[Comprehensive] Refined dollar bills

"Two different things, two different things..." Marnie choked for a moment, and she never forgot to complain about the Americans at this time, thank you Grandpa Pound for driving her off the boat without a cane.

"Cough, don't worry, I'm not the kind of person with particularly strong nationalism," he kept floating upwards in his nice London accent. He looked very well-behaved, until Grandpa Pound continued, "I just can't understand your unrestrained style, cough, some... Hey, why do you go to bed the first time we meet, take drugs without saying a word, and keep your money in your pocket forever?" Ring the bells poor and travel the world poor..."

No, no, you must have watched too many TV and movies, normal people still live a good life.

"It's not good to say that in front of you," Grandpa Pound coughed, took a sip of the black tea in front of him, and then looked at Marnie appreciatively, "But you have a very good temper, unlike someone..."

Marnie thought to herself, it wasn't true, she just didn't have time to say it, but looking at the gentleman opposite, he seemed to be lost in thought, and his expression... was a little strange.

At that time, a certain black-haired and black-eyed guy with black hair and black eyes flashed through Grandpa Pound's mind. He always squinted his eyes and smiled like a nice guy. That kid had a lot of ideas at a young age, and he looked like a harmless little white man. Rabbitlike, actually...

Forget it, forget about such a shameful thing.

"Mr. Pound?" Marnie asked cautiously, "You don't look right, what's wrong?"

By someone popular.

Of course this cannot be said.

"I'm fine," Grandpa Pound shook his head, and then continued, "But what I want you to understand is that we don't allow ourselves to be used by anyone, and at the same time, we can't interfere with anyone's method of obtaining wealth. Otherwise, even if we don't do anything, something will kill them."

Die early?

Marnie turned pale, thinking of her adoptive parents who brought her out of Gotham.

Grandpa Pound explained: "Yes, some people are destined not to have wealth. If other means are used to force them to become so-called rich people, then they will not live long, do you understand?"

Marnie pursed her lips: "So I killed...the others..."

"That's what they deserve," Grandpa Pound said with a deep expression, as if he knew who the "others" she was referring to, "What did I just say? We are a race worthy of your pride, you don't need to be wronged And if you swallow it in your heart, you will never be reduced to that day."

"Living in a group that doesn't belong to you is destined to be excluded, especially when your ability is still what they have longed for, the exclusion is not enough to explain those terrible things, just like this time, you are locked in a cage, What does that look like!" Grandpa Pound blew his beard and stared angrily, "I think they are tired of their lives."

Marnie couldn't help laughing, and looked at him with crooked eyebrows, feeling inexplicably comforted.

The fact is true, she has never had a memory, it seems that she is the special one, things like picking up money can be good or bad, so she is occasionally favored to the sky, and occasionally she is criticized by thousands of people.

Bruce Wayne said that it was not unreasonable for her to be withdrawn. At that time, she was still very young, and she saw some people who were gentle and amiable in front of her, but turned into another face when they turned their backs on her. When most people are like that, she doesn't know who to trust, and that's normal.

Although it seemed normal to her now, at the time she felt extremely betrayed and insecure.

Luckily Tony—

Marnie's expression changed: "God, I won't let Tony also..."

"Mr. Stark? Don't worry, he doesn't belong to the ranks that shouldn't have wealth," Grandpa Pound said to her while wielding his knife and fork, "Although you can't see it now, this gentleman is indeed quite A powerful person, of course I mean in terms of money, oh, that Mr. Bruce Wayne is also comparable, and compared to the attitude of the two people, I prefer Mr. Wayne's humble character, so if you To be married—"

"No, no, we're not going to talk about this," Marnie immediately stopped the topic, and continued with black hair, "You mean Tony won't die accidentally because of the wealth I brought him?"

"Honey," Grandpa Pound explained to her, "Actually, there is a principle behind this. Do you know the law of conservation? The law of conservation can be absolutely embodied in the material aspect. Of course, the microscopic level is another matter." The same thing, in a word, the law of conservation is even more conserved at the non-material level, even absolutely conserved.”

