A Great Nation Rises Through Research

I was born in China, but I yearn for the United States I finally left this land that raised me Go to the country of freedom Even if I can't go now, I will go one day I hope you can all remember my name when I go there Dongfeng 41 strategic nuclear missile

In order to ensure that this book can live longer, I may need to modify some of the written settings. For example, when mapping reality, all backgrounds are empty. It may cause confusion to a certain extent, so I hope everyone will understand and bear with me. I also hope that this book can go further and further, instead of everyone reading it and suddenly realizing that it is gone.

This book gave me the feeling of being a flower-farming rabbit. I said that you have written so many plots of jealousy of talents and talents. From the time the protagonist came to power, it can be found in basically every chapter, every workshop, every link, and every place. Moreover, there is a problem with your description method. You can write that People there think he has little qualifications and are dissatisfied with him. They express their dissatisfaction openly and indignantly and want the protagonist to show his abilities. However, if you write about those people's various shady behavior, slander behind their backs, all kinds of ambitions for the protagonist, supporting characters, etc., Write less about trying to bring down the leader. The forefathers of that era had very upright views and should write plots about teamwork, being shrewd and capable, and striving for development.

I'm going out there to shine and explode

Why don't you feel anything about the natives? Because just look at the treatment of scientific and technological personnel in reality! They all go abroad!

I was born in China, but I yearn for the United States I finally left this land that raised me Go to the country of freedom Even if I can't go now, I will go one day I hope you can all remember my name when I go there Dongfeng 41 strategic nuclear missile

Main comment The little girl selling arms... "R. P. G, R. P. G, the latest R. P. G. Sir, please buy one!" The little girl's bare feet were turned purple from the cold, but she had not eaten for a whole day. If she could not sell another weapon, she would starve to death. Men rushing home to celebrate the New Year smiled and shook their heads because these "toys" were too expensive. The little girl huddled in the corner, thinking of her grandmother. She took out an A. K. M., Ejected the bullet, took it apart and ignited the gunpowder, which would keep her warm. The little girl took out a red button from the pocket of her ragged dress and remembered what her grandma had said. This button would bring people happiness. She pressed it without hesitation, and a huge mushroom bloomed on the ground. On this day, countless people saw their grandma

It's really embarrassing to watch, there's no sense of immersion at all, the names are all random, it's all just the author's own amusement.

It turns out that little pink has this kind of dream every day

Can you please not write a plot that shows off and slaps you in the face?