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Chapter 145: Stamp Market
Gao Qi has followed Lu Feng to the capital, but still doesn't know what Lu Feng is doing in the capital.

When she got into the taxi and heard Lu Feng mention the destination, she was confused.

"Stamp and Coin Society? What does that mean?"

"It's a place for stamps and coins, a place for speculation, trading and buying and selling these things."

Lu Feng explained casually.

In fact, to be precise, this market should be called stamp and coin cards, and the card here represents the earliest telephone card in the country, namely the Tamura card.

There are a lot of people hyping this stuff, and have been for years.

However, with the popularization of IC cards, Tamura card transactions have withdrawn from the market.

However, speculation in stamps and coins is still very common.

In his previous life, Lu Feng's father lost all his fortune and was left with a huge debt because of investing in stamps. He eventually died.

The person who caused this tragedy was Wang Guoqiang, the owner of Sida Stamp and Coin Agency.

"Stamps? You mean stamp collecting?"

Gao Qi seemed to understand: "It seems that some people of my dad's generation played this game.

It seems that some stamps are very valuable and can be sold for a lot of money!"

"Yes, the most expensive piece of red is auctioned for tens of millions."

As Lu Feng spoke, there was no expression on his face, but his eyes were deep.

The domestic stamp collection market has been developing for many years, and can be traced back to 88.

In the early 1980s, stamps were just a form of postage voucher.

But on August 88, 8, the China National Philatelic Corporation raised the price of stamps, opening up the domestic stamp market for speculation and causing a crazy surge in stamp prices.

And 20 days later, the Yuetan Stamp Market appeared in the capital. The stamp market became increasingly intense, and the stamps issued that day had to be doubled at face value.

For example, the "Elk" imperforate stamp was sold at a public price of 0.72 yuan, but was sold by private individuals for more than 10 yuan on the same day, more than 10 times the price.

Under such hot market conditions, long queues formed in front of philatelic companies, and the philatelic market was booming.

At a time when even people with an annual income of 10,000 yuan were rare, there were already large transactions worth tens of thousands of yuan.

In the 90s, the stamp market was in full swing.

More than 5 people enter the Yuetan Stamp Market every day. Even though they need to buy admission tickets, it can't stop the enthusiasm of stamp collectors.

Countless people entered the stamp market with the dream of getting rich by selling stamps. They dreamed of becoming wealthy and becoming extremely wealthy.

In fact, many wealth-making myths were born during that period.

A group of people did make money.

It is precisely because of these examples that later generations have full faith in the stamp market and are determined to invest in it.

Lu Feng remembered that his father said that he had a leader who made a lot of money by collecting stamps, which made his father very envious.

That’s why my dad decided to enter the stamp market.

"Tens of millions?"

Gao Qi was shocked: "A stamp can be sold for tens of millions? Why? It seems ridiculous."

“It’s a bit far-fetched, but this is actually how finance works, artificially creating scarcity and giving items added value beyond their original value.”

Lu Feng said casually: "Most of the artworks in the world are operated in this way. Some people put their own shit in a jar and sold it at a sky-high price of 150 million.

I don’t mind the high price, as long as someone is willing to take it.”

"Eh! That's disgusting."

Gao Qi curled his lips and then sighed: "Stamps can't be considered works of art, right? I guess only in China would stamps be speculated to be so expensive, right?"

"That's really not the case."

Lu Feng smiled and said: "Stamp collecting is a hobby that was introduced to China from abroad.

In the 19th century, the British began collecting stamps and speculating on postage stamps.

The concept of stamp collecting only began to appear in China in the late 19th century.

In the 20s, Shanghai already had the country's first philatelic magazine and a philatelic organization.

But the domestic stamp market only started to develop on a large scale in the late 80s.”

"You know so much!" Gao Qi's eyes sparkled with admiration.

However, Lu Feng saw through her intention to please him and raised his hand to tap her forehead: "Don't be so obvious."

"Ouch!"

Lu Feng used quite a bit of force and Gao Qi cried out in pain and covered her forehead with her hands, but a smile of secret delight appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Lu Feng glanced at her and shook his head helplessly.

Still, she felt good.

Gao Qi smiled secretly. Seeing that Lu Feng stopped talking, she took the initiative to ask: "It sounds like stamp collection is quite formal, right?"

"It is mature, but not formal."

Lu Feng shook his head: "Stocks are formal, futures contracts are formal, but stamps can only be regarded as a category in the field of folk collection."

"That's pretty cool too! It should be considered a work of art, right?"

Gao Qi was not interested in stamps, she just wanted to listen to Lu Feng talk.

"artwork?"

Lu Feng smiled: "Let's not talk about the fact that the modern art world has become the back garden of the financial sector. Just take stamps and other printed products, how much does it have to do with art?

The reason why there is a stamp market is purely because it has speculative properties. Otherwise, it would just be a pile of waste paper. Who would still use stamps now?"

Hearing him say this, Gao Qi was a little confused: "Then why did you go to that post office?"

Lu Feng did not answer the question, but beat around the bush: "Although the stamps themselves are not valuable, the concept of stamp collection is very valuable because there is room for profit from operations.

Finance is not about products, but about concepts. As long as there is a concept to support it and it can attract buyers, it can be played.”

Gao Qi was confused by what he heard and felt it was powerful.

Lu Feng did not explain any further. The deeper purpose of his trip was only known to him and he could not tell anyone else.

"Hello, we're here."

The taxi driver stopped the car on the side of the road.

Lu Feng paid and got off the car. He looked around and his eyes fell on the tall buildings on the side of the road.

He remembers every brick of Madian East Road clearly.

He had come here countless times in his previous life, wanting to kill the culprit whom he hated so much with his own hands.

But in the end, he didn't do it.

He knew that his deceased parents would never want to see him become an executioner with blood on his hands.

However, this made him regret for many years.

In his previous life, he avenged his parents in his own way, but did not make the culprit pay a sufficient price.

The guy died of cancer in a hospital bed.

This was totally unacceptable to Lu Feng.

It would be too easy for him to die of cancer.

He shouldn't have died so comfortably!
Therefore, Lu Feng will never give him this opportunity again in this life.

Looking up at the upper part of the tall building, Lu Feng's eyes were full of coldness.

Suddenly, he stepped into the gate of the tall building.

This high-rise building is Jinao International. Going straight up to the 20th floor, Lu Feng found his destination.

Sida Stamp and Coin Agency.

This is an office of more than 300 square meters.

Although it is a stamp and coin company, its internal layout is more like an insurance company.

There are a lot of people inside, coming and going, it's very lively, but most of them are elderly people.

Employees in professional attire greeted the elderly with smiles on their faces, holding stacks of information and introducing them to them attentively.

The two young men, Lu Feng and Gao Qi, stood in the hall, standing out like a crane among chickens, very conspicuous.

However, the employees in professional attire did not take the initiative to come forward to greet them. Instead, they secretly looked at them while working, with vigilance in their eyes.

(End of this chapter)