Reborn in 1985, starting from a machine factory

"You're so... um!"

The moment my uncle opened his mouth to curse, my aunt's husband shoved a broom into his mouth.

Grandpa got anxious as soon as he saw it, and he dragged Chen Gang forward a few steps.

"Second brother, what are you doing?"

"He's your brother!"

Mr. Chen nodded slightly and put away the stick that had been pressing on his uncle's shoulder.

With the pressure suddenly reduced, the uncle struggled to get up.

"Snapped!"

The stick in Chen's father's hand cut through the wind like a whip, lashing hard at his uncle.

The immense force caused my uncle to slam face-first to the ground, rolling a foot away with the force.

The uncle couldn't even cry out in pain; he instinctively tried to clutch his abdomen, his face deathly pale under the fluorescent light.

"You... Second brother, are you crazy?" Grandpa's veins bulged as he broke free from Chen Gang and lunged at his uncle.

Uncle glanced at Chen's father. Everyone had served in the military, but Chen's father was clearly different.

This strike uses skillful force; a single blow will only cause superficial wounds, never serious injury to tendons or bones.

However, pain is certainly inevitable.

Chen Gang also saw the blow. He didn't understand it, but he could feel how cool it was.

Chen's father did not answer his grandfather's question. He pointed the wooden stick in his hand at his uncle's nose, then tilted his head and turned his ear toward him.

"You've got guts..." the uncle caught his breath, "Hit me again!"

Upon hearing this, Chen's father subtly moved his hand, and the wooden stick retracted.

My uncle reacted quickly and caught the stick just as it was about to strike.

"Wei Guo, get away from me, don't hit my head."

Mr. Chen paused slightly, then nodded.

Grandpa noticed something was wrong and spread his arms to block his uncle.

"Second brother, what exactly are you trying to do?"

Chen's father's eyes remained unchanged, as if his old father did not exist at all; he simply gripped the wooden stick tightly in his hand.

"Dad, Uncle, forget it, let him report it if he wants!"

"As long as we have a clear conscience, we can't really hurt him!"

Suddenly, Chen Mo's voice rang out from behind his father.

He reached out and grabbed Chen's father's shoulder.

"I know what I'm doing!" Mr. Chen said.

As he spoke, the wooden stick slid out of his hand and tapped his uncle's shoulder.

My uncle, who had just been about to get up, fell back down on the ground once again.

"Mom, keep an eye on Dad!"

Seeing Chen's father's cold eyes, even Chen Mo felt a little uneasy.

He called out into the house.

Li Guihua was right by the door. She called out, "Old Chen, come back! Don't actually kill him!"

Upon hearing the word "death," Chen's father relaxed slightly. He glanced intently at his uncle on the ground, then handed the pickaxe handle to Chen Mo and walked towards the door.

Chen Mo took the pickaxe handle.

"what!"

The uncle, who had regained his breath on the ground, struggled to get up, but he pulled on his shoulder and let out a scream.

The uncles-in-law on the side also put away their sticks and brooms and turned to go inside.

The younger uncle, who hadn't stepped forward, now had sweaty palms.

Normally, Chen's father and uncle are both very good people, but once they start fighting, they seem to suddenly become different people.

The attitude wasn't one of teaching someone a lesson, but rather one of life-or-death struggle.

Chen Mo put down the pickaxe handle in his hand: "Grandpa, let's go inside and get ready for dinner. If Uncle wants to lie down, let him lie down a little longer."

Grandpa's face darkened.

He usually uses his age to intimidate people, and a few days ago Chen Mo didn't listen to him, so today he even dares to disobey the second son.

Someone must be up to no good.

He turned his head away angrily, ignoring Chen Mo completely.

Chen Mo didn't say much; he went back to his room.

Even with the curtains open, the room wasn't warm.

The eldest uncle looked at everything outside the house, as well as the stick in the corner of the door.

He suddenly picked up his water glass and drank most of it in one gulp.

His unusual behavior drew the attention of several people, who all turned to look at the eldest uncle.

Immediately, the eldest uncle stood up abruptly.

