Upon hearing this, Chen Dajun realized what Lu Aiguo meant. He was suggesting that he mortgage the family courtyard house. Chen Dajun felt uneasy and said, "It's an ancestral property. If I sell it, my father would leap out of his coffin in anger."
Lu Aiguo spread his hands helplessly, "Then I can't do anything either. I don't have the money to help."
Lu Ruixue was growing anxious. She asked Lu Aiguo, "How much can we get for mortgaging that courtyard house in East City?"
"Ten thousand? At most twenty thousand." Lu Aiguo looked like he was already quoting very high.
Gu Xiaobei, listening on the side, was astounded. The courtyard house in East City, in thirty years, would be worth tens of millions, even hundreds of millions.
Chen Dajun was hesitating but finally gritted his teeth and said, "Third brother, can you squeeze out twenty thousand for the courtyard house? Then I could give you back your principal. It should be sufficient then."
