Floating Wealth

On the seventh day after my mother's death, the valuation of that old house that everyone despised exceeded 10 million. When the three brothers and sisters of the Zhou family were calculating this "windfall", their paralyzed and aphasic father announced on the writing board with trembling hands: He was going to marry Zhang Juan, the nanny who had only taken care of him for three months. A family war without gunpowder suddenly detonated in the smell of mother's incense that had not yet dissipated. The eldest son Zhou Zhigang, a taxi driver, still has 800,000 yuan left to pay for his son's wedding house; The second daughter, Zhou Min, is a middle school accountant and urgently needs 500,000 yuan as a guarantee fund for her daughter's study abroad; The third son, Zhou Zhiqiang, a convenience store owner, has lived in this house for twenty years and regards it as his last retreat in life. And Zhang Juan, a widow from the countryside, stood silently behind the wheelchair. She said: "When two people who are afraid of the cold are close together, it won't be so cold." From dinner table negotiations to court battles, from family blackmail to legal attack and defense. When the prenuptial agreement was laid out in front of him, his father wrote: "When your mother was alive, she didn't have these pieces of paper." In the past thirty years, house prices have increased hundreds of times, but family ties have been discounted in the opposite direction. Those blood ties that were once indestructible have revealed the most unbearable cracks under the precise calculation of interests. This is a war caused by a house, and it is a microcosm of the changes in family ethics throughout the era. ---