The Predicament of No Krillin Sacrifice

Prepare for war and famine for the people—send good men and good horses to the Third Front!

Han Aimin had 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 to change not only his life, but his destiny.

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

"The Sixth Set of Radio Exercises now begins. Stretching exercise, ready! 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 and get Teacher Han to the hospital!"

"Who knows whether he broke a bone? We can't move him around. We should call the hospital!"

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

"Aimin's awake. Make room." A man in his forties visibly relaxed, then urgently asked, "Aimin, are you all right?"

Unless he was dreaming, the man before him should be Zhong Jianyu, his former colleague and old big brother. He was a military cadre who had been transferred to the 985 Factory after leaving the army. Since he knew nothing about technology and the factory did not lack 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