The wind in Huludao Steel Village always carries the smell of coal dust and rust, blowing past the iron houses on the desolate slopes and the three-story blue brick building of Wang Dazhu.
There is always a pile of cash on Mr. Gang's floor that he hasn't had time to put into the safe - the stacks are neatly numbered, and it will take him half a month to count ten money counters continuously. This is a rule that no one dares to touch in Gangtun: when meeting Brother Zhuzi, look at the money first, and then discuss matters.
He is the king of the northern mines. He controls the mineral veins with a radius of hundreds of miles. He has hundreds of cars and dozens of properties. His brothers follow him and can stand three feet straight when he goes out. But no one knew that this unerring mine boss always had a young man from Qingdao in mind.
That year, Nie Lei first entered the Northeast. He was a tough man and had little money in his pocket, but he dared to carry it for his brother. Wang Dazhuhu called him over the phone: "Leizi, come to Gangtun, I will tell you the truth." In one sentence, there was a box full of cash and a brother who was always on call.
Some people say that he is stupid for not living a stable life, but he wants to protect a big brother from a foreign country. Wang Dazhuxi just smiled and slapped a wad of money on the table: "The world is far away, and people who are loyal are worth helping."
Later, when Nie Lei was robbed, he called, and there must be the clatter of mahjong over there - Wang Dazhuhu had just finished drawing the cards, and without saying a word, he pushed the cards and stood up: "Get ready, let's go!"
The night in Gangtun rises because of him; the roads in the rivers and lakes become wider because of him. Wang Dazhuhu, the king of the North Mine, has never been Nie Lei's financial sponsor. He is his strongest supporter and eldest brother in his life.
The wind has picked up again, and the lights of the small building are still on. How wonderful is the life of Wang Dazhu, the king of the North Mine, and our story is here. . . .
