Zhao Guozhong had been feeling gloomy and angry, but upon hearing Chen Feng's words, he suddenly felt warmed.
But before he could bask in the sentiment, Chen Feng continued, "If worst comes to worst, we can sell your uncle's old house, it's got a deed, right? Selling it for a couple hundred thousand shouldn't be a problem. Add that to the dividends, and we should be able to buy a new place within a year."
Zhao Guozhong's face immediately fell again, and he said sternly, "The old house is our family's root, our parents built it with hard work, how could we sell it?"
Chen Feng argued, "Out with the old, in with the new. The old house is already like that, you don't even want to live there anymore. Isn't it good to sell it and buy a new house?"
Zhao Xiaolan added, "Yeah, the house is a bit old. Selling it to buy a new house isn't bad. The parents are no longer around, what's the use in keeping the old house?"