"Do you have anything else to say?" Zhang Dazhuang frowned, looking at Zhang Weihong.
"Dad, since Eldest Brother already said we could sell the house and land if need be, I think we should go with his idea. Just think about it—if you and Mom get seriously ill someday, how could the house and land possibly be more important than your lives? People are more important than property, right? If we don't sell them, just relying on the three of us brothers... none of us are big earners. How could we possibly afford the medical bills?"
Zhang Weihong had learned his lesson this time. He enunciated every syllable of 'people are more important than property,' putting on a magnanimous air, as if he were thinking only of his parents' welfare.
Zhang Weimin's eyes lit up, and he quickly nodded in agreement. "Second Brother's right."
Zhang Wei Qiang nodded as well.
