Compared with Wang Yue and Zhao Xiaomai's optimism, Zheng Juan felt conflicted. She had seen Luo Shibin's estate, and the sheer size of it had astonished the unassuming woman. Even she and her husband had only heard of sums like that from Zheng Guangming.
On the way home, Zheng Juan remembered that Bing Kun was still on probation. She felt they had to silence some people's objections, but she was deeply torn. "Bing Kun, this is such a huge amount of money. I don't feel at ease letting the children have it just like that."
Zhou Bingkun knew full well that this was the result of Wang Yue's efforts—or, rather, Shui Ziliu's way of showing Wang Yue where he stood. He also knew Juanzi had every right to take the money, but he still felt it was too hot to handle.
Thinking of Wang Yue's reaction when he had asked not to take the money, Zhou Bingkun gave a bitter smile. "Third Brother says we'd be fools not to take it. Of course, he doesn't care about the money himself. He just said the decision was ours to make."
Zheng Juan nodded, looking troubled. "But it's too much. I don't want to use Luo Shibin's money. I only want to use yours."
Hearing his wife's declaration made Zhou Bingkun feel warm inside. As they rode into Guangzi Area, he looked at its run-down shantytowns and suddenly thought of the redevelopment of Guangzi Area, something his father had always wanted. His eyes lit up, and he said proudly, "How about we pay to redevelop Guangzi Area?"
Zheng Juan nodded without hesitation, agreeing with him. "Whatever you say is fine. It's just that this is a big undertaking. Is it really appropriate for us to do this?"
Zhou Bingkun scratched his head,