Reborn in 1950: Shorting the Federal Reserve at the Start

Jiuquan Satellite Launch Center.

The desert winds whipped up yellow sand, but they couldn't budge that towering steel tower.

At the center of the tower stands a colossal, snow-white beast of breathtaking size.

Long March 9 super heavy-lift carrier rocket!

It is more than three times thicker than its predecessor that sent "Chang'e" into space. Its menacing boosters and towering rocket body exude a chilling aesthetic of industrial violence under the searchlight.

Shen Jinghong, dressed in a smart Zhongshan suit, stood in front of the cameras broadcasting live worldwide.

Today, billions of eyes around the world are fixed on this vast desert in the East.

"Decades ago, Americans went to the moon, planted a flag, picked up a few rocks, and hurriedly left."

Shen Jinghong pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, a cold, extremely arrogant smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"They call that conquering space. But to me, it's just a paid vacation."

The Chinese and foreign journalists in the audience were in an uproar.

Shen Jinghong placed his hands on the podium, his gaze sweeping over the world, his voice resounding with authority:

"Today, we Chinese are also going to the moon. But we're not going to just leave a footprint and come back."

"We're going to send modular spacecraft up there! We're going to build houses and roads on it!"

"We are going to build the first permanent lunar base in human history!"

These words caused a global uproar.

Across the ocean, NASA experts sprayed coffee directly onto the television screen.

Building a house? Do you think the moon is your private backyard?!

The base of the launch tower.

Three astronauts in pure white extravehicular spacesuits are standing in neat rows, preparing to enter the elevator.

The leader, a commander, had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, with a rebellious and edgy air about him.

It was Shen Guoqiang.

The young man who once clamored to fly the best fighter jet is now an ace astronaut who has fought his way up from the brink of death.

Shen Jinghong and Lin Qinghan stood outside the cordon.

Lin Qinghan's eyes were slightly red, but she bit her lip tightly to keep the tears from falling. She knew all too well that this journey was fraught with danger.

"Mom, don't cry. I'm here to reserve territory for you in heaven."

Shen Guoqiang grinned at Lin Qinghan through the thick helmet glass, revealing a set of big white teeth.

Shen Jinghong stepped forward, without giving any nagging instructions like a typical father would.

He looked at his son, who was half a head taller than him, with a deep and stern gaze.

"When you get up there, don't embarrass me. Make sure our red flag is planted firmly and the foundation is solid!"

"Don't worry, Dad! I'm getting my lunar household registration booklet today!"

Shen Guoqiang suddenly brought his legs together.

"Snapped!"

A standard, powerful military salute.

Shen Jinghong straightened his back and solemnly returned a military salute. The passion and legacy of two generations silently converged at this moment.

"Attention all units! One minute to prepare!"

The commander's hoarse roar came over the loudspeaker.

Billions of people around the world held their breath at that moment.

In front of the giant screen in Times Square, New York, countless Americans looked up, their eyes filled with complex emotions and shock.

"Ten, nine, eight..."

Shen Jinghong stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the command hall, her hands gripping the railing tightly.

"Three, two, one! Ignition!"

"boom--!!!"

Deep in the desert, it seemed as if ten thousand ancient beasts roared simultaneously!

The Long March 9 rocket instantly spewed out a violent burst of orange-red flames from its bottom.

The terrifyingly high temperature instantly vaporized the water in the diversion channel, turning it into a vast, rolling sea of ​​white clouds.

The earth was trembling violently!

This colossal rocket, carrying the Chinese nation's dream of reaching for the stars and the sea, slowly rose from the ground, supported by blazing flames.

Faster and brighter!

It was like a peerless divine sword tearing through the sky, trailing a dazzling tail flame hundreds of meters long, resolutely piercing into the vast and boundless deep universe!

"Takeoff! Stable attitude!"

Cheers erupted in the command center, shaking the roof off.

Overwhelmed with emotion, Chen Weiguo grabbed the staff officer beside him, jumping and hopping about, tears streaming down his face.

a few days later.

380,000 kilometers away, on the far side of the moon.

This is a dark abyss that forever turns its back on Earth, and an absolute forbidden zone rarely ventured into by human probes.

Aitken Basin.

A lunar lander with a highly futuristic design is slowly descending onto the cratered surface of the moon, spewing out reverse-guided flames.

"Bang."

A slight vibration.

The lunar module's four sturdy mechanical landing legs firmly planted themselves on this alien soil that had been dormant for billions of years.

The rising lunar dust slowly dispersed in the vacuum environment.

The Earth command center was deathly silent.

Everyone was staring intently at the screen, waiting for that voice that had traveled 380,000 kilometers.

"Sizzle—sizzle—"

A faint static sound came from the communication channel.

Immediately afterwards, Shen Guoqiang's voice, tinged with arrogance and excitement, clearly returned to Earth:

"Reporting to command center! This is the advance team from 'Guanghan Palace'!"

"We've landed safely! Dad, we've completely taken over this territory!"