"Dirt Road Upward" tells the story of Wang Shugen, a rural boy who grew up as a gray boy who was "incapable of doing anything" and stumbled forward in the tide of the times for half his life.
He didn't go to high school and was crowded into the construction site with his fellow villagers. He didn't even have the confidence to clench his fists when his wages were being deducted. He joined a hardware factory as an apprentice, and in order to protect the kind-hearted warehouse manager Su Qing, he was made trouble by the deputy director's nephew and lost his job; Squeezing into an office building to work as a technician, he was looked down upon by his customers for being "unfashionable". He squatted in front of a supplier for two days and two nights to fix defects in parts. When he opened a company in partnership, someone stole the money and ran away. He sold the house and took the seven old employees to carry out the small orders...
Along the way, he met the moonlight kindness of the foreman's daughter Lin Weiwei, received cold-faced and warm lessons from the hard-faced master "Iron-faced Zhang", and was dragged by the female manager Sister Zhao to learn how to break into the wine table and read drawings. Because of his tenacity to "not lie flat", the group's special assistant Gao Rui changed from contempt to admiration, and was regarded as a technically reliable collaborator by the wealthy daughter Shen Ruoxi.
From the field to the construction site, from the workshop to the office building, the calluses on his hands changed layer after layer, and people around him came and went - he had the frustration of being blocked by bullies, the timidity of attractive girls, and the powerlessness of being crushed by capital. In the end, with the enthusiasm of "getting up after falling", he built a small machinery company into the new energy track and became what others call "Mr. Wang".
But when he looked back, what he most cherished were the sweet potatoes steamed by his mother in the yard. It was Su Qing who said with a smile that "there is no one to grow flowers on the balcony". When he squatted in the workshop and looked at the parts, he felt the same sense of solidity as when he watched his father dig the soil in the field. This is not some counterattack legend, just an ordinary boy walking on the dirt road
