Reborn in 1950: Shorting the Federal Reserve at the Start

A black folder lay open on the desktop.

Under the halo of the table lamp, the blueprint appeared exceptionally serene, yet it contained a power that could shake the heavens and earth.

In the center of the drawing is a simple sphere.

It looks like a large metal watermelon, with several irregular lenses embedded on its surface and several thin, whisker-like antennas trailing from its tail.

The structure is simple, even somewhat rudimentary.

But in Lin Qinghan's eyes, this thing was more dazzling than all the jewels in the world.

"This is……"

Her fingertips gently traced the lines on the drawing, her breathing becoming cautious, as if afraid that a single breath might shatter this fragile idea:

"Artificial satellite?"

"Not just satellites."

Shen Jinghong stood behind her, his arms resting on the edge of the table, encircling her completely in his arms, his chin gently resting on the top of her head:

"These are the 'eyes' of our Chinese nation, and also our first cry to the vast universe."

He pointed to a line of parameters next to him:

**[Design lifespan: 20 days]**

**[Payload: Radio transmitter, temperature sensor]**

**[Orbital Period: 114 minutes]**

"The Americans and the Soviets are still in the exploratory stage, and it will probably be a few more years before they can send this thing up."

Shen Jinghong's tone revealed the composure and arrogance of a "spoiler party member":

"But we can't wait that long."

"Project 501 is on the right track. We have the planes and the artillery. Next, we need to extend the battlefield beyond the atmosphere."

"Whoever controls space controls the future."

Lin Qinghan was deeply moved.

She understood this man's ambition all too well.

His vision was never limited to the gains and losses of a single city or battle; he looked at the situation ten, fifty, or even a hundred years from now.

"But this project..."

Lin Qinghan turned her head and looked at him hesitantly, "Can the current industrial base support such a sophisticated aerospace project?"

"It didn't work before, but it does now."

Shen Jinghong picked up the pen on the table, uncapped it, and said, "Daqing's oil gave us energy, the machine tools in the western suburbs gave us precision, and those Soviet experts..."

He chuckled mischievously:

"The special steel they sent is perfect for making the satellite's outer shell."

After saying that, he put the pen into Lin Qinghan's hand, held her soft hand, and moved it to the blank "Project Code" column above the drawing.

"Come on, sign your name."

"Sign what?" Lin Qinghan was taken aback.

"Give it a name."

Shen Jinghong's hand led her hand, and the pen tip touched the paper.

One horizontal line, one vertical line.

The ink spread out.

Before Lin Qinghan could react, two striking characters had already appeared on the drawing, the strokes powerful and exuding an overbearing assertion of dominance:

**【QH-1】**

Qinghan No. 1.

Lin Qinghan looked at the two letters, and her face turned bright red, the redness spreading all the way to the roots of her neck.

This is hardly a research code name.

This is clearly a love letter to the whole world!

"Shen Jinghong! Have you gone mad?"

She reacted as if she'd been burned, slamming the pen down on the table and glaring at him with a mixture of shame and anxiety.

"This is a national project! A top-secret project! How can you...use my name?"

"This is too conspicuous! If Marshal Nie sees this, he'll break your legs!"

"What are you afraid of?"

Shen Jinghong looked completely self-righteous, even admiringly at the code name. "I'm the chief designer, I have the right to name it. Besides, you're my special assistant, and the unsung hero behind this satellite. What's wrong with using your name?"

"No! Absolutely not!"

Lin Qinghan shook her head repeatedly; that was a matter of principle.

Although she felt incredibly sweet inside, as if she had eaten a whole jar of honey, reason told her that this kind of "abuse of public resources" was outrageous.

"This satellite represents China, and the face of the entire nation."

She took a deep breath, calmed her racing heart, and picked up her pen again.

Next to "QH-1", she wrote three more words in a neater and more solemn handwriting.

That is the romance etched into the bones of the Chinese people, and it is also the most stirring melody of that red era.

