It Was Hard to Be Angry at the Injustice He Had Caused Himself

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

Han Aimin returned to the 985 Factory he had longed for day and night. He did not want to be laid off again, nor did he want to drift from place to place. He wanted not only to change his life, but his fate.

P.S. 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—go! 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 a bone? We can't move him carelessly. We should call the hospital!"

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

"Aimin's awake. Make room." A man in his forties 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, his former colleague and big brother. He had transferred to the 985 Factory from the military. 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