Money talks, and often talks thunderingly loud. It is far and wide a sine qua non for human society. In everyday trade, people turn to money as a unanimous criterion; in running any organization, money is dangled before both boss and employer; and, perhaps above all, not a few people set the pursuit of money their raison detre. Its charisma arises not so much from human avarice as from human nature. Back to the very day one is born, money accompanies closely; the very pull-- in part from the great mother-to-be, in part from the trained nurse-- that brings you to this world proves an undeniable example. Without money, a new-born baby would undergo a tougher adventure, from womb to ground, let alone the life to come. A couple of recent happenings are cited below to estimate money's volume for you. Deafeningly loud. A thankless service for candidates of graduate school entrance examination normally appears like a stinking beggar; however, after the baptism of money (every staff is paid one thousand per day), hordes suddenly trip over one another to embrace this beggar with open arms, ear-to-ear grins, and charitable eyes. The other instance took place in the terribly-crowded dorm congregation. Such activity used to attract no more than the obligatory staff, yet, seasoned with the embodiment of money (prizes and prizes and more), it turned out a magnetic influx of participants. A spectacle: the whole restaurant is packed to the fullest of full. In both cases: money the sugar, humans headless ants. Money prevails. Money conquers. Long live the Mighty Money! Viva! -- 一字不识而多诗意 一偈不参而多禅意 一句不濡而多酒意 一石不晓而多画意 --

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