Reborn in the Sixties: The Military Industry Mogul Who Rose from the Scrap Yard

Reborn in 1962, with a scrap yard from the start. Everyone expects me to starve or work myself to death, and even the factory beauty looks at me with disdain. But they don't know that my mind holds military-industrial breakthroughs sixty years ahead of this era! While others are fretting over a single screw, I've already built a lathe out of scrap iron. When factories grind to a halt over technologies they can't master, the blueprints I sketch on a whim leave the chief engineer stunned! From an apprentice who endures scorn to a pillar of the republic's military industry. "Comrade, how did you solve the precision problem with this artillery shell casing again?" I smile and say nothing, keeping my achievements to myself.