Before getting married, the bearded man asked me a very strange question: "How much money do you want a husband to make?" I said, "If you don't like your husband, you won't marry a multi-millionaire; if you like him, you will marry a billionaire." "After all, you always want to marry a rich man." "There are exceptions." I sighed. "What if I follow you?" He asked naturally. "Then forget it as long as you have enough to eat." He thought for a moment and then asked: "Do you eat too much?" I answered very carefully: "Not much, not much. You can eat less in the future." With these few words of dialogue, I became the wife of the bearded Jose. ………… —"Death of a Stranger" Sanmao
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