The Wind Blows Across the Two Rivers

In the winter of 1994, the biting river wind blew through Wuhan. This year, eighth-level fitter Chen Jianguo clutched his wrinkled layoff certificate; speculator Jiang Hao risked his fortune and life on the dock just to fight for a way out; planner Lu Mingzhou looked at the messy Hanzheng Street and drew unrealistic dreams on the drawings. The torrent of fate has drawn these three men from different walks of life into the same boat. They became brothers in life and death during the catastrophic flood in 1998 and vowed to rebuild their homes on the ruins; but in the real estate boom after the millennium, they parted ways due to the torn apart between interests and values. For the sake of desire, Jiang Hao knocked down the old street guarded by Chen Jianguo and left all friendship behind; in order to survive, Chen Jianguo broke his legs under the ruins of the construction site developed by Jiang Hao, but kept the bottom line of his conscience; for the sake of memory, Lu Mingzhou launched a twenty-year tug-of-war with capital, trying to retain the soul of the city. They tore each other apart and betrayed each other, but at the most desperate moment, they had to support each other back to back. When the prosperity came to an end, the worker in the wheelchair, the wealthy businessman who had scattered all his wealth, and the gray-haired scholar finally understood on the riverside in 2024: We have never conquered this river. It was the fireworks and suffering of this city that finally saved us.