[Comprehensive] Refined dollar bills

"Magician?" Marnie was shocked. "You mean magician? Are you kidding me, Mr. Pound?"

Mr. Pound looked at her strangely: "Why do you say that, what I said is true, otherwise why did he leave like this and no one pointed at him?"

You are right.

Marnie covered her face in pain: "It can't be done, I found that since I accepted that I am a fine dollar bill, a lot of strange things have happened! Just now I was involved in a strange space for no reason , and inexplicably experienced the special effects that can only be seen in Hollywood blockbusters, and now I actually saw a magician!"

"I actually live in comics..." She looked up suddenly, "It must be like this, otherwise why are there so many strange things, my father is Iron Man, and my classmate is Spider-Man, now I just go shopping Can the bookstore hit a magician!"

Grandpa Pound looked at the time and said, "Okay, dear Dole, no matter how shocked you are, we have to go to Chinatown next, did you say goodbye to your family?"

While talking, he took Marnie by the hand and dragged her to the door of the bookstore. He bent down to pick up the lost crutch when he passed the door, and he became the refined and noble British nobleman again when he went out. In addition to the slightly broken expression, the whole person also looks very British aristocratic.

"What are we going to do in Chinatown..." Marnie had a bad feeling, "Chinatown? This kind of place... Is there a refined Chinese currency there? Could it be that the RMB is also refined?"

"Don't be too surprised," he said as he tugged at her, "That's why I just asked you if you felt something unique about London, I think you must have experienced it now, look, London is like this A magical place. Challenge your imagination and receptivity."

"The challenge is successful, you have won." Marnie said convincingly.

"Don't rush to say this," he murmured. "To be honest, I don't think we are anything. The really good guys are hiding in Chinatown."

Marnie followed him a few steps, trying to speed up: "How do you say that?"

"How is your world history?" He asked this sentence instead, "You must know the most basic common sense. For example, one of the birthplaces of world civilization is ancient Chinese civilization. You must know this kind of thing."

Marnie nodded, always feeling that something was wrong: "Yes, yes, why do you ask this question..."

"Then you should know that becoming a master is not a one-day achievement, otherwise, why are you the only one in the United States who has become a master?" Grandpa Pound Sterling said seriously, "Of course you should understand, what I said It is very easy to understand. The so-called becoming a finer is just to explain the situation in a way that you can understand. The real meaning should be why you are the only one in the United States who can stand up and walk in the currency society and human beings in the image of a person. between society?"

Does this kind of thing need to be considered?

Seeing Marnie's bewildered look, old Mr. Pound smiled: "You're still too young."

Marnie: "..."

Young does not mean low IQ, Marnie pondered for a moment as if she understood something, and immediately raised her head in surprise and asked: "Mr. Pound, do you mean that the so-called "spirituality" is not just one of each race?"

"That's not what it means," he said after a moment of hesitation. "It's true that each race can only produce one, but do you know some situations? It's just like the situation in China?"

Marnie still didn't quite understand, Mr. Pound opened his mouth and seemed to give up explaining, so he sighed and said, "Forget it, you'll know what I mean when you see them in person."

them……?

Ok thanks, I think I got it.

Mr. Pound raised his head and pointed to a two-story ancient Chinese building in front of him with his crutches: "Here, we're here."

Only then did Marnie realize that she had unknowingly walked to Chinatown?Wait, this is definitely impossible. In her impression, the road just now was near the pier. How could a place like Chinatown be near the pier?

Marnie twitched the corners of her mouth, thinking of the strange long-faced mage just now, she finally realized the reality.

Forget it, we don't need to pay too much attention to these metaphysical things, otherwise we may fall into philosophical thinking every minute and cannot extricate ourselves, the most likely result is to quickly commit suicide by lying on the train.

Marnie thought so, and brought her very European medieval dress into this place.

Carved beams and painted buildings, beautifully curved tiles flying upwards, everything here is built of mahogany, the threshold has a strong sense of presence, almost reaching her knees, she has to raise her steps to enter.

