Golden Eyes: A Pathetic Middle-Aged Man's Comeback Through Stone Gambling

“Chen Wei, you good-for-nothing! Why aren’t you out looking for a job? You haven’t paid the mortgage in two months! Are you trying to drive me to my death?”

Chen Wei said, “I’ll pay it once I find work.”

“Find work? You haven’t found a damn thing! I must have been blind when I married you. The husband next door, Old Liu, drives a taxi and makes seven or eight thousand a month. My cousin’s husband is a construction foreman and makes two hundred thousand a year. And you? You’ve been lying around at home for three months!”

“I haven’t been lying around. I’ve been looking for a job…”

Sun Cui’e said, “Enough. My younger brother wants to buy a house, and our family has to contribute a hundred thousand. I’ve already promised him. Figure something out.”

Chen Wei said, “A hundred thousand? Where am I supposed to get that kind of money?”

“That’s your problem.”