Reborn in 1981: My Gas Canister Blew Up a Tank

In 1981, Lin Mo was reborn. The good news: he'd gone from researcher to factory director. The bad news: there were only 47 yuan in the accounts, the thirty workers hadn't been paid in six months, and the entire factory would be shut down in three months. Looking at the dusty gas canisters in the warehouse, Lin Mo smiled. The future industrial blueprints in his mind were just what he needed. He revamped the manufacturing process, focused on quality, and sought out foreign buyers. While everyone else waited to dismantle the factory and divide up its equipment, he paid the workers their back wages first. His competitors laughed at him. “You think you can turn things around by selling a few metal canisters?” That was until a Middle Eastern buyer blocked the factory gates with an additional order: one hundred thousand units. Lin Mo picked up his enamel mug. “Does your country have that many people cooking?” The buyer didn't answer. He handed Lin Mo a battlefield photograph. In it, a tank lay stranded in the sand. Lin Mo's smile froze. The words “Dawn Machinery Factory” were clearly printed on a fragment beside the tank.