The debt of 230,000 yuan was like a shackle, completely crushing Chen Mo's life.
The advertising company collapsed and the boss ran away. He invested all his savings, credit card cash, online loans and borrowed money into the "blockchain" scam. Collection calls were bombarded day and night, and my mother's concern became the sharpest knife. He hid in a rental house worth 350 yuan in a village in the city, and listened to the sound of water dripping from the cracks in the wall every day to calculate the repayment progress.
When he was desperate, the supermarket aunt extended a "helping hand" to him - to become a marriage trustee.
From then on, he became a professional liar in the blind date market.
He transformed into a decoration designer and a steady office worker, and fabricated lies to all kinds of women in coffee shops, teahouses, and Western restaurants: listening, agreeing, and creating resonance, making them believe that they had met the "right person" within two hours. After it was over, he took away the few hundred yuan in the envelope and the aunt took a cut.
There are no good people in this circle.
The client is vain and selfish, looking for a successor; the colleague is cold-blooded and skilled, and cannot tell the truth from the false; the aunt looks kind, but in fact treats everyone as a tool. Even the protagonist himself quickly slipped from the initial uneasy conscience to numbness and enjoyment. He began to understand: Zhang Hao had lied to him, and he had lied to others. Everyone struggles in the mud and tramples others deeper.
The so-called "good guys" have either not yet been forced into a desperate situation, or they have already been forced to become villains.
No salvation, no light. There is only a debt of conscience that can never be repaid.
This is a cruel and dark realistic novel. It doesn't sugarcoat humanity or offer hope. It only records coldly: In the meat grinder of survival, everyone will eventually become what they hate most.
