"This... this... the condolence money received at the old master's funeral also counts as the family's communal funds. Once the old master's affairs are finished, we can discuss it at length, discuss it at length. Everyone can talk it over..." Under Zhang Yang's gaze, one of the uncles from the old residence involuntarily avoided his eyes. His gaze darted about as he forced out a laugh.
The man speaking was Zhang Fan, born of the old master's second branch. This uncle had usually been fairly well-behaved in the old residence and had done nothing out of line. He himself held a senior management position at Golden Crow Shipyard. Yet Zhang Tie had never expected that this elder of the old residence would fail to hold out even one day under the assault of a money bomb.
It was no wonder. Among ordinary people, how many could remain clear-headed in the face of wealth on such an astronomical scale? You might withstand ten thousand gold coins, but what about a hundred thousand? Five hundred thousand? A million? Several million gold coins? How many could still hold fast to their original hearts?
The moment Zhang Fan spoke, the atmosphere in the room became faintly strange. The brothers Zhang Tie and Zhang Yang said nothing, merely drinking tea. Zhang Tie's father's face darkened at once. At home, Zhang Tie's father had always kept himself apart from worldly disputes and never argued over who was right or wrong with the family. But that did not mean he was a fool, ignorant of the twists within. Seeing the family trying to take advantage of Zhang Tie and Zhang Yang, and hearing such shameless words, even Zhang Tie's father could not help feeling a faint anger rise in his heart.
"What do you mean, discuss it