Chen Li, 35 years old, is the youngest division general manager of a pharmaceutical company. Decent, clean, respected by the whole industry.
In the middle and late stages of lung cancer, the doctor told him: 20 months at most.
He didn't tell anyone. Divorce on his own initiative, move out of the house, leave the house savings to his wife and daughter, and move into a village in the city alone. In the rental house, he calculated an account: the education, house, dowry, and security for his two daughters—100 million.
20 Months, 100 million. He earns fifty-eight thousand a month.
So he started taking shortcuts: accepting the cards delivered by old drugs, tacitly agreeing to sell with gold in the purchasing catalog, and using the industry secrets he had accumulated over fifteen years to exchange for money - kickbacks, insurance fraud, data falsification, and even generic drugs at border ports and illegal overseas products.
At every step, he was personally dismantling the ethical principles on which he was based.
But his family understands him less and less: his ex-wife thinks he is strange, the eldest daughter asks "Dad, why don't you come home" on the phone, and the younger daughter only wants candy. The only person who understood him was the female doctor who forced him to live.
When the truth was finally revealed - he had been selling medicine for his whole life, and he was the first person to be killed; when the black product backfired, and his daughter was involved in the crisis - he had only one choice left: surrender, hand over the evidence, and remove the rotten self from his daughter's life.
On the day when the 20-month countdown ended, the sun rose in the border mountain village.
