What is the summary of Chapter 24 of Camel Xiangzi?

Chapter 24: Xiangzi made money by various sinister means. Finally, he betrayed his friend Minh Nguyen, a villain who lived a rich life through political speculation. Xiangzi stopped pulling rickshaws. He did whatever he got, but he never stopped contributing. In Xiangzi's mind, everything is "like that" and he can't help taking advantage. Xiangzi finally became the last ghost of individualism.

Xiangzi spent most of his life relying on this residual ceremony and rules. If someone gets married, he carries a flag umbrella for others; If there is a funeral, he holds a wreath for others; He doesn't like it or cry. He just marched with others for a dozen copper coins. Put on the green or blue robe prepared by the bar or sedan chair shop, and put on an inappropriate black hat to let him temporarily cover his rags and be decent. When you meet that big family, teach a bunch of people to shave their heads and wear boots before they have a chance to wash their heads and feet. Dirty illness kept him from taking a step, just holding a flag or two couplets and slowly rubbing against the roadside.

However, even in this case, he is not a good player. His golden age is over. He has never been married from a rickshaw, and everything has become "like that" with his hope. He is so big, fighting for a flying tiger flag or a short and pithy elegiac couplet; He refused to move the heavier red umbrella, silent card and so on. He will also compete with an old man, a child and even a woman. He refused to suffer any loss.

Such a little thing, he bent his back with his head down, with a cigarette butt picked up from the road in his mouth, slowly and feebly rubbing against it. Everyone stood still, and he might still walk; Everyone left, and he stood for a while; He can't seem to hear the gong blowing the horn. He never looks at the distance before and after, and the queues on the left and right are neat. He went his own way, dreaming with his head down and thinking about some profound truths. Kung fu in red and the deacon holding the silk flag almost scolded everything in the village: "grandson!" I said you, camel! You fucking look exactly the same! " I don't think he has heard of it. The gong player gave him a gong hammer, and he rolled his eyes and looked around vaguely. No matter what the gong player said, he searched carefully on the ground to see if there were any cigarette butts worth picking up.

Decent, strong, dreamy, selfish, personal, strong, great, Xiangzi, I don't know how many funerals he sent with others; I don't know when and where he will bury himself, this degenerate, selfish, unfortunate and socially ill child, the last ghost of individualism!