A Sea of ​​Sand and Flowers, a Pure Heart

From Shenzhen to Mu Us Sandy Land, from billionaire to manure-shoveling security guard. In the late autumn of 2010, Guo Baocai, chairman of Dingsheng Group, signed the last salary slip in an empty office. A set of security uniforms, a hard-seat train ticket, and a breeding farm that he had never been to since investing five years ago - he left himself 100,000 yuan and went to a place with nothing but sand. The woman in Laomiao Village looked at the new security guard: the soles of the old leather shoes were almost worn out, and there was not a single callus on her hands. "This place can't support idle people." The ancient wisdom of the land defeated the giants of capital. Four years later, he stood on high ground to receive the award. This is the history of a person's rebirth, growing out of the sand bit by bit. It doesn't grow in the first year, nor does it grow in the second year. In the third year, it takes root and then blooms. It is also a community of a group of people - a divorced woman, a debt-ridden gambler, an old man who has been in Shaliang for a lifetime, and an idle man who talks sarcastically - rediscovering each other's trust in the common struggle.