Reborn in 1950: Shorting the Federal Reserve at the Start

"Biding for the 2008 Olympics?"

Shen Jinghong leaned back on the leather sofa in Ziguang Pavilion, holding the iconic enamel teacup in her hand, and couldn't help but chuckle softly.

He shook his head, placed the teacup on the table, and it made a crisp clinking sound.

"Old Chen, why is your perspective still so narrow?"

Chen Weiguo scratched his graying hair, looking at his director with a puzzled expression.

"Director, this is a sporting event for all of humanity! With our national strength now, hosting it again would absolutely leave the foreigners speechless!"

"We hosted the Olympics back in 1980."

Shen Jinghong stood up, walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, and looked out at the bustling city of Beijing.

"We're tired of winning gold medals. Even the Americans are too lazy to compete with us in sports anymore. What's the point of holding another event besides wasting money and resources?"

The leaders looked at each other in bewilderment.

"So, what do you mean by 'Jinghong'?" a leader asked with a smile.

Shen Jinghong turned around, her eyes flashing with an arrogant light that looked down on the world.

"Now that we're the village chiefs of this global village, let's do something unprecedented and unparalleled!"

He placed his hands on the conference table and, sternly and deliberately, delivered a groundbreaking proposal:

"We will not host the Olympics."

"Let's hold a World Future Technology Expo!"

"I'm going to unleash all the hidden cutting-edge technologies of our Shenzhou Bureau and show the world what true 'dimensional reduction attack' really means!"

Time flies.

October 8, 2008, Beijing.

On this day, the entire city of Beijing was completely transformed into a futuristic metropolis straight out of a science fiction movie.

There were no traditional cannon salutes, nor any conventional ribbon-cutting.

When the heads of state and special envoys of more than 200 countries stood in the plaza of the super expo center transformed from the Bird's Nest, everyone felt as if they had traveled to the next century.

"My God... what is that?!"

The US president tilted his head back, completely unaware that the coffee in his hand had spilled onto his expensive suit.

There were no roaring helicopters in the sky.

Dozens of sleek, silver cars without any rotors or jet engines were silently suspended in mid-air!

"Anti-gravity flying car".

Shen Jinghong, dressed in a crisp Zhongshan suit, stood before the heads of state of various countries, speaking in a relaxed tone as if he were introducing his own bicycle.

"Using a miniature controlled nuclear fusion reactor as its power source, a single charge is enough to circle the Earth three times."

He snapped his fingers.

A beam of eerie blue light suddenly illuminated the open space in the center of the square.

A lifelike holographic virtual city rises directly from the ground, with even the expressions of pedestrians on the street clearly visible.

"The holographic virtual reality network is directly connected to our 'Skynet' system. In the future, presidents won't even need to book airfares for meetings; they can just meet in the virtual world."

Dead silence.

The heads of state of more than two hundred countries looked like a group of country bumpkins who had never seen the world, staring blankly at the miraculous technology before them.

What is meant by "gap"?

While they're still arguing about oil prices, the Chinese have already put nuclear fusion technology into cars!

While they are still using bulky LCD computers, the Chinese have already started playing with holographic virtual reality!

This is a civilization from a completely different dimension!

The French president sighed dejectedly and led the applause.

Immediately afterwards, thunderous applause swept across the entire square.

Those once arrogant Western powers, at this moment, completely lowered their proud heads and willingly submitted to the feet of the Eastern dragon.

The atmosphere inside the expo was extremely enthusiastic.

Shen Jinghong held his wine glass, handling the toasts from heads of state from various countries with ease.

Lin Qinghan, dressed in an elegant cheongsam, stood beside him, looking at this radiant man with tenderness in her eyes.

"Jinghong, you really scared them today."

"It's good to scare them a little, so they won't keep thinking about doing something sneaky." Shen Jinghong chuckled and took a sip of red wine.

At this peak moment, when all nations came to pay tribute and the country was at its most prosperous, this was a time of great celebration.

"Beep beep beep beep—!!!"

Suddenly, the specially made communicator on Shen Jinghong's wrist emitted a piercing red alarm!

This sound only rings out during national-level devastating disasters.

Shen Jinghong's expression changed drastically, and he abruptly put down his wine glass.

"What's going on?" Lin Qinghan also noticed that something was wrong.

Before Shen Jinghong could even connect to the communication, the side door of the conference hall was slammed open.

Shen Min'an scrambled in.

Her usually cool and composed face was now filled with extreme terror, and even her black-rimmed glasses were askew.

"Dad! Something terrible has happened!"

Shen Min'an rushed to Shen Jinghong, grabbed his arm, and his voice trembled violently with extreme fear:

"The Shenzhou Bureau's 'Skynet' Geological Monitoring Center has just issued the highest-level red alert!"

Shen Jinghong's heart sank suddenly, and she grabbed her daughter's wrist.

"Where are the coordinates?!"

"Sichuan! Wenchuan!"

Shen Min'an swallowed hard, his eyes filled with a despair that sent chills down one's spine.

"The Earth's crustal stress has exceeded the critical value! An unprecedented mega-earthquake is about to erupt!"