"What do you mean by something? Aren't you insulting me?" This is a Mao badge. People who do shamanism in our area don't worship gods anymore, they only worship Mao. They say Mao is blessed with great fortune and a long life, and can calm things down, which is more effective than anything else. Otherwise, why did people in the past always carry Mao badges? However, real badges are too expensive. They are considered cultural relics. This is what our team leader brought when he bought new pants a few days ago. Don't you see the words "safe travel" on the back? With his blessing, what are you afraid of? " 

"That's in the countryside. How many people in the city know who Mao Zedong is? " 

"That's true. Just in case, let's use some cult stuff. This is Li Xzhi's "Turning the Wheel of X". It's signed by Master Li himself. "Holy photo, if that woman only believed in Li Xzhi when she was alive, she might think you are a fellow believer and get close to you. You have to hide the book well and don't let outsiders see it. If the ghost is detected, you ask the police to arrest you as a Falun Gong diehard. That's not worth it. How about it, are you satisfied with these things?" 

"I just want to ask one thing, do all these things work?" 

"How should I know? No one can tell without trying them one by one. But, to use an advertisement, there is always one that suits that woman." 

"Don't you know how to dance? Why not do one? Maybe she will be stunted?" 

"The great god is very good at dancing. He is wearing only shorts and a grass skirt, with chicken feathers on his head and chicken blood on his face. He dances and sings, 'Heaven and earth, please show up, Laozi, please appear!' You'll be able to do this after watching it too many times. I'm just afraid that I can't scare that woman, and it will be in vain to dance." 

"Why?" 

"Maybe that woman was an atheist when she was alive, so this trick will definitely not work." 

"Yes, that's the problem. If that woman was like us brothers and didn't believe in anything when she was alive, wouldn't all your preparations be in vain?" 

"I thought of that too. Look, what is this? The authentic "Selected Works of Marx". It was released during the Cultural Revolution, and there's not a single typo in it. I wanted to buy the "Complete Works of Marx and Engels", but the owner of the second-hand bookstall was too greedy and insisted on charging me a hundred yuan. Considering our financial affordability, I had to buy the selected works. Anyway, it's used to deal with ghosts, not for academic research. Here, put this under your pillow..." 

"Stop it, this is all a mess. What have you got? It's at least 30 years behind the times. How can this be okay?" 

"What's wrong with being behind the times? Good stuff will still be useful no matter how many years it's used." 

"Don't be impatient. Think about it, what is Marx? Only materialism recognizes the existence of ghosts. Tell me, is it appropriate to use the classic works of materialism to dispel ghosts? Even the spirit of Marx in heaven would disagree." 

"That's true."

"Besides, it's the 21st century now. Everyone's striving for a moderately prosperous society, and socialism with Chinese characteristics is on its way. How many people even know what Marx did? Even if he was going to exorcise ghosts, the ghosts would have to recognize him." 

"That's true. In this commodity economy era, it's not appropriate to use the same tactics as the Cultural Revolution. If we're going to use it, we should use something more radical. I expected that. In our time, there's no one more heroic than this man. Come, let me hammer the nails in, and I'll keep your golden Buddha statue safe." 

"What the hell? What's that?" 

I opened the portrait and saw a European or American. This man had unkempt hair, a dull gaze, an expressionless face, and was dressed in crisp clothes. He wore gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, and a pair of fangs protruded from his mouth. He looked to be in his late 50s, maybe over 40. He looked very familiar. I looked closely and saw the words "Bill Gates" written in large letters below the portrait. My eyes widened. 

"What does this mean?" 

"Don't you understand? In today's world, money makes the world go round, and money can communicate with the gods. Whoever has money is the boss, and whoever has the most money is the ruler of the world. Now, in the world, who can compare to Mr. Gai in terms of wealth? Hang his portrait on the door, and he can be a door god. Even the devil in the Bible himself would bow down to him." 

"Are you serious?" 

Xiaoguo's eyes widened. "Do you think I ran around all day and spent dozens of dollars just to tease you? You should know that I ran around most of the city today, and I went to two districts in the North Third District."