Returning to 1949, I decided to hand it over to the state.

Jiang Xingkui...

Jiang Fan sat blankly on the stone embankment, feeling as if all his strength had been drained, with only a muffled buzzing sound in his head.

Jiang Daiji was still talking beside him, remarking that the children had all grown up and that although life was poor, there was hope for the future.

But when those sounds reached Jiang Fan's ears, they became sometimes near, sometimes far, sometimes bright, sometimes dim, making them impossible to hear clearly.

If they don't share the same first and last name.

The middle-aged man in front of me, wearing work clothes, holding a bowl of water, and squatting on the threshold of the same workshop, chatting away, really was my great-grandfather!

Jiang Fan turned his head blankly and glanced at Jiang Daiji.

The other person was looking into the distance, a simple smile on their lips.

In that instant, Jiang Fan felt that even his breathing had become somewhat unreal.

The old man who always sat in the courtyard of the old house in my childhood memories, basking in the sun; the grandfather who passed away suddenly from a serious illness when I was twelve years old, and I didn't even have time to see him one last time...

Now, not only does it exist vividly in this time and space, but I actually have the chance to meet it in this era!

No wonder.

Now Jiang Fan finally understood why he felt so familiar with Jiang Daiji when he first saw him in the conference room yesterday, and even felt a vague sense of closeness.

Blood is thicker than water!

That's something etched into our genes!

But after the initial shock, a sense of panic and absurdity quickly followed.

No.

We can't talk about this anymore.

If we continued talking, I was afraid I would blurt out "great-grandfather" on the spot.

"That...Jiang..."

He had barely begun, almost blurting out "Uncle Jiang" again, when he managed to cut himself off abruptly and corrected himself:

"Well, I'll go help Engineer Zhou first. He has a lot of equipment, and I'm worried he won't be able to handle it all by himself!"

Jiang Daiji listened without giving it much thought, and simply nodded approvingly.

"Go ahead, go ahead. Young people should do more work, it's good. It won't hurt you, just think of it as building up your strength."

"Why!"

Jiang Fan immediately stood up, put the empty bowl back on the ground next to Jiang Daiji, gave him a very indifferent smile, and turned to run quickly in the direction of Zhou Chunsheng.

The way he looked made it seem like something was chasing him.

Jiang Daiji sat there, watching his slightly flustered back, frowned slightly, and muttered something.

"Why is this child walking in such a hurry?"

However, he didn't think too much about it. He shook his head, picked up the bowl of water, stood up, and walked towards the tool shed at the other end of the workshop.

Jiang Fan ran a long way until he reached the heating furnace and rolling mill area where Zhou Chunsheng was, before stopping.

Zhou Chunsheng is currently crawling under a piece of equipment, inspecting the headboard structure.

Several wrenches and a dark tarpaulin lay scattered nearby. He seemed to be groping for something, but couldn't find it.

Jiang Fan quickly walked over, spotted a pad on the ground, grabbed it, and handed it over.

"Give."

Zhou Chunsheng took the pad, then poked half his body out from under the machine, looked up at him, and froze.

"You don't look well. What's wrong? What happened?"

"Huh? Really?"

Jiang Fan panicked and quickly raised his hand to wipe his face haphazardly, forcing himself to steady his voice.

"It's nothing. I was probably moving things in a bit of a rush, and I got sweaty and then caught a chill. I'll be fine after catching my breath."

Zhou Chunsheng stared at him for two seconds with a mixture of belief and doubt.

His face was so pale it was almost reflective; he didn't look like someone who was tired from carrying things, but rather like someone who had just seen a ghost.

However, time was of the essence, and he didn't have the mind to ask any questions, so he lowered his head again and continued with his work.

Jiang Fan didn't know what he should do either, so he could only squat down like a wooden stake and pretend to help by handing over tools.

But his mind was already a complete mess, a jumbled mess.

What kind of situation is this?

What does it mean to travel back to 1949 and end up at your great-grandfather's house?

What does it mean to call your great-grandmother "aunt" and your great-grandfather "uncle"?

Just now, I was actually listening attentively to my great-grandfather as he recounted the whole story of how my family got rich.

How can this world be so small?

Or was that broken watch on his wrist intentionally sent him to this timeline from the very beginning?

If it's a coincidence, then it's too much of a coincidence, so coincidental that it sends chills down one's spine.

The more Jiang Fan thought about it, the more his scalp tingled, and he dared not delve any deeper into it.

He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, repeating this several times before he could barely suppress the turbulent emotions surging within him.

I can't think about it anymore.

I can't think about it now, at least not right now.

Once everything settles down and I have the opportunity, I must thoroughly examine that family genealogy book from back then!

He remembered very clearly that his grandfather's old family genealogy book had always been kept at the bottom of the big wooden cabinet in the old house.

If one's great-grandfather's name is clearly written as "Jiang Daiji" on the family genealogy, then everything will be completely clear.

Just then, a rather loud noise came from the workshop entrance.

Several voices rang out simultaneously, filled with obvious excitement and respect:

"They're here! The leaders are here!"

Jiang Fan felt a chill run down his spine and suddenly came to his senses.

He looked up and saw a dozen figures filing into the workshop.

Leading the way was Chief Li, whom I had met in the conference room yesterday.

He was followed by seven or eight people, some wearing gray Zhongshan suits, others wearing slightly neater work clothes, and all wearing octagonal caps.

Most of these people are elderly, but they walk with a powerful stride and exude an aura that is strong and imposing.

This is definitely the highest-level inspection team Ansteel has ever fielded.

The workers had obviously been notified in advance and had quickly lined up on both sides of the passageway, standing in orderly rows.

Upon hearing the noise, Zhou Chunsheng, without even wiping his hands, quickly crawled out from under the machine. While hastily gathering the tools on the ground, he whispered:

"Hey? Engineer Jiang, why didn't you call me?"

Fortunately, the commotion around them was too great for him to notice Jiang Fan's unusual expression, so he grabbed Jiang Fan's arm.

"Don't just stand there, hurry over there, the leaders have arrived!"

Before Jiang Fan could fully recover, Zhou Chunsheng half-dragged and half-pulled him toward the workshop door.

At this moment, although the workers' lines were not exactly neat and orderly, each person stood up straight.

Especially their faces, which radiated a heartfelt respect and enthusiasm, their eyes shining with an astonishing light.