Golden Immortals of Chan Sect Panicked After Discovering Tens of Thousands of Immortals in the Qin Army

Prepare for war, prepare for famine, serve the people; good men and good horses go to the Third Front!

Han Aimin returned to the 985 Factory that had haunted his dreams. He no longer wanted to be laid off or drift from place to place. He wanted to change not only his life, but his fate.

PS: This book was also titled Rebirth 1987. It was incredibly exciting and would take you back to the Years of Passionate Burning.

"The Sixth Set of Radio Exercises now begins. Stretching exercise, ready, begin! One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. Two, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight..."

"Aimin, Aimin, wake up!"

"Teacher Han! Teacher Han!"

"Stop shouting! Hurry and get Teacher Han to the hospital!"

"Who knows whether he broke any bones? We can't move him carelessly. Better call the hospital!"

Han Aimin was jolted awake by the overlapping cries. When he opened his eyes, he saw familiar yet unfamiliar faces gathered around him, each more anxious than the last. Then a searing pain shot through his elbows and knees.

"Aimin's awake. Make some room." A man around forty let out a breath of relief and anxiously asked, "Aimin, are you all right?"

Unless he was dreaming, the man before him should be Zhong Jianyu, once his colleague and big brother. He had transferred out of the military to 985 Factory. Since he knew nothing about technology and the factory had no shortage of political cadres, he had been assigned to the Children's Middle School as a politics teacher.

Behind Zhong Jianyu stood a young woman in a Floral Plaid Spring and Autumn Shirt. Her surname was Liu, and her name was Liu Pingping. She was both a 985 Factory descendant and third sister's classmate from kindergarten through middle school.