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註釋In the art dealer's shop, the old gentleman picked up the painting once again. He looked it up and down, left and right. He held it up, contemplating it for a few minutes. His eyes opened wider and wider. Finally, he turned to Shaxiao, the Little Silly, a rag boy who stood nearby, and said: "Sell this painting to me. I'll pay a lot of money, enough for your family to live on for a hundred years!" Surprisingly, Shaxiao replied, "Sir, I'm sorry. I can't sell it to you . . ."