Chapter 26 Error Stamps, Millennial Edition (2/2)

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 unit?”

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 3,000 dollars?”

The buffy black guy immediately threw a cup in their direction 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 20,000 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 25 pieces. We only have six, so we won't be able to get that kind of price. However, the price won't be too bad.”

In the world of collection, there were a lot of Americans who enjoyed stamp collection as a 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 a lot of stamps in 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 were 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 its database.

By the time they arrived in Flagstaff, the day had already darkened. 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 man with a pair of frameless glasses, blond hair, green eyes, a well-maintained body, and a very strong voice. ”Hello. Mr. Hans? Mr. Li?”

”Yes, that's us. Hello to you 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. Lynch brought out some tools and began to closely examine them under a magnifying glass and ultra-violet rays of light.

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 millennium sports edition.”

”There's not a doubt that they are authentic. We are from the Association. Here's my ID.”

The power of the Association once again showed its value. 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 hunger.