In the winter of 1978, Zhou Yuanchao, an educated youth from Beidahuang, returned to the city, only to find that his job had been taken over by his younger brother, with only thirty-seven yuan and sixty cents left in his pocket.
No identity, no way out, no retreat.
His only chance was the black market behind Linhe City Railway Station. There were people selling food stamps, cloth stamps, and industrial stamps for 15 cents and selling them for 20 cents - this price has not changed in twenty years.
Zhou Yuanchao said: I will pay 18 cents.
He's not here to scalp votes. He's here to flip the table.
From the black market of food stamps to the smuggling lines in the port city, from street fighting to brotherly rebellion, a group of young people who have been thrown out by the times want to find their own way out of the cracks. But their biggest enemy is not each other's gangs, but the advancing era itself.
Loyalty fights against interests, and fists fight against the times.
The world of martial arts is never created by fighting, but by surviving.
