1949: On the Eve of the War Against America, I Build a Nuclear Bomb

I suggest the protagonist go abroad at that point, otherwise you'll have to clean toilets for 10 years, and you might even commit suicide. If you go abroad and come back after the reform and opening up, people will call you a patriotic businessman, and you'll have money and face. Staying here means cleaning toilets—no money, no face, and no contribution.

With this thing, why don't they just take charge and be in charge themselves?

The weapons you produce still use the old names? You might as well tell the boss that these are later weapons and that you're a time traveler who can inform him of future strategic developments, saving countless lives!

The title and content are completely inconsistent each time; it's a case of misleading the public.

Let's change the way we address each other. Always calling someone "rabbit" reminds me of the ancient term for male homosexuals, "Rabbit Lord."

The biggest problem was the lack of equipment; a poor industrial base made it impossible to achieve large-scale production capacity in a short period. This might have been possible in the 1980s with sufficient knowledge, but in 1949 it was somewhat laughable.

It's too drawn out, and the title and content are seriously mismatched, **constantly dragging out the pace.**

If there had been such a massive firework display back then, Taiwan would have been returned to China long ago, and India would be several provinces by now.

The R&D 63 is not as good as the AK.

For some unknown reason, the system is consistently constipated. The protagonist is a single-brained, one-circuit creature, yet he expects to be a jack-of-all-trades, master of all trades and all levels across the entire industry. His next step is definitely to go to the battlefield as a rifleman to fully demonstrate his personal prowess.