"No," Tan Zhenghong said coldly, throwing out two words.
Tan Zhongzhong said unwillingly, "Fourth Boss, we're brothers. It's too impersonal of you to just say no."
The answer from Tan Zhenghong was still those two words: no.
"How could I possibly not know whether you have silver? You sell marinaded meat and bamboo baskets. How could you not have any silver?"
"No." Tan Zhenghong was getting a bit impatient.
He earned silver to give his wife a good life, not to support these lazy people without a single bone of industry in them.
And besides, most of the money in the family was earned by his wife; how could he make decisions about it without consulting her?
"Look, your sister-in-law's about to give birth. Just lend me some to tide me over. Otherwise, your nephew will have no decent clothes when he's born. Can you really be so heartless?"
Tan Zhenghong frowned in disgust, "You have hands, can't you earn money? That's not my child, what do I have to be heartless about?"
