Crooked Tiles

Zhu Chengyue borrowed 237,000 from twelve friends. He said it was turnover. He said it was for temporary use. He said he was helping a friend. It's all fake. All the money went into the old factory building on the outskirts of the city and turned into cement, ceramic tiles, basketball hoops, and a public welfare sports base that teaches poor children for free. He didn't dare to say. He was afraid of being rejected, of being morally kidnapped, of not being able to do this, and of having no place for his children to go. He kept it secret for half a year, carried it for half a year, lost 20 pounds, and saved 100,000 yuan. Then Duanmu Liang showed up - the man who defrauded him of 50,000 yuan seven years ago, pretended to be him after being released from prison, and continued to borrow money in his name. Threatening him, blackmailing him, exploiting his weakness of not daring to call the police. Twelve creditors discovered the truth. Some people slapped the table, some people got red-eyed, and some people chose to listen to what he had to say. There is a tile under the pool that he laid crookedly by his own hands seven years ago. It has never been repaired.