Uncle Zhang's family isn't without money; it's just tied up in three-year and five-year fixed deposits.
Eldest Aunt Zhang watched her husband fumble with the deposit slips, trying to gather enough money, tears brimming in her eyes. "Can't I just not pay them back?"
Uncle Zhang didn't even look up. "Sure, but when the time comes, it'll be me and our son who'll be humiliated, not you."
"You're always trying to show off; all you do is yap, yap, yap. See what happens now? They've always wanted us to repay them, just never had the chance before."
"Now look, you're just an idiot who charged in recklessly."
"Forget it, the debt must be repaid. It's better to pay than to have them show up at your workplace asking for it," he tried to console.
"What if they're too scared to do it?" Eldest Aunt Zhang refused to believe that Mrs. Zhang and her family would go that far.
"Did they really go and raise a banner?"
