C295 I'm Going to be Rich?
What she said to herself was medical knowledge, wasn't it?
Although Ouyang Qing'an did not know anything about medicine, he still knew a little about these words.
Because when he was overseas, he often went to eat with Ouyang Zhengkuan's friends.
Ouyang Zhengkuan had many friends and dabbled in all kinds of fields, so naturally he also had doctors. He had heard some terminologies that he often heard from Xue'er just now.
Xue Xue'er was a little confused. How should she explain it to Ouyang Qing'an?
After thinking for a while, she directly pushed the blame onto the book. "Last time, I picked up a book with a green shell. It was written on it!"
"What about the book?" Ouyang Qing'an asked. He was very suspicious about whether it was a book about medical knowledge.
Xue Xue'er shook her head. "I gave it to my mother when I went home."
When Xu Fangya was mentioned, Ouyang Qing'an did not want to ask anymore. Xue'er was also young. If he kept asking later, it would scare her.
He nodded in understanding. "We Xue'er can study at such a young age. That's amazing. When we go to school, can we be a class monitor?"
Class monitor? Wouldn't that mean that they would restart their old jobs?
Xue Xue'er thought about it and it was not impossible, but she still pretended to be ignorant and asked, "Mr Qing'an, what is the class monitor?"
En... It seemed that she did not know everything.
Ouyang Qing'an started to tell her what the class monitor did.
Before they knew it, the two of them arrived at the entrance of the post office.
Business in the post office had been really good these few days. Many of the neighbors had come to send gifts. Most of them did this because their relatives could not go home to celebrate the new year.
If they had a choice, they would definitely want to celebrate the New Year with their families.
Xue Xue'er followed Ouyang Qing'an into the post office. There were people who specialized in selling stamps at the side. They had to buy the stamps and the envelope first before they could send their letters out.
According to the distance, the stamps were also different.
Everything was in order, but Xue Xue'er's eyes lit up when she saw the pile of stamps.
Oh my god!
The year 1980 stamps!
Was she going to be rich?
Ouyang Qing'an looked at Xue Xue'er and did not move. Her eyes were still fixed on the ticket seller. He was a little puzzled.
"What's wrong, Xue'er?"
Xue Xue'er blinked. She saw clearly that this set of stamps was indeed very valuable in the post-modern era.
In addition to the ones sold on the right side, it should be a complete set. It was very valuable to keep.
No, she had to think of a way to buy all of these stamps!
She touched the money in her pocket. If she used all the money to buy the stamps, she would still need some.
However, if she used all the money to buy stamps, she would not be able to buy new year gifts for Xu Fangya.
For a moment, Xue Xue'er was in a dilemma.0
She answered subconsciously, "I want to buy those beautiful stamps, but I still need money!"
It turned out that she wanted to buy these beautiful stamps.
That's easy.
Ouyang Qing'an pulled Xue Xue'er over. While Xue Xue'er was still in a daze, Ouyang Qing'an had already reached an agreement with the ticket seller.
He had already bought two stamps of different designs and stamps of different values.
He had only spent about thirty yuan to buy all of them.
Ouyang Qing'an boldly tied up the stamps with the rubber band the ticket seller gave him and handed them to Xue Xue'er.
"Xue'er, this is for you."
As long as it was something she liked, no matter how much money it cost, Ouyang Qing'an only had the word happy in his heart.
Even the uncle beside him could not help but praise, "Little friend, you are really good to your sister!"
Ouyang Qing'an frowned. "Uncle, this is not my sister, but my fiancée."
Although he was a little young, his mommy had told him about the baby's marriage. She had told him that Xue'er was his future wife, so how could he let others say that she was his younger sister?
This sounded a little dangerous.
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