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The old accountant at the university was surnamed Liu, named Liu Wenhe. His name was refined, but he himself was stout, like a freshly steamed white bun. He had managed the university's finances for decades, seeing people come and go, his hair turning from black to salt-and-pepper, ledger books replaced stack after stack. He kept a living ledger of the personnel changes within the university in his mind.

Every year come May, when the climbing roses were in full bloom, covering the red brick walls of the old administration building, and bees buzzed about, Liu Wenhe knew: Professor Qian's money would be arriving soon.