Reborn in 1950: Shorting the Federal Reserve at the Start

Early May 2008.

Inside the banquet hall of the World's Fair, lights shimmered. Heads of state from various countries, sipping their wine glasses, were captivated by the futuristic wonders displayed by the giant dragon of the East.

"Bang!"

Two heavy, carved wooden doors were violently flung open. Shen Min'an scrambled in, her usually cool and composed face now filled with extreme terror, 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, and she grabbed her daughter's wrist tightly: "Where are the coordinates?!"

"Sichuan! Wenchuan!"

Shen Min'an swallowed hard, his eyes filled with a despair that sent chills down one's spine: "Our quantum geological sensing network deployed along the Longmenshan fault zone has detected abnormal stress accumulation! The crustal stress has exceeded the critical value!"

She stared intently at Shen Jinghong, slamming down that suffocating number, word by word: "Three days! At most three days! A massive earthquake with a magnitude of 8.0 is about to erupt!"

Level 8.0!

These words struck Shen Jinghong like a heavy hammer blow to the top of his head. The painful memories of his past life, the collapsed schools, and the lives crying in despair under the ruins, flooded his mind like a tidal wave.

That is a wound that will forever bleed in the heart of the Chinese nation!

"Absolutely not! I've been given a second chance at life, and I absolutely cannot let this tragedy happen again!"

Shen Jinghong abruptly flung his wine glass away, spilling the expensive red wine all over the floor. He unleashed an unprecedentedly violent aura, roaring furiously, "Chen Weiguo!"

"Here!" Chen Weiguo strode forward.

"Immediately sound the highest-level air raid sirens nationwide!" Shen Jinghong's eyes were bloodshot, like a mad lion. "Tell the commander, it's an emergency! A major crisis is about to erupt in Sichuan!"

Ten minutes later, a series of extremely urgent orders were transmitted at the speed of light to every corner of the land through the "Skynet" system.

The state apparatus, this colossal behemoth personally crafted to its ultimate form by Shen Jinghong, displayed a terrifying mobilization power that chilled the entire world at this moment.

There was no wrangling, no hesitation.

Thousands of military transport planes took off, darkening the sky as they flew southwest. On the newly completed high-speed railway network, "Fuxing" bullet trains, fully loaded with PLA soldiers and relief supplies, tore through the night like silver lightning.

"Folks! Evacuate quickly! Don't take anything! Your lives are the most important thing!"

In Wenchuan, Beichuan, Qingchuan... in countless villages and towns, grassroots cadres and People's Liberation Army soldiers went door to door, kicking down doors.

Although the common people were confused, seeing their soldiers' eyes red with anxiety, and out of absolute trust in the country,

With the powerful computing power of the China Aerospace Science and Technology Corporation (CASC) and the terrifying transportation capacity of China's infrastructure superpower,

May 12, 2:28 PM.

Beijing, Shenzhou Bureau underground command center.

On the large screen, high-resolution satellite images of the Sichuan Basin were displayed in real time. The entire hall was deathly silent; everyone held their breath, staring intently at the ticking time on the screen.

"It's here." Shen Min'an's voice trembled as he looked at the soaring data transmitted back by the quantum sensor.

The voice just fell.

The image on the screen suddenly began to shake violently.

The earth is roaring!

A terrifying energy, accumulated over millions of years, was suddenly released from a depth of more than ten kilometers underground. The Longmenshan fault zone, like a raging dragon, frantically tore at everything on the earth's surface.

Mountains collapsed and the earth cracked; rivers stopped flowing.

Those once peaceful villages and towns, faced with the terrifying destructive power of the 8.0 magnitude earthquake, were like paper toys, instantly collapsing and turning into ruins. Dust filled the sky, obscuring the sunlight, and the entire disaster area seemed to have fallen into an apocalypse.

Seeing the devastating scene, the veteran experts in the command center covered their mouths, tears streaming down their faces.

It was too tragic.

The seismic waves gradually subsided.

Shen Jinghong gripped the command platform tightly with both hands, his knuckles white from the excessive force. He stared intently at the screen, his voice terribly hoarse: "Casualty situation… immediately compile casualty statistics!"

One minute. Two minutes.

The communications soldier frantically typed on his keyboard, contacting various resettlement points at the front.

"Reporting to the Director!"

Holding a newly compiled set of data, Chen Weiguo trembled with excitement, tears welling in his eyes. He abruptly turned around and shouted at Shen Jinghong:

"Hundreds of thousands of houses collapsed! Infrastructure was severely damaged! But..."

boom!

The entire command center erupted in cheers!

In the face of an 8.0 magnitude earthquake, this is simply a miracle in the history of human disaster relief!

Upon hearing this number, Shen Jinghong's tense body suddenly went limp, and she slumped into her chair.

Looking at his trembling hands, he finally couldn't hold back his tears and they streamed down his face.

He built nuclear bombs capable of destroying cities, intercontinental ballistic missiles capable of reaching Washington, D.C., and a global surveillance network. He once believed that the ultimate goal of technology was to crush all enemies with absolute force and establish supreme hegemony.

Only then did he truly understand.

The greatest power of technology is not for killing or for domination.

It is for protection.

In order to protect the most honest and kind-hearted people on this land, so that they can have a giant umbrella to shelter them from the wind and rain when facing natural disasters and man-made calamities!

"A stunning sight."

Lin Qinghan walked to his side and gently took his hand. Her eyes were also red, but her gaze was filled with unprecedented pride.

"You did it."

Shen Jinghong grasped his wife's hand in return, took a deep breath, and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Yes, being alive is the most important thing."

He stood up, looked at the engineering troops on the screen who were rapidly carrying out post-disaster reconstruction on the ruins, and a confident smile returned to his lips.

"If the house collapses, we'll rebuild it. With our infrastructure prowess, we'll give them a more beautiful and sturdier new home in less than three years!"

a few days later.

The first rays of morning sunlight pierced through the thin mist of Beijing and shone on the solemn plaque of the Shenzhou Bureau.

Shen Jinghong took Lin Qinghan's hand and slowly walked out of the Shenzhou Bureau's gate.

A gentle breeze blew by, ruffling the white hair at Lin Qinghan's temples.

Shen Jinghong stopped and turned around to look at the woman who had been by his side for most of his life.

Then look at this bustling, prosperous metropolis before us.

A perfect, powerful, and hopeful China has now firmly established itself at the pinnacle of the world. No one dares to bully them anymore, and no one can hold them by the throat.

"Wife."

Shen Jinghong raised her head, looking at the rising sun bursting forth, her eyes sparkling with a fervent longing for the boundless universe.

"We've completely finished dealing with things on Earth."

He gripped Lin Qinghan's hand tightly, his voice carrying an overwhelming, domineering aura:

"Let's go home and pack our bags."

"The potatoes Guoqiang planted on Mars are probably ripe by now; we should go and try them out."