he signed.

According to Lu Youxin, this is called credit.

The limit is five hundred thousand!
"This matter has nothing to do with Mr. Lu. I will borrow it in my own name." Lu Tong hesitated for a moment, and finally made a decision: "How about this, I will use something as collateral."

"We have to call Old Lu for this too." There was no room for negotiation in Wang Yuechao's voice.

"Why?" Lu Feng was puzzled.

Wang Yuechao was merciless. "If I don't let Boss Lu know, how can I know if you are using his stall's items as collateral?"

Lu Feng was speechless. But they have already made it clear that they don't trust you, let alone consider you as a person in this market, so why bother trying to please them?

"Forget it!" Lu Feng didn't stay any longer.

(End of this chapter)