Reborn in 1950: Shorting the Federal Reserve at the Start

The No. 1 conference room of the Shenzhou Bureau, which was jokingly referred to by Soviet experts as the "headquarters of the earthen workshop".

The air was filled with a strong smell of vodka mixed with cheap cigarettes.

Several Soviet experts sat around a long table, talking and laughing loudly in Russian. They pointed at the basic infrastructure drawings hanging on the wall from time to time, and their sense of superiority as "city people going to the countryside to guide the work" was practically overflowing.

Ivanov sat in the main seat, twirling a red and blue pencil in his hand.

He didn't look at the infrastructure blueprints; his gaze fell on a blueprint on the corner of the table that seemed to have been carelessly discarded and had no cover.

That was a general assembly sketch of the engine.

"Ha, interesting Chinese people."

Ivanov's lips curled into a contemptuous smile as he casually pulled the blueprint in front of him. "You don't even have the most basic sense of confidentiality. You just leave the blueprints for such a core component out in the open like this?"

The assistant leaned over, a mocking look on his face: "Professor, maybe they think this is too profound for us to even look at? Or... is what they drew just a joke?"

"Let me see this joke."

Ivanov casually pushed up his reading glasses and his gaze fell on the first line of data on the drawing.

He laughed after just one glance.

"Huh! What's this? An axial flow compressor?"

He pointed to the densely packed leaf structure on the drawing, his beard shaking with laughter:

"Comrade, look at this aspect ratio! It completely violates the basic principles of fluid mechanics! With such a slender structure, airflow would be bloated long ago! This isn't an engine; it's clearly an elongated accordion!"

The Soviet experts around them also joined in the laughter.

The MiG-15s they are currently using are equipped with the VK-1, a copy of the British "Nene" engine. It is a typical centrifugal engine, short, stout, and fat, like a large wine barrel.

The object on the blueprint in front of us is slender and compact, with multiple layers of blades stacked on top of each other.

In Ivanov's view, this was just a layman pretending to know everything, drawing empty promises on paper.

"Director Shen."

Ivanov looked up at Shen Jinghong, who was sitting opposite him leisurely sipping tea, his tone full of mockery:

"I suggest you study at Moscow State University for a few years before you start drawing blueprints. This kind of structure is so bad that even drawing it would be embarrassing, let alone building it."

He twirled the blueprint in his hand, as if he were holding a piece of scrap paper:

"Or rather... Comrade Comrade, did you hold these blueprints upside down?"

"You took it upside down?"

Shen Jinghong put down her teacup, blew away the tea leaves floating on the surface of the water, and remained calm and composed.

"Comrade Ivanov, the blueprints aren't reversed. Is it possible that your brain... just hasn't quite caught up yet?"

"What?"

Ivanov was taken aback, his brows furrowing instantly.

He was about to lose his temper and teach this arrogant young man a lesson. But just as he was about to throw the blueprints back, his peripheral vision caught a glimpse of a set of parameters in the lower right corner of the blueprints.

**[Boost Ratio: 5.0]**

**[Turbine inlet temperature: 1150K]**

**Thrust: 2700 kg**

Ivanov's hand suddenly froze.

This data...something's not right!

These numbers are definitely not something you can just make up! There's an extremely tight logical connection between these parameters, even that "slender structure" that he found laughable, when combined with this turbine temperature…

"hiss--"

Ivanov gasped.

He instinctively sat up straight, his previously nonchalant gaze instantly sharpening. He stopped speaking, quickly pulled a magnifying glass from his pocket, and pressed it firmly against the drawing.

One minute.

Two minutes.

The laughter in the meeting room gradually subsided.

The Soviet experts were astonished to find that their usually arrogant chief expert was now sweating profusely, with veins throbbing on his forehead, and his magnifying glass was moving frantically across the blueprints.

From the adjustable shock cone at the air inlet to the multi-stage axial compressor, and then to that ingeniously designed annular combustion chamber.

The more Ivanov looked, the colder his heart became.

The more he looked, the more his hands trembled.

This is not a joke.

This is a perfect, mature engine, even more advanced than the next-generation engine that the Soviet Union is currently secretly developing—an axial-flow turbojet engine!

In comparison, their prized VK-1 is really like a giant barrel that only spews black smoke!

"This...how is this possible?"

Ivanov suddenly looked up, took off his glasses, and his blue-gray eyes were filled with shock, fear, and deep doubt.

He stared intently at Shen Jinghong, his voice becoming shrill with extreme excitement:

"This design...this axial flow layout...this is simply beyond the capabilities of China's current industrial level!"

Even the Central Institute of Fluid Dynamics in Moscow is still in the theoretical verification stage!

He slammed his hand on the table, pointed at the blueprint, and spat as he spoke:

"Shen! Tell me honestly! Where did you get these blueprints?"

"Is this an American J-47? Or a British Sapphire? Did you dismantle an American plane?"

"No way! Even the J-47 doesn't have such a high boost ratio! Where did you steal it from?!"

Faced with Ivanov's questioning, Shen Jinghong simply smiled faintly.

He stood up, walked over to Ivanov, and gently smoothed out the crumpled drawing.

"steal?"

Shen Jinghong shook her head, her eyes revealing a confidence that made Ivanov's heart tremble:

"Comrade, science has no borders, but technology does."

"You think we can't build it because you're at the bottom of a well and can only see the patch of sky above you."

"You think this is American technology?"

Shen Jinghong chuckled softly, tapping her fingers lightly on the table, making a "tap-tap" sound.

"No, this is technology from our Shenzhou Bureau. It was calculated bit by bit by us Chinese, using our hands and our brains."

"You're lying!"

Ivanov, his face flushed and neck red, roared, "I don't believe it! Without a physical prototype, this is just empty talk! It's just a piece of waste paper! You don't even have qualified high-temperature alloys, how could you possibly build such a combustion chamber?"

"The actual product?"

Shen Jinghong raised an eyebrow.

He stopped talking nonsense.

He turned and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling curtains in the conference room. Behind the curtains, there used to be a wall, but now, something seemed to be hidden there.

"Since the elder brother doesn't believe it and insists on seeing it for himself,..."

Shen Jinghong placed her hand on the curtain cord, turned around, and gave Ivanov, who looked on with astonishment and uncertainty, a radiant smile:

"Then I'll... make you give up."

"Splash—!"

The heavy velvet curtains were suddenly pulled open.

There's no wall behind you.

Instead, it was a huge, transparent bulletproof glass panel.

Through the glass, you can clearly see the huge, enclosed testing workshop next door.

In the very center of the workshop, a silver metal monster connected by countless pipes lay quietly on the test bench.

It was a jet engine that had already been assembled and was gleaming with a cold, metallic luster!

"Lin Qinghan, light the fire."

Shen Jinghong spoke calmly into the walkie-talkie, giving a brief instruction.

"receive."

next second.

"boom--!!!"

A burst of orange-red flame, accompanied by a chilling low roar, instantly erupted from the silver monster's tail nozzle!

The sound was like a dragon's roar, like a tiger's howl.

Even through the thick soundproof glass, the vibrations still made the teacup in Ivanov's hand vibrate...

With a "thud," it fell to the ground and shattered into pieces!