As far as philosophy is concerned, the true value of a person lies in his contribution to society. The greater the contribution, the greater the value.

In the case of economics, the value of a contribution can usually be measured in terms of money.

Money is a currency of equivalent exchange.

Some people say that money is very important. It is a question of a person's status in society and life and death. Some people say that money is vulgar, but you are even more vulgar if you don't have money, and money is the most useful thing in social goods. Money is not everything, but no money is everything. Because we live with money, and in addition to living, money can sometimes save lives and prolong lives.

Yes, money does matter. It's so important you can't imagine it.

Economic and social society, there are always economic and social benefits. Therefore, in this hectic and uncomfortable era, the importance of money is becoming more and more prominent.

But when money and your life really have to do with it. Have you ever thought about which side will be more important? The world is full of stories of people who don't want to die for money. But the stories themselves are not interesting.

And most importantly, the money itself is not very interesting.

Well, this time I'm going to tell you, a horror story about money......

introduction

December 10, 1937.

The weather was sunny and cloudless. The flames of war have not yet completely burned into Nanjing. But the sound of artillery fire and gunsmoke has faintly entered this ancient thousand-year-old city.

Everyone was in a panic, and the **** was even more defeated, retreating into the wounded soldiers in the city, with only weakness and despair in their eyes.

On this afternoon, a group of 12 soldiers dressed in blue, surrounded by a foreigner in his thirties, mysteriously walked into an inconspicuous small building under the Zhonghua Gate.

The city wall next to the Zhonghua Gate has actually been full of countless old small buildings. Although this small building is dilapidated, it is extremely unremarkable.

When the clear-eyed people saw the strange blue-clothed ****, they were all stunned, and they didn't dare to say anything, but lowered their heads in fear. The reason is simple, the Blue Coats only exist in legends. It is said that they are the elite of the elite soldiers of the Republic of China, and they are only transferred by Chairman ****** Chiang. It is also speculated by the world, belonging to the death guard of ****** one person.

But why did such a force appear at the foot of the remote Zhonghua Gatehouse at the height of the Japanese attack at its peak, and still faintly guard a foreign adult?

"The door is closed!" After the foreigner entered the small building, he said a very authentic Nanjing accent.

"Little cannon, brush the bracket (1)!" A captain-like man in the Death Guards nodded respectfully, then motioned for one of his men to close the door and defend it.

One of his subordinates heard the sound of cannons in the distance, his ears twitched, his face was full of displeasure, and he muttered in a low voice: "Captain Wu, what did you say Captain Bai sent us for?" Instead of assassinating the officers of the Japanese invaders, our elite came to protect a foreign devil! ”

"Shhhhhh Chairman Chiang has already left Nanjing, and since General Tang asked Captain Bai to send us, he naturally has his reasons! "The captain of this group of death guards is called Wu Ming, like the captain Bai Shiwei, he is also a descendant of the banner people, graduated from the 7th phase of the Whampoa Military Academy, and is a famous killer of the military command, proficient in martial arts assassination. He is also calm and witty.

It was because of his steady energy that General Tang Shengzhi took a fancy to him and personally named and sent him to carry out this mysterious mission. If it weren't for Bai Shiwei's other tasks, it is estimated that he would have come to visit in person this time.

One can imagine how important this mission is to the Kuomintang! Although apart from the foreign adult, what is the purpose of this mission, in fact, this death squad, including him, the captain, does not know the slightest at all. But Tang Shengzhi gave a death order, even if their team died, they would ensure the life of this mysterious foreigner.

After the little robe blocked the door with his back, the group did not open their mouths again.

A foreigner in his thirties glanced at the furnishings in the small building. This small building has been uninhabited for a long time and has been dilapidated. The ground was covered with dust, and the wood that could be removed was dismantled by the local residents and carried home as firewood, and the whole house was left with only stone and brick walls that could not be taken away and the door that was still in good condition.

The building may have been used in the Ming Dynasty to guard the city wall of the officers and soldiers, the Republic of China city wall in the artillery fire did not play a big role, and it was deserted.

What is hidden in such an ordinary withered stone building? Why did General Tang and even Chairman Chiang attach so much importance to it? What is going on with this foreign adult who has a better Nanjing accent than himself?

Captain Wu Ming was puzzled, but he was steady, and he would never ask. The military order is like a mountain, since he uses his life to protect this foreigner, then he will be ready at any time.

The foreigner didn't say much, and he had obviously been in Nanjing for many years. After walking a few times along the wall in the house, this guy actually took out an old compass from his bosom.

The compass has a black and translucent bronze color, which has a sense of historical precipitation. At first glance, you can tell it's an old thing. Wu Ming subconsciously glanced at it, and the compass was densely covered with mysterious words, like small seals, but more like ghost drawings.

After a few long glances, his head suddenly ached.

'It's weird! Wu Ming didn't dare to look any further.

After the compass was taken out, I don't know if it was a psychological effect. The whole house seemed gloomy and cold, as if countless ghosts were blowing incessantly.

And the pointer on the compass is even more wobbly, pointing to the east for a while, and hitting the west for a while. There are words in the mouths of foreigners, as if they are talking about the grave of a thousand coins, the tomb of coins or something.

The foreigner walked around the house along the pointer of the compass, watching a Western-faced man jumping around with a compass of the Chinese Taoist priest dancing god, and the sense of disobedience was simply bursting.

The group of twelve Death Guards was dumbfounded.

With the small cannon against the door, his eyes widened, and he said stupidly: "What is that guy doing?" ”

"Hell knows." A team member from Sichuan was also puzzled: "It's like our Sichuan ghost jumping over the wall, isn't this place haunted, and this foreigner has exorcised ghosts?" ”

"How could Chairman Jiang send our death squad to protect a foreigner with his life to exorcise ghosts. What's more, this rotten house, which was not next to the village and not next to the shop, is not Chairman Chiang's residence. Even if there are ghosts, they must not be exorcized. Didn't pay attention! Didn't pay attention! Another member shook his head, indicating that the foreigner would definitely not be an exorcist.

Or a local teammate in Nanjing knows something: "This foreigner is said to be called Anco Wald, a Greek. It is somewhat famous in Nanjing City, saying that it is a naturalist. He was very knowledgeable, and Chairman Chiang visited him some time ago. I don't know what this guy fooled Chairman Jiang. ”

At this point, the compass's hands finally stopped.

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