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Once upon a time, the steel-like body of General Yue Fei, moved by the beauty of Hangzhou's West Lake and the admiration of generations, came back to life. Fixing his gaze on Qin Kuai` before him on the ground, the first thing to come to his mind was "Where is my `gun?'" At times like this, when fighting enemies to save the country, one cannot be without a weapon.
So Yue Fei rushed to the Museum of History, where he found his "gun" among the articles in the Song Dynasty exhibition room. Certainly, articles must be returned to their rightful owners. All smiles, the curator of the Song Dynasty exhibition poured Yue Fei some tea and said, "General Yue, this 'gun' is a precious artifact. We cannot allow you so much as to touch it, no less return it to you. Not to mention that modern civilization has advanced to an era of nuclear weapons and electronic warfare. What use would you "gun' be to you? If it pleases you, General Yue, why not remain here at the Museum of History as a model, where you can hold your 8-foot long gun and pose for pictures for Rmb 1,000 per month. If you also work as a guide, then we'll raise the admission ticket price from one to 10 yuan, and split the proceeds seven to three with you. I'm sure that would be better for you than leading troops in battle. Don't you think? Yue Fei jumped up and said, "If I'm making big money as a model, then who will guard the frontier region?" At this, a young woman sitting by the window and applying lipstick spoke up in a whiny voice, saying "China's got 1.2 billion people, what difference does one soldier make?"
Not wanting to argue with a woman, Yue Fei stormed out of the Museum of History. Noticing the late hour and the protests of his hungry stomach, he looked up and saw a luxuriously appointed guesthouse with staff outside to greet him, a hotel, and a restaurant,...