At fifty-five, I was the chief engineer at a state-owned heavy industry company.
I spent my life working on major national projects, only to see my achievements stolen, my father cough himself to death from overwork, my mother die of illness after years of grief, and my childhood sweetheart die in childbirth.
I died in a rented room. No one even came to claim my body.
When I opened my eyes again, it was 1980, and I was nineteen.
A bully kicked down the door: "Pay me back in three days, or the courtyard is mine!"
I smiled.
The technical knowledge from forty-five years was still in my head. My father was alive. My mother was alive. And so was she.
In this life...
I'll protect our family home, save my father's lungs, and keep her safe.
I'll fix water pumps, build machine tools, make five-axis machines, and crush a century-long Western monopoly.
Everything they owed me in my last life, I'll collect back one debt at a time in this one.
