Xinyan glanced over at the wall: One thousand yuan in the early eighties was the equivalent of over a hundred thousand in later years, and they really had the nerve to ask for it.
On the other side of the wall, He Jinxuan's face also turned cold. "Never mind that all my working capital is tied up in the trucks in the transport team right now—even if I had the money, I wouldn't be such a sucker."
Mother He hadn't expected Third to reject her outright. "Your Second Brother only lost the money because he didn't have experience and got taken advantage of. Isn't he just trying to fight one more round now? Once he makes money, he'll definitely pay you back first thing.
Brothers are supposed to help each other. You can't be eating meat while they can't even afford the broth, or people will laugh at us."
