Imagine it: faced with the relentless pressure of a harsh creditor, weak, pitiful, helpless victims shed tears, cast aside their dignity, and begged bitterly, only to receive no concessions whatsoever. As the interest kept rising, Even if they sold off the family property, sold their organs, or sold their children, they still could not repay that mountain of debt. In the end, they would be reduced to destitution in the streets, crying out with their last breaths... What a tearjerking story, what an infuriating outcome.
It would be best to throw in some violent debt collection too. Right, kill a few people while they were at it—preferably Young men or children. Photos or videos would be even better.
That would give them every justification to use it as a foundation and Stir up a new storm. How many people had already rubbed their hands together, impatient to join this game? Like piranhas swarming forward, gnawing a whale calf down to a dry skeleton.
When one whale falls, all things thrive.
Truly a virtue, a beautiful sight, and welcome news.
Unfortunately, the story seemed to end right after it began.
It was like a humble serf begging the landlord to grant him a few more days so he could have a good New Year, only for the landlord to wave a hand and say, "Hey, what's the big deal? Forget it. Pay it back whenever you want. Oh, right, the New Year's almost here—take these two bags of rice, and grab half a pig on your way out too. Give the kids some meat..." From then on, everyone lived happily ever after.
Was that right?
Was that how it was supposed to be?
That wasn't how the story was written, was it?!
Where was the contradiction? Where was the conflict? Without