In 1995, Lu Qingshan made the most "stupid" decision in his life: he gave up his golden job in the provincial capital and returned to the poorest towns. Everyone was waiting to see the joke until he carried the 17th old man out of the flood barefoot.
From then on, he walked this "stupid" road for 33 years.
Seven marginalized young people formed the "Blue Stone Eight Horsemen" and swore an oath in a leaky warehouse. A report letter brought down the county magistrate and also made him receive the first bullet. His wife, Jiang Ruolan, used her pen as a sword. Every time he was on the verge of falling, he wrote reports one after another that shocked senior officials.
From the towns to the central government, behind every "big shot" he brought down was a larger network. Financial giants launder money across borders, resource giants forge satellite images, and even when his long-lost biological parents suddenly appear, what they bring is not a reunion, but a proposition: "If your cousin is a huge corrupt man, will you check it out?"
This is the bet between an idealist and the entire era. Bet on whether an original intention can illuminate the darkest corner, bet on whether a pair of hands holding a pen and a pair of hands holding power can never let go in the stormy sea.
An epic that describes how "silly" and "hard" a person can be.
