Prepare for war, prepare for famine, serve the people—good people and good horses go to the Third Front!
Han Aimin had returned to the 985 Factory that haunted his dreams. He did not want to be laid off again, nor did he want to drift from place to place again. He wanted to change not only his life, but his fate.
"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 and get 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 cries. Opening his eyes, he saw familiar yet unfamiliar faces gathered around him, each more anxious than the last. Then a searing pain shot through his elbows and knees.
"Aimin is awake. Make some room." A man in his forties breathed a sigh of relief and urgently asked, "Aimin, are you all right?"
Unless this was a dream, the man before him should have been his former colleague and big brother, Zhong Jianyu. He had transferred from 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 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 kindergarten through middle school. After graduating from high school without getting into university, the factory had assigned her to teach English