A middle-aged man, wearing glasses and looking scholarly and refined, is working with his head down on the assembly line.
He Chen!
Once a prodigy, admired by millions of young ladies for his demeanor and worshipped by countless people for his talents, the first in Huaxia to establish a private rocket company. Now, he looks haggard, thin, hunched over, and clumsily busy, appearing very pitiful.
"Not like this. You're doing it too slowly. I've taught you many times; how come you can't remember it?"
Next to him, a young man with dyed yellow hair impatiently shouted at He Chen.
He Chen lifted his head, glanced at the young man who could be his son, and showed a hint of timidity in his eyes.
"Sorry, I'll keep learning," He Chen nodded and bowed.
This yellow-haired guy probably didn't even graduate middle school, yet He Chen, once a rocket genius, was now being scolded with a finger to his forehead by him, not daring to retort and obediently taking it.
