On the day Zheng Xuan committed suicide, the earth was about to be destroyed. [Poetry Officer] hired her to collect materials that could represent human civilization.
Zheng Xuan: My heart is already dead. Find someone else to do it for you.
Alien: Daily salary of one million, daily settlement, no default
Zheng Xuan:? ? ?
Zheng Xuan: Explain clearly the unit
Alien: The most widely circulated currency on every planet, on Earth, should it be a knife? We can help you convert it into RMB, the exchange rate is calculated at 7
Zheng Xuan: Okay, dear interstellar visitor, you can do anything you want me to do
Alien: Isn't your heart dead?
Zheng Xuan: Even if your heart is dead, your body can still make money. We earthlings are very scary.
Purpose: For the sake of freedom, both can be thrown away
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