1984, Lingdong Mine.
Zhao Weidong's last words before his death were: "People from the old Zhao family cannot die in poverty."
That year, he was twenty-three, squatting on the roadside, picking up wire and selling it for money. His hands were covered with frostbite and bloody scabs. His brother's ribs were broken, and his wife was stabbed. He picked up a rusty wrench and kicked open the door of Liu Biao's canteen.
After five years in prison, after being released, the sky in Lingdong Mine was still gray. But Zhao Weidong is no longer the Zhao Weidong who stroked the iron wire.
From the mining area to the urban area, from the sand and gravel business to real estate development, from a worker who was stepped on to the uncrowned king of a city. It took him twenty years. In twenty years, he learned to buy power with money, exchange power for money, and use violence to bulldoze everything that stood in his way.
He thought he was climbing up.
But they don't know that everyone's fate is buried under the frozen soil.
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A Northeastern miner has been in the underworld for twenty years.
There is no grudge or grudge, no heroic character. There is only survival, and the price of survival.
