As he said this, his eyes darted around. "Brother," he began, "do you have any good money-making ideas you could share with your little brother? You have no idea, my tavern business is completely gone. My whole family is about to starve."
Zhao Chun continued, his voice growing more pitiful with each word, his performance utterly convincing.
Zhao Dong watched Zhao Chun's performance, sneering inwardly. This so-called third brother of mine, he thought, is a 'purebred' opportunist. He only ever comes over when he wants to get something out of us.
Once Zhao Chun had finished his tale of woe, Zhao Dong finally spoke. "Little Brother, what are you saying? Are you trying to make me look bad? I'm just a simple man; how could I possibly come up with any schemes to get rich? We were starving, truly desperate. It was your sister-in-law who, driven by hunger, managed to create a few recipes. We sold those and scraped together enough money to build this house."