**【The East Is Red】**

"Let's call it that."

Lin Qinghan looked at those three words, her eyes gentle yet firm:

"The East is Red, the Sun Rises."

"I want the whole world to hear our voice when this star flies in the sky, to hear the voice of the Chinese people standing up."

Shen Jinghong looked at her.

Looking at this woman who was clearly overjoyed inside, yet still insisted on upholding righteousness.

He felt his heart soften completely.

"Okay, I'll do as you say."

Shen Jinghong picked up a pen and drew a heavy horizontal line under "Dongfanghong" (The East Is Red), but instead of crossing out "QH-1", she circled it and made a small note:

*(Internal R&D code name)*

"Domestically, it remains the most frugal of the poor."

He lowered his head, his forehead touching hers, their noses meeting, their breaths mingling.

"Qinghan, do you know that?"

Shen Jinghong's voice was deep, with a slightly husky, magnetic quality, flowing slowly through the quiet room:

"From now on, when you look up at the sky, don't think it's dark."

"Because in that vast sea of ​​stars, there is that brightest star, the one that flies the highest..."

"It's the lamp I lit for you."

"No matter where you are, no matter where I am, as long as you look up, you will see me watching you."

Lin Qinghan's eyes welled up with tears.

She reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, stood on tiptoe, and gave him a kiss that was three months late.

This is a kiss that carries the fragrance of jasmine, the smell of industrial engine oil, and the dream of the stars and the sea.

Long-lasting and passionate.

They didn't part until they were both out of breath.

"The lights are on."

Lin Qinghan leaned against him, tracing circles on his chest with her fingers, her voice regaining some of the composure of a scientific researcher:

"But Director Shen, haven't you forgotten a crucial issue?"

"What?" Shen Jinghong was still immersed in the tenderness from just now, and her mind was a little slow.

"To send this satellite, which weighs over 100 kilograms, into space, you can't just talk the talk."

Lin Qinghan pointed to the data on the drawing:

"We need thrust. Huge thrust."

"No existing missile or rocket can reach the first cosmic velocity. Without a ladder, our light bulbs will only light up on the ground."

"ladder?"

Shen Jinghong smiled.

In that instant, all the tenderness in his eyes vanished, replaced by a chilling sharpness befitting a master craftsman of a great nation.

"I have a ladder."

He released Lin Qinghan, walked to the wall, and ripped down the Shenzhou Bureau's first-phase planning map that had been hanging there for a long time.

What was revealed was a brand new, grander, and even somewhat menacing blueprint.

It was a slender cylinder.

Pointing straight to the sky, the sword is drawn.

**[Dongfeng-1 Ballistic Missile (Prototype Launch Vehicle)]**

"Satellites need to go into space, mushrooms need to be delivered by express."

Shen Jinghong slammed his hand heavily on the blueprint, the sound resounding and powerful, like metal or stone falling to the ground.

"These two things are actually one thing."

"As long as we build this 'big firecracker,' we can not only send Dongfanghong into orbit, but also deliver our truth... right to the enemy's head!"

"Qinghan, pack your things."

He turned around and looked out at the dark night, his gaze seemingly piercing through mountains and rivers, landing on the distant and desolate Northwest.

"Beijing is too small; it doesn't allow for much flexibility."

"We should go somewhere else."

"Where to?" Lin Qinghan asked.

Lop Nur.

Shen Jinghong uttered these three words, his eyes burning with fervor:

"Go to that godforsaken, sand-filled place."

"We're going to put on a real... earth-shattering fireworks display there, for the US, for the whole world!"

(End of Volume 2)

**[Volume 3 Preview: Truth Lies Within Range]**

When that enormous mushroom cloud rises over the Gobi Desert, and the roar of the Dongfeng missiles shakes the world, how will Shen Jinghong lead China to completely break the nuclear monopoly and stand tall among the nations of the world?

**"Reporting, Commander! Dongfeng-1, prepare for launch!"**

Stay tuned!