The Myth of Fortune Through Time

The newspapers on Saturday, especially the local newspapers in Pengcheng, reported Yian Technology from various aspects.

Yang Beichuan couldn't be contacted, and no one even answered the phone calls in the column of listed company information in the Securities Commission, so I had to put the previous report in another way and report it again.

Commonly known as stir-fried overnight rice.

It doesn’t matter if there is no new idea, it’s only serious to get rid of the relationship with Yi’an Technology as soon as possible. After all, it has been touted from all angles and angles before, and now we must set things right, trace the unreliable place of this company from clues, and give readers an explanation.

This is the responsibility of the media.

When Yang Beichuan woke up, he saw the overwhelming negative reports and realized that he had become a street mouse. He was furious, standing barefoot on the ground and cursing.

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In the afternoon, Su Xing received a call from Wu Dazhi, saying that he had a good stamp.

Originally 20 stamps, this set of stamps was taken from "Water Margin", one of the four famous novels, and was designed by Zhou Feng, a professor at the Art College of Luzhou University.In a word, stamps are very precious, and the painting skills are very good, it is the same, there is only one stamp, not a complete set.

This one, collectors offer 1 yuan.

In 2000, the annual salary of ordinary people was only 6000 to [-] yuan. That is to say, it was not enough for a worker to buy a small postage stamp with two years' salary.

Su Xing didn't know anything about stamps, but he had never heard of the stamps of the four great classics, so the price was a bit high.

He said: "One stamp is useless, right? And this set of stamps is not worth collecting."

Never heard of it.

Wu Dazhi said: "I don't know the collector. A friend introduced him. I'll send his BB number to your phone, and you can contact him yourself."

In 2000, there were a lot of people using BB machines. There were public telephone booths everywhere on the street, and there were fixed-line telephones available in convenience stores. A call cost one yuan.

But it is very strange for a stamp collector who offers a price of 1 yuan to use a BB machine.

Su Xing received a text message, called the number above, and the other party called back quickly.

"Mr. Su? This stamp is very precious. If I can't make up a set, I really don't want to sell it."

A slightly old voice on the phone said hurriedly, how precious this stamp is, how good the brushwork is, blah blah blah.

After he finished speaking, he woke up and said, "Since you can't make up a set, it's useless, isn't it?"

"No, no, it's just that I can't get it all together." The other party was anxious, and said: "It was published in 87, and it has been more than ten years now. It is true that it is more difficult to collect, but it will definitely not be impossible to collect."

Woke up and said, "Three thousand, will you sell it or not?"

"..."

The other party seemed to be choking heavily, and did not respond for a few seconds.

Su Xing immediately hung up the phone, and two minutes later, the two parties followed up with another call: "Mr. Su, there is no bargaining like this..."

"It's just one piece, not a set. Three thousand is already not low. Do you want it, or hang up."

"Don't, don't, don't hang up. Five thousand."

Wake up and hang up the phone directly.

He had just opened the door of the refrigerator, and before his hand touched the Coke, the phone rang again. He pressed the answer button and the speakerphone at the same time. The helpless voice of the other party echoed in the living room: "I told you not to hang up. Bought it for 90 yuan and kept it for ten years, 5000 yuan is not too much, right?"

"It's too much. 3000 yuan has increased tenfold in ten years, and you don't make as much money as you do in stocks. You said you bought it for 1000 yuan, and I will definitely counter-offer [-] yuan."

other side:"……"

Su Xing said: "If you say something, you can't take back the water you poured out. Think about it, call me if you want to sell it for three thousand."

That's not the way to calculate it. Why don't you say how many times the price has risen in ten years.The other party complained all kinds of things in his heart, and said helplessly, "Okay."

If it wasn't for only one, he wouldn't have shot it easily.

The two made an appointment to meet at KFC at a certain intersection, and the other party said that he was wearing a striped T-shirt.

As soon as Su Xing pushed open the glass door of KFC, he saw a middle-aged man in his early fifties standing at the door. He looked like he was waiting for someone. He was looking around. A thick striped T-shirt on his body was washed and faded.

Su Xing stopped in front of the middle-aged man, and said, "Old Yu?"

The middle-aged man's eyes lit up, and he said, "Yes, yes, you are Mr. Su, right?"

How come there is a feeling of being regarded as a human-shaped Huaxia currency?Su Xing said: "Yes. Sit over there."

Lao Yu had never been to a place like KFC, and when he saw every table piled up with French fries, burgers and Coke, he was a little nervous, and said, "No need?"

Su Xing smiled slightly and said, "No need to order."

After speaking, sit down at the empty table.On Saturday, KFC was very crowded, and there was only one empty table in the corner with two seats.

Lao Yu had no choice but to follow, sat down on another chair, and said, "Did you bring the money?"

"Where are the stamps? Let me see."

Lao Yu fumbled in his trouser pocket for a long time, took out a dilapidated wallet, took out a stamp from the interlayer inside, and said, "This is "Shi Jin Xiwu."

Su Xing took it and took a look, the painting skills are very good, the printing is exquisite, and the preservation is not bad.He put the stamps in his pocket, Lao Yu was taken aback and almost cried out.

Su Xing took out a stack of glowing red Huaxia coins from his wallet, counted 3000 yuan and put them on the table, saying, "Afraid I'll run away with the stamps?"

"No, no." Lao Yu said, and eagerly picked up the Huaxia coins and counted them. He counted twice and confirmed that there was no problem, and said, "Okay."

Su Xing nodded and said, "You go first."

With 3000 yuan in cash in his pocket, Lao Yu didn't want to sit for a long time, so he got up and left.

After he left, Su Xing called Lu Siying: "Is your father at home?"

"I've been guarding the door. Oh——"

After hanging up the phone, Su Xing bought two soft bags, hailed a taxi, and reported Lu Siying's home address.

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Lu Jingxian sat on a small stool at the entrance of the courtyard and chatted with the neighbor who lived across the door. This neighbor was the old lady who checked every day to see if Lu Siying had returned home, and gave him small reports at any time.

The two of them were having a short chat with their parents when they saw a handsome young man walking in from the entrance of the alley, carrying a red bag in his hand, two cigarettes could be vaguely seen.

The old lady said casually, "What a handsome young man."

Before he finished speaking, Lu Jingxian's face changed drastically, he got up and took a small stool in, and closed the door behind him.

The old lady was stunned for a moment, she understood, and when Su Xing approached, she said, "Young man, come to see Si Ying?"

Su Xing smiled and said, "Yes. Auntie, is Siying at home?"

"Yes. Old Lu is here too." The old lady raised her voice and shouted, "Old Lu, open the door."

There was no movement at the door.

The old lady said: "How can you leave the new son-in-law at the door of the house?"

Neighbors heard the shouts and came out to watch the excitement, the one who had quarreled with Lu Jingxian suddenly walked up to Su Xing and said, "Young man, don't stand there, go to my house and have a glass of water."

The old lady shouted: "Old Lu, if you don't come out again, the son-in-law will be robbed by the old money."

As soon as the door opened, Lu Jingxian stood at the door with an angry face, staring at Lao Qian, the neighbor who quarreled.