After Hans' sarcastic comment, the crowd outside all let out furious looks. One of them angrily said, "Matt, don't block me, I'm going to beat this son of a b*tch up!"
On the other hand, Hans didn't seem to care at all about their threats, and instead carefully placed the stamps in a new book before shouting, "I'm telling you the truth. Do you know what I actually got? You probably won't even have though of it in your dreams!"
Not even Li Du knew what those stamps were, so he questioned, "Where are these stamps from?"
As Hans dogged Ah Meow's claws, he excitedly explained, "These stamps were issued in 2000 for the millennial celebration, or more specifically the sports addition."
At this, the guy outside only led out a cold smirk, "Ha, is that the treasure that you think you got? It's only the millennial remembrance stamps, who knows how many were…. Oh sh*t!"
He suddenly stopped and let out a look of shock as if he suddenly remembered something.
"Haha, you remembered didn't you buddy? At least your memory is still quite good. Come, Li, what does these stamps say?" laughed Hans.
As he looked at the picture of Ali, Li Du read the printed words, "Joe Montana, quarterback of…"
"And this one," Hans showed him another one of a football athlete.
"Michael Jordan, the god of basketball who were the jersey no. 23, eh, that doesn't seem quite right."
"And this one?" Hans pointed to a stamp showing Jordan dunking a basketball.
"Muhammad Ali, the eternal god of boxing…" As Li Du read the words, he realized what was wrong, "The name and description here doesn't seem to match that of the picture."
"That's right! Buddy, this is the error edition of the militant sports stamps!" shouted Hans.
"That's impossible, you can't have such good luck," exclaimed someone in the crowd.
"Unlike you worthless pigs, we are God's most devoted followers, what do you know?!" laughed Hans.
Meanwhile, others seemed to descent into self-comfort, "These two are trying to put up an act, at the very least, we won't see if they are telling the truth or not."
At this, Hans shot a photo before handing it over to the other hunters. Seeing this, no on said anything more.
"Today, everything is thanks to Ah Meow!" Li Du smiled as he picked him up.
"That's right, if Jordan can be considered the God of basketball, the Ah Meow is the God of treasure hunting!" Hans excitedly replied.
With that, he immediately picked Ah Meow up and kissed him on the head. However, Ah Meow didn't seem to enjoy this and immediately retaliated with a swipe of the claws.
"Are these stamps worth much?" asked Li Du.
"Of course!"
There weren't much stuff this time, only two book cases and a bunch of books, so they soon cleared the storage out.
As they prepared to leave, many others came over and asked, "Is it true? That a cat found a group of error stamps of the millennial sports edition from a dollar storage?"
Giving the buffy black guy who won unit 75 the middle finger, Hans replied, "We bought six error stamps for only a dollar, what did you get for three thousand dollars?"
The buffy black guy immediately threw a cup in their directly and cursed, "I really hope that you guys die from a car accident on the way back!"
"How much can we sell them for?" asked Li Du on the way back.
With this question, Hans's excited attitude returned, "Around two years ago, Los Angeles hosted a Christie's auction, and when a full set of this appeared, it was sold for over twenty thousand dollars!"
"Twenty thousand? F*ck my life!" Li Du couldn't help but curse. This really was a very large sum.
"Don't get too excited, they were selling an entire set of around twenty-five pieces. However, we only have six, so we won't be able to get that kind of price. However, it won't be too bad either."
In the world of collection, stamp collection definitely wasn't the niche as there were a lot of Americans who enjoyed that kind of hobby.
In this field where the rarer an item was, the more priceless it became, the collector value for an error stamp was without a doubt, one of the most precious despite its defective nature.
When Li Du searched online, he found that there were truly a lot of that edition that had been sold, numbering in the millions.
However, the number of error stamps that were sold was less than a hundred. When those stamps were placed on the shelves, their mistakes were immediately spotted and the postal service had them recalled and destroyed.
When they returned to Flagstaff, Hans directly went to the downtown area. That was the area where Flagstaff's wealthy people lived. If the houses there were not mansions, then they should be high end condos. Even the trees on the side of the streets gave off a noble presence.
The buyer that Hans contacted on the road was a guy called Russel Lynch.
From this, one could tell the great use of the Association as the contact information of those kind of potential buyers were categorized on the database of the Association.
When they returned to Flagstaff, the day had already darkened. Coincidentally, Russel Lynch had also gotten off work at that time and was waiting for them.
They agreed to meet at a restaurant that Hans chose, the Golden Aquitaine, Flagstaff's most high end restaurant.
Russel Lynch was a middle aged white man, with a pair of frame-less glasses, blond hair, green eyes, a quite well-maintained body and a very strong voice, "Hi, Mr Hans? Mr. Li?"
"Yes, that's us, hello as well Russel. Please sit, there's no need to stand up," Hans causally said, trying to bring the two of them closer.
"You said on the phone that you had a couple of stamps that you wanted me to examine," Lynch lightly smiled.
At this, Hans quickly showed him the booklet with the stamps, which Lynch became to closely examine using a maximizing glass under ultra-violet ray.
He remained emotionless during the process, but after finishing his work, his let out a light smile, "Very nice items, they are all authentic error stamps of the millennia sports edition."
"There's not a doubt that they are authentic, we are from the Association. Here's my ID, and you should know that we always follow the rules."
The power of the Association once again showed its value. Like that of a driver's licence, or VIP club card, Lynch put away his tools and said, "Of course, I fully trust your association."
"Can you teach us what you looked for in these collections? I'm not too familiar with this, so I might have missed some great stuff," Hans said.
"Of course, I would love to," Lynch said, "How about we order something and talk as we eat?"
"That's absolutely awesome," Li Du said with a look of absolute hunger.
