At this moment, the melody of "East is Red" blared from the factory loudspeaker. Several wooden-bodied trucks with canvas tops rumbled toward the warehouse across the street. The drivers inside each sat smoking and puffing their chests out, looking arrogant and unconcerned.,It's 1958 now, and society is still full of the thriving atmosphere of construction.,Li Yuan was an ordinary commoner in his past life. Aside from his talent, everything else about him was unremarkable.。