[Five-Colored Divine Light] Runs Amok, Golden Immortals of Chan Sect All Suffer

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, did not want to drift from place to place again. 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!"

"Mr. Han! Mr. Han!"

"Stop shouting! Hurry and take Mr. Han to the hospital!"

"Who knows whether he broke anything? 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 surrounding him, each looking 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 breathed a sigh of relief and asked urgently, "Aimin, are you okay?"

Unless he was dreaming, the man before him should be Zhong Jianyu, once both his colleague and Big Brother. Zhong had transferred out of the military to the 985 Factory. Since he knew nothing about technology and the factory had no shortage of Political Cadres, he had been assigned to teach politics at the Children's Middle School.

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