After entering, the surrounding environment is very simple and elegant. Most of the people here are black-haired and black-eyed, but their costumes are different. Some people wear white straight gowns, the front part of their heads is bald, and their hair is combed into whips hanging behind them. Looking at the book with his hands behind his back, after seeing her gaze, he bowed his hands to her in a friendly manner.

Some were wearing suits in a regular manner, but the collar of the suit was straight up to the chin, and he was wearing black-rimmed glasses, which also looked rigid.

There is also a woman among them, dressed in beautiful silk, her breasts are half exposed, her eyes are like silk, her long hair is loosely tied into a bun behind her head, and she smiles gently at her.

this place...

so weird...

Marnie couldn't help but looked around, there were quite a few people here but it wasn't crowded, and everyone looked very comfortable.

Grandpa Pound led her up the stairs made of wood. When Grandpa Pound pulled her, Marnie was still a little scared, for fear that the wooden ladder would not be able to bear the weight of both her and Grandpa Pound.

But she walked to the second floor with trepidation. Except for the sound of the stairs, nothing else happened.

"Amazing?" Grandpa Pound looked at her with a smile.

Marnie still didn't respond: "What's so magical?"

"They are all masters of Chinese currency." Grandpa Pound motioned to the people downstairs. Marnie looked over and found that everyone was looking at her, as if to say hello. Pound continued, "This That's what I said, they're great people."

"But China's current currency is RMB," Marnie couldn't help but said, "Even if their era is over, won't they disappear?"

"You too, Ms. Dole." Grandpa Pound walked in front of her, and the wooden floor under his feet creaked again, but he didn't seem worried at all, "You will live forever, Dole. And what we are going to see now is the kid you mentioned."

The two walked around this exquisite and small corridor of the tea house. It was the first time for Marnie to come to such a place, and she felt that it was amazing. This building was not like a building, but rather a handicraft.

Pound pushed open a door, and Marnie walked in, which made her feel a little modern. The decoration of this room fit the world she knew very well, with marble floors, a computer clock, a mobile phone, and a The guy with the appearance of a boy was half lying on the sofa with headphones on, holding a Kindle in his hand, reading a book with relish.

Black hair and black eyes, not very deep facial features, looks calm, this guy is Chinese.

As Marnie thought about it, he seemed to have discovered himself, so he sat up from the sofa. He was neither tall nor short. He first greeted old Mr. Pound, and then looked at Marnie.

"This is your granddaughter?" He turned his head to look at Mr. Pound, who was already seated. He spoke English in a gentle manner. Although the tone of his voice didn't like the ups and downs like the British or Americans, it was plain and wonderful. It's as if he doesn't think of language as language, but as a tool for communication.

Marnie froze for a moment, feeling that this description was a bit strange. Of course, language is a tool for communication, and there is nothing wrong with him doing this...

It's just, uh, he doesn't seem to fit into this environment that much, maintaining a mysterious aura from the East.

"No, she's Marnie Dole." Grandpa Pound glanced at him, "It's the one that Yu Ruo lost. I saw her news on the Internet two days ago, so I brought her here."

"Then she's an American," the young man looked at Marnie with a smile on his face, and said, "Do you really have superheroes flying around the streets every day in the United States?"

Marnie: "...worry too much, it doesn't exist."

"But I saw a lot of videos on the Internet," he shrugged, "Iron Man, Spider-Man, Captain America, etc. They seem to be real people."

Marnie thought I knew all of these people.

"They are indeed real people," Marnie explained, "but they don't fly around in battle suits when they are free, and they are very fast. If Tony doesn't want people to know his existence, he can do it." Rise into the clouds and fly."

She explained proficiently that some of her classmates were very interested in Tony before, and Marnie had said this to others countless times.

"Oh," the boy nodded, "so you know Tony Stark?"

Grandpa Pound said bluntly: "Not only that, she is the adopted daughter of Iron Man, and she almost married another rich man in America, Bruce Wayne!"

Marnie: "???" Didn't you just make it up as a joke!

The other party smiled, stretched out his hand to Marnie with a nasal voice, and said gently: "I am Ren Min, a Chinese. Although I grew up in England, I am still a real Chinese. After all, my family... I think You've seen it. Anyway, you may not get used to the way I speak, but I think you'll get used to it sooner or later."