Among all sorts of gold, silver and treasures, the most precious is money, even more precious is information, and the most precious of all is knowledge.
"Mr. Song, I'm old now. For many years, I've been committed to the promotion of traditional medicine, especially acupuncture medicine. Together with a few other veteran practitioners, we're preparing to hold an acupuncture medicine symposium. We'd like Mr. Song to attend and enlighten us old folks, broaden our horizons. Acupuncture medicine needs new blood," Zhang Guomin invited Song Xiaodong to attend the symposium he was organizing.
"I won't be going. My acupuncture skills can't be learned by you, and I can't teach casually. Teaching people who don't want to learn would make it seem like I'm spreading some feudal superstition ideas, and I'll be laughed at," Song Xiaodong refused.
"Mr. Song, show them your skills once you get there, and they'll naturally be convinced," Zhang Guomin continued.
"Not going." Song Xiaodong refused.