The eldest aunt tried to pull the eldest uncle away, but failed.

The small mirror that was next to her on the table was swept away by her sleeve and fell to the ground with a shattering sound.

My aunt glanced at the mirror on the ground, her face turning grim.

"What are you standing there for?"

"Aren't you going to pick up my mirror?" Auntie said.

The eldest uncle didn't lower his head. He looked at Chen Mo and said, "Little Mo, you know what your uncle is doing. I've watched you grow up."

"I've saved up 100 yuan here. I was thinking of finding a time to let my siblings get together, and also let my nephew and my son and daughter get to know each other."

"What a coincidence! My brother and I haven't seen each other for years! Here, take this hundred and use it!"

As he spoke, his uncle unbuttoned his coat and pulled out several ten-yuan bills from his pocket, mixed with several five-yuan bills.

Then, he counted the banknotes, which were still warm from his body, and after confirming that there were just the right amount, he handed them to Chen Mo.

As soon as the room fell silent, my aunt and the others subconsciously looked away.

Aunt's expression froze. She looked at Uncle, the words on the tip of her tongue, but she didn't say them.

Over the years, I've been wary of my eldest uncle, but he still sometimes secretly takes care of the elderly and gives them money.

She was really annoyed.

Now it's even worse; after taking care of the elderly, they also have to take care of the young!

Nobody's money comes from thin air!

I hate it when relatives borrow money from me, saying they're just lending it and never going to pay it back.

However, since the money was already out of her pocket, she couldn't say anything more.

"Xiao Mo, take this. It's a token of your uncle's appreciation."

My aunt spoke in a muffled voice. She picked up the mirror herself, wiped off the dust, and threw it into her backpack.

The money was still warm, and Chen Mo didn't know whether he should accept it or not. But if he didn't accept it, it would seem to put his uncle in an even more difficult position.

Chen Mo reached out and took the money: "Thank you, Uncle."

Chen Mo's aunt seemed not to hear him speak. She tugged at his uncle, gesturing for him to sit down.

The eldest uncle hesitated for a moment, and his aunt gently patted his leg and shook her head.

He then sat down.

"Did you see that, Dad?"

My uncle sat up slightly and looked around the room.

He was only hit with a stick and tapped twice.

But now, even the slightest movement makes him feel pain all over his body.

But when he thought of Li Ting, he forced himself to endure the pain and spoke loudly.

"One hundred yuan, I gave it to you without hesitation!"

"We won't give you a single penny to fix your house!"

"Dad, do you think this is right?"

"Stop talking, second brother!" Grandpa struggled to help his younger brother up.

"Dad, why can't I say it?" the uncle muttered, continuing to talk.

"Brother, I think he looks a bit like you!" Chen Mo suddenly whispered after hearing his uncle's words.

"Yeah?"

"Am I that annoying?" Chen Gang blinked.

Chen Fen, standing to the side, nodded vigorously.

"Beep beep beep".

Just as Chen Mo was about to leave to shoo people away, a car horn suddenly sounded.

At the same time, two car headlights illuminated the entrance brightly.

The ever-curious neighbor, Aunt Zhao, rushed into the yard, shouting at the top of her lungs, "Chen Mo, someone's looking for you..."

"The factory manager from Beiyang Heavy Industry has arrived!"

Upon hearing the noise, Chen Mo hurriedly ran out of the room.

I didn't dare tell Li Guihua about this beforehand, to prevent her from becoming too anxious.

But Aunt Zhao's two sentences made everyone in the room stand up unconsciously.

"Beiyang Heavy Industry...Factory Manager!"

They weren't naive youngsters; they understood the weight of those words.

People like this are so rare that even people from Beiyang Heavy Industry would find it difficult to meet them, let alone them.

The eldest aunt's husband and the youngest aunt's husband walked over to the youngest uncle's side, their eyes fixed on the youngest uncle and grandfather.

The remaining people rushed out and stood at the door.

Secretary Liu got out of the car first. He walked through the gate, and when he saw Chen Mo, his smile deepened: "This place is really hard to find!"

"The factory manager has arrived."