Stark Finally Appeared

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

"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!"

"Mr. Han! Mr. Han!"

"Stop shouting and get Mr. Han to the hospital!"

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

Han Aimin was jolted awake by the overlapping cries. Opening his eyes, he found familiar yet unfamiliar faces gathered around him, each one 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 breathed a sigh of relief and asked urgently, "Aimin, are you all right?"

Unless he was dreaming, the man before him should be Zhong Jianyu, once both his colleague and his big brother. He was a military cadre transferred to 985 Factory after leaving the service. 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—Liu Pingping. She was both a 985 Factory Descendant and the third sister's classmate from nursery school through middle school. After graduating high school, she had failed to get into college, so the factory assigned her to teach English at the Children's Middle School. But she was neither a cadre nor a formal employee. She was a "Collective Worker," with salary and benefits a tier below those of formal employees...

"Aimin, look at my hand!" Zhong Jianyu had no idea what Han