The village chief, Song Dehai, stood between the two, desperately trying to mediate.
"Both of you, calm down! Xuecai, it's a fact that you hit the cow with your vehicle. Uncle Han, we're all upset that your cow is hurt. Here's what I think: let's each take a step back. Ten thousand yuan is really too much, and Xuecai's family isn't wealthy. How about this? Pay three thousand. We'll call it even, alright? We all live in the same village and see each other every day. Let's not ruin the harmony."
"No! Three thousand? Are you trying to shoo away a beggar? I've raised this cow for three years. It was fat and strong. If I'd sold it, it would've gone for at least thirty thousand. Now that its leg is crippled, I might not even get twenty thousand for it. And you offer me three thousand? Not a chance! If I don't get ten thousand, I'm sleeping right here tonight and not leaving!"
Foolish Song leaped to his feet, his attitude incredibly aggressive.