After Hans' sarcastic comment, the crowd outside all let out furious looks. One of them angrily said, "Matt, don't block me, I'm going to beat this son of a b*tch up!"
On the other hand, Hans didn't seem to care at all about their threats, and instead carefully placed the stamps in a new book before shouting, "I'm telling you the truth. Do you know what I actually got? You probably won't even have though of it in your dreams!"
Not even Li Du knew what those stamps were, so he questioned, "Where are these stamps from?"
As Hans dogged Ah Meow's claws, he excitedly explained, "These stamps were issued in 2000 for the millennial celebration, or more specifically the sports addition."
At this, the guy outside only led out a cold smirk, "Ha, is that the treasure that you think you got? It's only the millennial remembrance stamps, who knows how many were…. Oh sh*t!"
He suddenly stopped and let out a look of shock as if he suddenly remembered something.
"Haha, you remembered didn't you buddy? At least your memory is still quite good. Come, Li, what does these stamps say?" laughed Hans.
As he looked at the picture of Ali, Li Du read the printed words, "Joe Montana, quarterback of…"
"And this one," Hans showed him another one of a football athlete.
"Michael Jordan, the god of basketball who were the jersey no. 23, eh, that doesn't seem quite right."
"And this one?" Hans pointed to a stamp showing Jordan dunking a basketball.
"Muhammad Ali, the eternal god of boxing…" As Li Du read the words, he realized what was wrong, "The name and description here doesn't seem to match that of the picture."
"That's right! Buddy, this is the error edition of the militant sports stamps!" shouted Hans.
"That's impossible, you can't have such good luck," exclaimed someone in the crowd.
"Unlike you worthless pigs, we are God's most devoted followers, what do you know?!" laughed Hans.
Meanwhile, others seemed to descent into self-comfort, "These two are trying to put up an act, at the very least, we won't see if they are telling the truth or not."
At this, Hans shot a photo before handing it over to the other hunters. Seeing this, no on said anything more.
"Today, everything is thanks to Ah Meow!" Li Du smiled as he picked him up.
"That's right, if Jordan can be considered the God of basketball, the Ah Meow is the God of treasure hunting!" Hans excitedly replied.
With that, he immediately picked Ah Meow up and kissed him on the head. However, Ah Meow didn't seem to enjoy this and immediately retaliated with a swipe of the claws.
"Are these stamps worth much?" asked Li Du.
"Of course!"
There weren't much stuff this time, only two book cases and a bunch of books, so they soon cleared the storage out.
As they prepared to leave, many others came over and asked, "Is it true? That a cat found a group of error stamps of the millennial sports edition from a dollar storage?"
Giving the buffy black guy who won unit 75 the middle finger, Hans replied, "We bought six error stamps for only a dollar, what did you get for three thousand dollars?"
The buffy black guy immediately threw a cup in their directly and cursed, "I really hope that you guys die from a car accident on the way back!"
"How much can we sell them for?" asked Li Du on the way back.
With this question, Hans's excited attitude returned, "Around two years ago, Los Angeles hosted a Christie's auction, and when a full set of this appeared, it was sold for over twenty thousand dollars!"
"Twenty thousand? F*ck my life!" Li Du couldn't help but curse. This really was a very large sum.
"Don't get too excited, they were selling an entire set of around twenty-five pieces. However, we only have six, so we won't be able to get that kind of price. However, it won't be too bad either."
In the world of collection, stamp collection definitely wasn't the niche as there were a lot of Americans who enjoyed that kind of hobby.
In this field where the rarer an item was, the more priceless it became, the collector value for an error stamp was without a doubt, one of the most precious despite its defective nature.
When Li Du searched online, he found that there were truly a lot of that edition that had been sold, numbering in the millions.
However, the number of error stamps that were sold was less than a hundred. When those stamps were placed on the shelves, their mistakes were immediately spotted and the postal service had them recalled and destroyed.
When they returned to Flagstaff, Hans directly went to the downtown area. That was the area where Flagstaff's wealthy people lived. If the houses there were not mansions, then they should be high end condos. Even the trees on the side of the streets gave off a noble presence.
The buyer that Hans contacted on the road was a guy called Russel Lynch.
From this, one could tell the great use of the Association as the contact information of those kind of potential buyers were categorized on the database of the Association.
When they returned to Flagstaff, the day had already darkened. Coincidentally, Russel Lynch had also gotten off work at that time and was waiting for them.
They agreed to meet at a restaurant that Hans chose, the Golden Aquitaine, Flagstaff's most high end restaurant.
Russel Lynch was a middle aged white man, with a pair of frame-less glasses, blond hair, green eyes, a quite well-maintained body and a very strong voice, "Hi, Mr Hans? Mr. Li?"
"Yes, that's us, hello as well Russel. Please sit, there's no need to stand up," Hans causally said, trying to bring the two of them closer.
"You said on the phone that you had a couple of stamps that you wanted me to examine," Lynch lightly smiled.
At this, Hans quickly showed him the booklet with the stamps, which Lynch became to closely examine using a maximizing glass under ultra-violet ray.
He remained emotionless during the process, but after finishing his work, his let out a light smile, "Very nice items, they are all authentic error stamps of the millennia sports edition."
"There's not a doubt that they are authentic, we are from the Association. Here's my ID, and you should know that we always follow the rules."
The power of the Association once again showed its value. Like that of a driver's licence, or VIP club card, Lynch put away his tools and said, "Of course, I fully trust your association."
"Can you teach us what you looked for in these collections? I'm not too familiar with this, so I might have missed some great stuff," Hans said.
"Of course, I would love to," Lynch said, "How about we order something and talk as we eat?"
"That's absolutely awesome," Li Du said with a look of absolute hunger.
