Reborn in 1950: Shorting the Federal Reserve at the Start

The first rays of sunlight pierced through the thin mist over Beijing in the early morning.

Shen Jinghong led Lin Qinghan out of the Shenzhou Bureau's gate.

The early summer morning breeze felt warm on my face.

The holographic screen in the square, which is as tall as a three-story building, is flashing with dazzling light.

There were no cries of agony on the screen.

There was no scene of devastation with ruins everywhere.

The scene depicts a bustling steel jungle.

Countless workers wearing yellow hard hats are operating massive machinery.

They were working frantically on the land that had just been torn apart by the earthquake.

"Wow, that was fast."

Lin Qinghan pushed up her black-rimmed glasses.

Her cool eyes reflected the fiery scene on the screen.

"In less than 48 hours, the ruins have been cleared."

"We Chinese have the genes of infrastructure maniacs etched into our bones."

A proud smile appeared on Shen Jinghong's lips.

The screen image changed.

Several extravagantly designed giant tracked vehicles drove into the disaster area.

They do not have traditional booms and buckets.

Instead, it extends more than a dozen thick mechanical tentacles.

A grayish-black slurry, made from a mixture of special quick-setting cement and high-strength flexible steel, is continuously squeezed out through the nozzle.

Just like a spider spinning silk, it accumulates and solidifies layer by layer.

"Oh my God! What kind of monster is this?!"

At the edge of the frame, a blond, blue-eyed CNN reporter in China is yelling wildly at the camera.

The microphone in his hand was almost touching the camera lens.

That white face was filled with unbelievable horror.

"Viewers at home! I swear I'm not hallucinating!"

"The Chinese aren't building houses; they're 'printing' a city!"

The reporter was so excited that he was incoherent.

He pointed to the six-story building behind him that was rising at a visible speed.

"No bricks! No scaffolding!"

"This machine built an apartment building with earthquake resistance up to magnitude 10 in just three hours!"

"This isn't human architecture, this is magic!"

Looking at the foreigner's shocked expression, as if he had never seen anything like it before.

The people who had stopped to watch in the square all laughed good-naturedly.

"This foreigner is making a big fuss over nothing."

"How could anything produced by our Shenzhou Bureau be ordinary?"

"Exactly! I heard this new house can withstand even an 8-magnitude earthquake."

"The villagers in the disaster area will be able to move into their new homes tonight!"

Shen Jinghong listened to the discussions of the people around him.

An indescribable surge of intense heat welled up within him.

He turned to look at Lin Qinghan.

His profound gaze seemed to pierce through the long river of history spanning thousands of years.

"Qinghan, do you still remember the famines we read about in history books when we were kids?"

Shen Jinghong's voice was deep and powerful.

"Back then, there were severe droughts and floods, and the people could only kneel in the mud and beg the Dragon King for rain."

"Please, God, grant me a chance to eat."

"After a natural disaster, corpses littered the fields, and people resorted to cannibalism."

Lin Qinghan grasped his hand in return.

Her usually rational eyes were now slightly red.

"Yes, that nation has suffered so much, it has endured so many hardships."

"But things are different now."

Shen Jinghong clenched her fist tightly.

He exuded an arrogant aura of conquering heaven and earth.

Natural disasters are not scary; what is scary is being powerless to do anything about them.

"Now we have technology and steel."

"With this state machinery, we can practically rub God's head in the sand!"

He pointed to the new city on the screen that was rapidly taking shape in the morning light.

Every word was powerful and resounding.

"From this day forward, we finally have our destiny firmly in our own hands!"

Lin Qinghan looked at the radiant man beside her.

A gentle smile curved at the corners of her lips.

"You did it, Jinghong."

"You not only gave them weapons, but also the confidence to fight against fate."

At this exhilarating moment.

"Beep beep beep beep—"

Shen Jinghong's specially made encrypted communicator on her wrist suddenly rang urgently.

He raised an eyebrow and pressed the answer button.

On the other end of the communicator came the excited, almost distorted roar of Admiral Xiao Jingguang.

This old general, who spent his life on the battlefield and remained calm even when Mount Tai collapsed before him.

Even his voice was trembling violently at that moment.

The background noise was filled with deafening ship horns and the roar of waves.

"Jinghong! You'd better come to Dalian right now!"

Shen Jinghong was stunned for a moment.

He asked with a smile, "Old Chief, what are you yelling about so early in the morning?"

"What's the rush?"

"How can I not be anxious! I've never fought such a costly battle in my entire life!"

On the other end of the phone, General Xiao was so excited that he kept slapping his thigh.

His voice was so loud that even Lin Qinghan, who was standing next to him, could hear it clearly.

"The pot at the Dalian Shipyard is boiling!"

"Our dumplings... are cooked!"