But clearly, things rarely go as planned.
In the office of the head of the Economics Department, a woman in her fifties was slapping her thighs and wailing, "You people are outrageous! You're just using the fact that you're from Beijing to bully us outsiders! Wasn't it just a small argument? Aren't they just minor injuries? We country folks get bumps and bruises all the time! How are you city people so delicate, making a huge fuss over a few small wounds? And now you want us to pay over three thousand yuan? Why don't you just rob us instead?"
Li Huan stared, dumbfounded, at the woman throwing a tantrum. She had always thought Song Yufang was from the city, too. After all, the clothes she usually wore weren't cheap, and she was a big spender, acting as if money was no object. Even on the day she helped pay the medical bills, she hadn't seemed the least bit troubled.
