Northeast Swordsman and Gunman Li Zhengguang

Winter of 1978, Daowai District, Harbin. Fifteen-year-old Li Zhengguang smashed the piggy bank in front of his father's funeral hall and bought his first pack of "Yingchun" cigarettes. Little did he know at that time that this pack of cigarettes would ignite the next forty years of his bloody life. From the bricks in the courtyard of the state-owned factory to the gunshots on the ice of the Songhua River; from the border market where "Braj" is resold, to the demolition site with the roar of bulldozers. Li Zhengguang stepped on the pain of the northeastern land and climbed up step by step. In the gap between black and white, he lived a generation's legend and nightmare. He once had a brother - when Lao Tie blocked the knife for him, he shouted, "Brother Guang, go away!" On the night when the woman he loved got married, he buried his first love under the river embankment. He believed in loyalty - until he discovered that the rules of the world were no match for the iron laws of the times. When the bell of the new century rings, the past glory and sins begin to be reckoned with. Li Zhengguang stood on the top of the tallest building he built, looking at this familiar yet unfamiliar city, and finally understood: All gifts given by fate have already been priced in the torrent of time. This is a Northeastern epic about crime and punishment, righteousness and profit. It was a man who spent his whole life answering—— When the world comes to an end, what else is left besides heavy snow?