I Sell Snow Water in the Northeast

When every drop of water in the Pacific Ocean was imprinted with the haze of nuclear pollution, and when bottled water on supermarket shelves began to be marked with radiation values, Tong Tian sold his house in Shanghai, took all his wealth on his back, and rushed to the depths of Changbai Mountain, the last pure land in China, without looking back. Others laugh at him as crazy, but he is more sober than anyone else: this is not business, this is escape, but also redemption. Here, he struggled hand-to-hand with the severe cold of -40°C and the stubborn permafrost. In the clumsiest but most pious way, he collected the first handful of snow from the treetops and sealed it into a glass bottle named "God-given water". In the first year, no one paid attention to his water. Until a global water pollution panic broke out, the bottle of "God-given" that was as silent as ice suddenly became the "life insurance" that people at the top of the pyramid were competing to buy. From then on, Tong Tian's battlefield went from the quiet snowfield, all the way to the Beijing and Shanghai Vanity Fair, the international capital arena, and even under the stars of Hollywood. His water has become the self-evident identity code of elite circles and a symbol of certainty against uncertain times. And when a bottle of "God-given water" printed in Chinese was solemnly placed on the table of the United Nations Climate Summit, the world finally understood that what Tong Tian sold was never water, but the last clear hope in a desperate world. This is an entrepreneurial venture that begins with survival and a climb toward death. His water source is the bottom line of mankind.