Investiture of the Gods Filled with True Spirits of the Buddhist Sect, the Great Calamity Came to an End

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

Han Aimin returned to the 985 Factory that 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 known as 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 take Teacher Han to the hospital!"

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

Han Aimin was jolted awake by the overlapping shouts. Opening his eyes, he saw familiar yet unfamiliar faces gathered around him, each looking more nervous than the last. Then a burning pain shot through his elbows and knees.

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

If he was not dreaming, then the man before him should be Zhong Jianyu, his former colleague and big brother. He was a military cadre transferred to the 985 Factory after leaving the service. Since he knew nothing about technical work 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 nursery