Spring Thunder Rang Across the Wujiang River

The 2,000-degree fire in 2005 should have burned all the evidence of the Wujiang Fertilizer Factory and Lin Shouyi's body. Twenty years later, a "No. 001" Work stamp that should have turned into copper water, but with the smell of brand-new engine oil, appeared coldly in the back seat of the black car driver Zhou Dayong. The chapter was not destroyed, which means Huo lied. Zhou Dayong, a stubborn old man who drives a black car; Zhao Jianguo, a coward with allergic hearing; Aqiang, a mute who draws crazy graffiti. Three "defective products" chewed up and spit out by the times were forced to form a funeral procession called "Revenge" for this token sent back by the dead. Before the roar of demolition overwhelmed everything else, they did not ask for a reversal of the verdict, but only wanted to hear the spring thunder that was twenty years late, ringing loudly above the wet Wujiang River.