In 1986 in the North, the wind was as cold as a knife.
Zhao Weiguo was originally a low-level scrap iron sorter who struggled to earn a salary of 38.5 Yuan, pay for his mother's medicine and his sister's tuition. In order to survive, he had to put down his dignity, pick up rotten vegetable leaves in the wind and snow, and beg for money in humble life. However, the noose of fate did not relax - the rent was due, his salary was halved, and his creditors were closing in, forcing him into a desperate situation.
For those few pieces of life-saving silver, he went astray and got involved in a well-designed conspiracy to steal money. In the abandoned factory in the bloody dusk, he witnessed the most naked cruelty of human nature. In order to survive, he grasped the boning knife handed down from his master for the first time and fought his way through the mountain of corpses and sea of blood.
From this moment on, the good and obedient man died, and a cruel and ruthless man was born.
In that era of severe crackdowns, under the shadow of the impending collapse of large state-owned factories, Zhao Weiguo relied on his "life-threatening" ruthlessness and sincerity to his brothers to climb from the depths of the quagmire to the pinnacle of power step by step in the undercurrent of the underworld.
This is not only a man's counterattack history, but also an elegy dedicated to that golden age of barbaric growth, blood and cruelty.
