On the river bank filled with morning mist, the thin boatman Ah Shui ferries people to and fro day after day, barely feeding his seriously ill mother. Until Xue Jingming, the young master of the Xue family, noticed his clear eyes and thin figure - the crisp sound of the silver ingot falling into the water became the beginning of Ah Shui's nightmare.
"Line like a dog and the money is yours."
"Climb over here and lick my shoes clean."
"Sink, let's see how long you can hold it in."
The rich young master's "game" becomes increasingly cruel, and Ah Shui can only kneel down and pick up every copper plate stained with humiliation. The river washed away the bruises on his body, but it could not wash away the shame in his bones. When the only broken boat was smashed, and when the threat was directed at his mother on the hospital bed, Ah Shui finally understood: there are some abyss, once you step into them, you can never climb out again.
When dignity is sold for a pound, it is not just the silver coins that sink at the bottom of the river, but also a living person.
Intent: The dignity of the bottom class is silently sunk under the crushing power of power