1962, Beijing, Hongxing No. 3 Steel Rolling Plant. The people in the security department at the factory gate stood straight with guns in hand. There was a young man in the crowd with straight eyes and a few blood stains on his face, as if he had been scratched. "Li Yueming! You haven't woken up, are you? Keep your energy up!" Chen Meng, the master who led him, stepped forward and slapped him in the face and gave him a scolding. He was completely embarrassed by the security department.
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The preface doesn't match the postscript, it's the same thing every now and then, it's a mess.
The protagonist is not intelligent enough, but he is actually the author
The preface doesn't match the postscript, it's the same thing every now and then, it's a mess.
The protagonist is not intelligent enough, but he is actually the author