When I First Set Foot in the Sino-Soviet Mill

It was 1955, a wave of change swept the nation. A 21-year-old industrial technician, a straight-A student from a prestigious university, found himself suddenly at the mercy of circumstances, forced to temporarily reside in the humble 95th alleyway courtyard house. Amidst the chaos of the courtyard, where domestic squabbles and gossip filled the air, he retreated to his dingy room, his heart and mind a world away. Undeterred, he devoted himself to mastering the intricacies of steel rolling technology, improving processes, and increasing production quality. Despite the challenges, he spent countless hours studying Russian to stay in sync with the northern regions.