Modern chef He Yuzhu accidentally traveled to the young man of the same name in 1950 when he was unemployed. The emergence of portable space became an opportunity for him to reverse his destiny. In order to protect his sister Zhou Quan, he joined the battlefield to resist U. S. Aggression and aid Korea. As a cook, he repeatedly performed extraordinary feats in the flames of war. From a "ghost cook" to a "second-level combat hero", his iron-blooded military spirit was tempered in the wind and snow of Changjin Lake and the tunnels of Shangganling.
After transferring to the Hongxing Steel Rolling Plant, he set off a reform storm as a deputy battalion level: implementing modern management methods to increase production capacity, adhering to the bottom line of quality during the Great Leap Forward, and guarding the technological fire in special times. Returning to the courtyard with complicated human relationships, he used modern wisdom to break Qin Huairu's moral kidnapping, exposed Yan Bugui's speculative tricks, and staged scenes of intrigues and games full of life quality with Yi Zhonghai, Xu Damao and others.
From resisting U. S. Aggression and aiding Korea to reform and opening up, his portable space has been both a granary for survival in troubled times and a "secret weapon" to promote technological innovation. He led the factory towards precision manufacturing, opened up a three-dimensional planting area during the three-year difficult period, and finally founded the "Red Star Group" to join the wave of reform. As the years went by, this time traveler donated the strategic materials he had accumulated during his half-life to the country, writing the epitome of the industrial rise of New China with his personal struggle, so that the old locust trees in the courtyard would always remember the era of steel that was built with wisdom, courage and blood.
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[Covers face] laughs it off
Leaving traces, traveling through time with a golden finger means nothing
[Covers face] laughs it off
Leaving traces, traveling through time with a golden finger means nothing