Two sworn enemies who had hated each other for fifteen years traveled to the dead in the late Qin Dynasty at the same time.
Shen He, public interest lawyer and idealist. Han Zheng, investment bank director, utilitarian. From the feud in the college debate to the fifteen-year confrontation in the workplace, even the commemorative coins hurt the palms of the hands when shaking hands.
Open your eyes again, in the second year of Qin II, Sishui County. The two men were dressed as pawns of the Qin army and lay among the corpses scattered everywhere. The sound of horse hooves approaching in the distance - the Qin army killed the deserters, the rebel army killed the Qin army, and the refugees killed the living. In this era of "you can't survive", one insists that "people can't live just for the sake of living", and the other believes that "it's useless to talk about ideals if you can't survive".
From mutual dislike to being forced to cooperate. From seventeen people guarding a wall to block Zhang Han's forward, to the names on the wall changing from seventy to two hundred. They used modern legal thinking and financial games to build a place called "Wangli" in the cracks of troubled times - no matter where they came from, they only recognized the names engraved on the wall; they did not grant land by beheading, but by working; the rules were not for tightening, but for leaving something behind.
The war between Chu and Han was raging all over the world, and corn harvested season after season in the cracks in the wall. Lu Gong's dented branches, the old woman's lips that moved silently when counting the corns, Ji Shu's slipknot that tightened one square every day, but the word "Dan" outlined with dotted lines and filled in with solid lines, the dull sound of the extravagant hammer falling on the anvil—all the people forgotten by history left their names on this wall.
