In a certain year, a cultural relics smuggling and counterfeiting case involving political, business, and academic circles was solved. Domestic and foreign media rushed to report it, and the whole country was in an uproar. From the unreachable leaders, to the respected leaders and experts of the cultural relics authorities, as well as the enviable tutors and students of the cultural relics college, this smuggling and fraud gang composed of high-status and high-educated people was once like a solid fortress, which was difficult to shake...
At this moment, I don't want to judge or discuss those high-ranking officials, nor do I disdain to talk about those experts and scholars. I just want to talk about the two young people in this case. One is a doctor studying in the United States and serves as a graduate tutor in the School of Liberal Arts. The other is his biological brother. So many twists and turns, so much helplessness. These two young people, who were born in a remote village and grew up there, should not have been involved in this case. However, the flywheel of history played the biggest joke on them. They met the wrong people at the wrong time and in the wrong place. From then on, they changed the trajectory of their lives... Making them key figures in the case...