Fang Xingzhou was forty-two years old when he was transferred to Jianghai.
New environment, new position, everything starts from scratch. From the government compound to the fields, from policy drawings to firewood, rice, oil and salt, he originally thought that working at the grassroots level was just a different place to work.
Until he pushed open the dusty archives door.
An old case buried by time, a group of silent parties, an old industrial city waiting for rebirth. In this strange land, he will measure responsibility with his steps and rebuild trust with his actions.
This is a story about sticking to your original intention.