"Because the conservation at the non-material level emphasizes the macro, your whole life, your whole person, all your good luck and bad luck, this is a very broad concept," Grandpa Pound seemed to be saying something very metaphysical , "Believe me, since you have survived until now, the wealth you can bring is actually very small. You can't even control the wealth of a city, or even the wealth in non-monetary forms. Of course, in this part of Gotham Except this time."

Marnie nodded ignorantly: "So you mean, I usually don't get enough money for Tony?"

"That's almost what it means." Grandpa Pound nodded.

So on the contrary, she was obviously such a weak existence, and she only brought a little wealth to her former adoptive parents, and they died because of this?Then they were...

Marnie raised her eyebrows awkwardly, feeling that she still couldn't accept such a setting.

"I think this is really hard to understand," Marnie put down her knife and fork and said seriously, "Although these things really happened to me, I don't think it must be caused by my so-called ability, or—I think maybe I'm just lucky, not one of your races."

"Our race," Grandpa Pound corrected, and then he was silent for a while before saying, "Forget it, you can't accept this matter for the time being and I have nothing to say, after all, you are not responsible for this matter, it is Yu Ruo who forgot Jing forgot you when he passed Gotham, that's why you were left in Gotham, if you grew up among us, maybe you wouldn't have such a sense of unreality."

Marnie blinked, and suddenly she felt relieved, so she said in a soft voice: "Thank you Mr. Pound, thank you for your understanding, but I really... I really need a while to digest this fact, I always thought I was an alien People are coming."

"Is there any difference?" Grandpa Pound asked puzzled, "They are not human anyway."

"It's not the same," Marnie said seriously, "If it's an alien, at least the earth I'm on now is the one I know, but if I'm a species of the earth itself, and it's so similar to human beings, I would Will feel that this earth makes me feel unreal, as if I have lived so many years in vain..."

"Before Galileo appeared," Grandpa Pound said, "everyone before him lived in vain."

"It makes sense," Marnie smiled, scratching the back of her head embarrassingly, "but I still need a little time to digest."

"I understand..." Grandpa Pound sighed, then blinked, and said, "But I can show you something else fun."

Marnie looked at him puzzled, but found that his suit suddenly unbuttoned by itself, and a few pounds appeared from his arms. They lined up on their feet, jumped onto the dining table, and silently walked in front of Marnie , and then spoke with an authentic London accent.

"Dear Ms. Dollar," one of the guys said in a thick voice, "please look out, and let me tell you the story behind this great sea."

"Hey, you're scaring her," said Sterling next to him in a soft voice, "and you stop telling those old stories, it's just the Atlantic, as anyone who's ever read knows that. "

Marnie couldn't help laughing, she always felt as if she was living in a Hollywood sci-fi movie, or the one produced by Disney.

"They are a family," said Grandpa Pound, "They once had a young son, but..."

Marnie frowned, and immediately looked at him sadly, and asked timidly: "That child, him, what's wrong with him?"

Grandpa Pound looked sad: "I accidentally spent it!"

As soon as the words fell, the couple at the dining table immediately hugged each other and cried.

Yes, that is, in the form of banknotes and crying.

Marnie: "..."

I don't know why, but it always feels a little funny.But in this case, she can't laugh, well, she can't laugh, people are mourning.

"It's okay, dear, don't be sad," Mr. Qian Qian, the head of the family, comforted her wife, "Although we lost one son, we still have 450 and [-] sons, and young people are suitable for going out. What is it to stay with parents forever? I believe that kid will return to us with honor one day."

Marnie: "..." Three thousand four hundred and fifty five?

The wife pondered for a moment, and then said sadly: "No, dear, you remembered wrongly! When we first arrived in Gotham with Mr. Pound two days ago, we lost another son! Now it is three thousand four hundred and fifty four!"

After finishing speaking, I hugged my head and cried again.

Marnie raised her head and carefully looked at old Mr. Pound—wow, you are too exaggerated, why are you wiping tears!Three thousand four hundred and fifty four sons!Taking a step back, that little guy was spent by you!

Seeing Marnie's unbelievable eyes, Mr. Pound blinked his left eye at her.

Marnie understands, okay, so it turns out that it is to let the couple who gave him money feel his grief. He is really an evil capitalist who perfectly exploits the surplus value of working people.

As long as you are happy, Marnie shut her mouth silently.