Chapter 127 Out of print cigarettes.

Netizens were shocked.

"Fuck! It feels like I'm in a space sci-fi blockbuster!"

"What is professionalism? This special code is professionalism!"

“Lao Wang’s live broadcast is awesome hahaha.”

"Hurry up and keep exploring, anchor, mobile data is very expensive!"

Wang Chen said: "Brothers, let's look for the power switch first to see if it can still be used."

He said as he observed on a pile of gates.

"Should be this."

With a "click!"

All the facilities on the third floor started to operate with a rumbling sound.

The white lights on the wall above my head lit up one by one.

"It's bright, it's bright!"

"It's amazing that the shelter is still functioning normally after decades."

"China is a magical land!"

Korean netizens are extremely envious.

After watching Lao Wang’s live broadcast, I wish I could change my nationality and run to China to follow Lao Wang’s footsteps and experience the reality.

Wang Chen came to an air quality detection and purification instrument.

Turn on the machine and the red and green buttons on it light up.

Fortunately, Wang Chen knows a little English.

This machine is imported and all the labels on it are in English.

Press Air Test.

Soon, the instrument gave an analysis.

Oxygen concentration: %56, mild hypoxia.

Oxygen Health: Air contains %12 octane.

"Octane?"

Wang Chen exclaimed, "Oh my goodness!" Octane is a gas volatilized from gasoline and petroleum, which can make people dizzy if inhaled. In severe cases, it can cause respiratory tract and lung diseases.

The most terrifying thing is that this thing may explode if exposed to open flames.

Quickly extinguish the torch in your hand.

Wang Chen broke out in a cold sweat on his back.

I was only concerned about the problem of hypoxia, but didn't think about this aspect.

After all, it was the first time to explore such an enclosed place and I had no experience.

Wang Chen found the air purification button and pressed it.

The wind systems all around were activated.

He didn't know where the air outlet was installed, but it must be somewhere on the ground.

"Brothers, there's nothing on this floor. Let's go to the next floor and take a look."

Netizens hadn’t seen enough, but when they heard that Wang Chen was going to the next floor, they all agreed.

This floor is much more luxurious than the first one.

Even the walls are padded, and there is the most golden light.

Wang Chen perked up.

He first came to the wooden cabinet displayed against the wall.

There were many cartons of cigarettes on the wooden cabinet.

"Cigarettes? This stuff shouldn't be worth much."

"How can it be worthless? It can still be sold for a few hundred dollars."

"Lao Wang, why don't you give the cigarettes to the brothers in the live broadcast room?"

"What to send? There are restrictions on express delivery! It's better to send red wine."

"Give out red wine, give out red wine!"

Netizens were shouting in the live broadcast room.

Wang Chen saw the rhythm being brought up, and said casually: "Okay, I'll listen to you. I'll give you the red wine."

He planned to give half of it out and keep the other half for his family.

Pick up a cigarette.

Wang Chen was very surprised when he saw the packaging, which was very retro, like tobacco from the Republic of China period.

[Maotai cigarettes, produced in 1959, out of print. Valued at 15 yuan]

"???"

Wang Chen was shocked.

A pack of cigarettes is so valuable.

It's a big profit! 150,000 yuan is actually a lot!

He was in a good mood, "Brothers, guess how much the cigarette in my hand costs?"

"Blind guess 500!"

"Old Wang couldn't hold back his smile. At least one thousand."

"What's so good about smoking? Old Wang, you are not allowed to learn to smoke!" Wang Chen saw that no one could guess.

He said proudly: "This cigarette is called Maotai, produced in 1959, out of print, and worth 150,000 yuan. If I meet someone who likes to collect this kind of thing, I can sell it for 200,000 yuan!"

"???"

"????"

The live broadcast room was filled with question marks.
The price of two hundred thousand has caused netizens to freeze their brains.

"You said to cut less!!!"

"Fuck, a pack of cigarettes costs 200,000 yuan. Even Lao Wang can't pick up money as fast as he does!"

"Two hundred thousand...hiss, the problem is that it's not just this cigarette, Lao Wang, you've secretly made a fortune again, right!?"

"I don't want red wine, I want cigarettes, Brother Wang~"

"I regret it too. Damn, I didn't get to pluck Lao Wang's dragon scales!"

Wang Chen took another cigarette with a blue cover.

[Dadao cigarettes, produced in 1949, out of print. Valued at 29 yuan]

Wang Chen had heard of this cigarette.

"Brothers, you should know about Dadao cigarettes. They were very precious during the struggle. I remember that even the faction leader had a hard time smoking them at that time."

"I know Lao Wang! I heard from my grandfather that this is an old brand. He made a contribution in the past and was given one by the squad leader. He still can't bear to smoke it until now, haha."

“How much is this worth?”

"It won't be more than 100,000, right?!"

"That's not the case." Wang Chen smiled.

Just after netizens breathed a sigh of relief,
Wang Chen smiled and said, "It's not over 100,000. This kind of cigarette starts at at least 300,000."

Collectibles have a premium.

Netizen: "..."

You can die if you say it all in one breath!

then.

Wang Chen checked the other cigarettes again.

"This is a platinum dragon, worth just over 100,000. Don't ask why, it's a rare item."

"Golden Monkey cigarettes, these are not expensive, you can take them home and collect them for 90,000 yuan."

"Hardeman, produced in 1942, 120,000."

"Apollo cigars, a rare item from 1997, worth three hundred thousand..."

Wang Chen read them one by one to the audience.

Finally he counted fifty cartons of cigarettes and ten boxes of cigars.

Worth about six million!

Netizens were shocked and numb.

"Six million cigarettes! Enough for me to smoke for three lifetimes! I can't sleep!"

"They are all out-of-print cigarettes and brand-name cigars. It was so easy for Lao Wang to miss them."

"Don't you think that Lao Wang knows too much?"

"Yes, how come he knows everything? The three of us couldn't look up information as fast as he did!"

Wang Chen came to a glass display case next to it.

This is a golden spot.

Inside were some rectangular books that looked like photo albums, some large and some small.

Wang Chen took out one and opened it. Inside was a stamp sealed in transparent plastic with a pink peony pattern.

【牡丹邮票，志号特61。发行日期：1964年8月5日。品质：略瑕。价值15000元】

The information provided by this treasure hunt is quite detailed.

Wang Chen picked up the stamp.

"Brothers, look what this is."

"Stamps. I know."

"How much is this, Old Wang?"

"It's worthless. Old Wang, you should look for something else. It's better to dig up the shelter."

"Stamps are valuable, okay? I have an Anmen stamp here, which can be sold for more than 3,000 yuan."

"Damn it! This is so unfair. It's just a piece of paper and a blurry picture. How can it be sold for more than three thousand?"

Wang Chen admired the stamps for a while, put them back to their original place, and then picked up a notebook and opened it.

There is a red chrysanthemum on it.

【菊花邮票，志号特44。发行日期：1960年12月10日。品质：完美。价值3万】

"This is a chrysanthemum stamp, issued in 1960, and worth about 30,000 yuan."

Wang Chen took a quick look and put it back.

He has no interest in these collections.

He pulled out another notebook, opened it and Wang Chen just glanced at it, his eyelids twitching wildly.

Familiar, so familiar!
He had seen this stamp on his mobile phone before, and he was so envious of it at that time.

He never expected that one day he would be able to pick one up!
(End of this chapter)