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Just like a moving advertisement: living in the G era, communication is this convenient!
For children like Wei Yuan, who live in the internet age, communicating with others is as simple as opening a computer to use QQ and N, or sending emails. If that doesn't work, they can call each other on their phones or send text messages; everything is very convenient.
Therefore, it is destined that he would never go out to write letters, so his exposure to things like postage stamps is very limited; he mostly hears about them from others.
However, even if he has never eaten pork, he has at least seen a pig run naked! Wei Yuan knows that for the older generation, collecting postage stamps is a good way to cultivate one's character. More importantly, postage stamps have a significant function: they retain value!
There is a saying in Huaxia Nation: "In chaotic times, stockpile grain; in prosperous times, collect!"
Collecting not only preserves value but can also appreciate significantly if one has good insight. For example, a five-yuan water buffalo from the first series of Huaxia currency now has a market price exceeding twenty thousand. Meanwhile, among postage stamps, a one-yuan red revenue stamp from the Qing Dynasty, of which there are only twenty-one in the world, has been priced at two hundred forty thousand!
However, where there is profit, there will inevitably be counterfeits. Nowadays, many replicas are so realistic that even those self-proclaimed experts on television can be fooled; they have reached a level where they can be indistinguishable from the real thing.
But outsiders will always be outsiders. What Wei Yuan knows comes only from what others have said. He does not understand the true factors that determine the value of postage stamps or how to distinguish between genuine and fake.
However, his extraordinary ability manifests itself when the Blue Old Man opens the stamp album; a rich spiritual energy rushes toward him. The mist-like space in his mind suddenly boils like water, filled with excitement akin to reuniting with long-lost brothers!
"The old man may not have money or the ability to find those precious postage stamps; what he collects is merely a memory. Most of these stamps hold special significance for me. I hope you can help," the old man said sincerely.
The old man chuckled foolishly and said to the two of them: "This one I kept from when I received my first letter; this one was kept from when your grandmother wrote me my first love letter; this one was the last letter your father sent me before he passed away!"
The old man introduced each postage stamp's origin as if recounting treasured family stories; each stamp represented a memory!
Wei Yuan knew that there was truth and falsehood in his words. Some of these stamps genuinely represented memories of that generation since back then, people could only rely on letters to maintain contact. However, these postage stamps were definitely not as cheap as the old man suggested; judging by the spiritual energy contained within them, their value was considerable!
"Grandpa Lan, don't worry; I will do my best to help," Wei Yuan replied.
At this moment, Wei Yuan felt somewhat disappointed because he initially thought the old man was going to entrust Lan Xue to him. However, amidst his disappointment was also a sense of relief; the old man wanted him to help restore the postage stamps. If successful, it would naturally win him favor.
Earlier, Lan Xue had puffed up her cheeks and pretended to be angry at her grandfather for smoking. Now hearing her grandfather's words brought her great joy. After she mentioned Wei Yuan to her grandfather, he remembered it well. Now he was taking out his cherished postage stamps and hoping Wei Yuan would help restore them—didn't that mean her grandfather no longer regarded Wei Yuan as an outsider?
During these days together, Lan Xue gradually began to look forward to their relationship and envisioned everything about the future. Seeing her grandfather acknowledge Wei Yuan's place in his heart made Lan Xue naturally happy!
Wei Yuan did not shut down the conversation: "I'll give it a try."
"Thank you in advance. If you need anything, just let Old Fang know," Grandpa Lan said.
Wei Yuan did not directly agree but asked the butler Uncle Fang to prepare a pair of tweezers and a basin of hot water.
"What do you need those for?" the old man asked curiously.
Wei Yuan did not answer him directly. Given the current situation, if he were to demonstrate in front of the old man, it might be too much for his heart to handle, as Wei Yuan's Ability could no longer be explained by common sense.
Therefore, to save time on explanations and spend more time on the task at hand, Wei Yuan said to the old man, "Grandpa Lan, can you trust me?"
The old man glanced at the postage album on his desk and then looked at Wei Yuan, nodding his head!
Then Wei Yuan said, "Could you give me a private space?"
This request was reasonable. In the old man's view, repairing the Postage Stamp was indeed a delicate task that required an undisturbed environment.
"Alright then, call us if you need anything else. Do you need anything else?" the old man asked enthusiastically, thinking that just these items seemed a bit trivial.
Wei Yuan thought for a moment: "Then could I have a glass of orange juice?"
"Don't joke with me at this time!" The old man glared at Wei Yuan, looking at his treasured Postage Stamp on the desk with an angry expression.
"Fine, I'll bring everything else myself. Grandpa Lan, please trust the professionals!" Wei Yuan assured him.
Although the old man and Lan Xue could not see where Wei Yuan could carry tools, since they chose to trust him, the old man did not ask further. He turned around and left with Lan Xue, telling the butler, "Old Fang, do as Mr. Wei requested."
Butler Uncle Fang dared not disobey and had the servants bring over the tweezers and a basin of warm water. He personally brought up a glass of juice. Just like when the old man pretended to be foolish while appointing the Grand Minister of Internal Affairs, people like Uncle Fang shared a similar trait: they were good at reading situations and adapting accordingly!
Seeing how close Lan Xue was with Wei Yuan, and how she dressed up so nicely for their meeting, along with Blue Old Man's attitude towards Wei Yuan, Uncle Fang had already begun to regard Wei Yuan as the future son-in-law of the Lan Family.
"Mr. Wei, the warm water has been brought over for you, along with your juice!" Uncle Fang personally delivered it and reminded him.
Wei Yuan took the tweezers and placed them beside the album, then said to Uncle Fang, "Thank you!"
Uncle Fang, understanding the hint, immediately turned and walked out, even thoughtfully closing the door for Wei Yuan.
After hearing the sound of the door closing and realizing there was no one else around, Wei Yuan felt much more relaxed. He picked up the orange juice on the table and took a sip, thinking that this warm water was just for show; it had no real purpose.
He then removed his shoes and socks with his feet, placing his bare feet into the warm water. It felt quite nice. When he took his feet out later, the color of the water would surely change, and those who were unaware would definitely think that Wei Yuan had added some magical ingredient!
If the old man saw Wei Yuan making a show of soaking his feet in that basin of warm water, he would probably rush to kick him out, not daring to let him repair the Postage Stamp.
Wei Yuan began flipping through the photo album, slowly observing each Postage Stamp. From his perception of the Mist-like Space, he could estimate their approximate release years and thus their value.
P.S.: I highly recommend a friend's book, Nanhai Shisanlang's Ciming. The author has worked very hard and has helped many. Friends who enjoy history shouldn't miss it; right now his monthly votes are quite tight!
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