My Farm Equipment Factory Is as Good as Lockheed Martin

Twenty-two-year-old Jiang Chen was once the youngest armored technical leader in the Eastern Theater Command. He was proficient in mechanical modification, power debugging, and armor structure repair. He was a technical genius that everyone in the army competed for. If he hadn't been accidentally injured during a border exercise last year, leaving him with minor strain and unfit for long-term high-intensity training, he would never have taken off his military uniform. "The journey of protecting our country is over for the time being, but there is no reason to put down the skills in our hands." Jiang Chen raised his head and looked at the dilapidated "Qingshan Town Agricultural Tool Factory" plaque in front of him, a flash of determination flashed in his eyes. This is the old factory that my grandfather has kept all his life, and it is also the only collective small factory in Qingshan Town. After decades of ups and downs, it used to be prosperous and lively, supporting most of the elderly in the town. However, as times have changed, the machines are old, and the technology is backward, it is now in turmoil and on the verge of bankruptcy. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.