The night grew deeper, and the mountain village returned to its usual quiet.
Lin Yifan sat in the old house, under the dim light, bent over the table calculating accounts.
Xu Fengxian, who had changed back into her black dress, angrily pushed the door open and walked in.
"You left too quickly today. By the time I got there, everyone had dispersed. Otherwise, I wouldn't have let Old Li head achieve his goal."
Lin Yifan laughed, "Isn't this fine? At least we have a location for the clinic, and the annual rent of twelve hundred isn't expensive."
"Twelve hundred isn't expensive, but losing money for no reason is a loss. The village head said this morning, not only would he approve the land for you, but he'd also invest money, allocating at least eighty thousand a year and a monthly salary of one thousand six for the village doctor. That would be one hundred thousand yuan a year. Now, thanks to him stirring things up, we lose twelve hundred."
