Reborn in 1950: Shorting the Federal Reserve at the Start

The Great Hall of the People, Beijing.

The auditorium, which can accommodate 10,000 people, was brightly lit and packed to capacity.

Heads of state and special envoys from over 150 countries, dressed in formal attire of various colors, sat upright. A subtle tension permeated the air, as if everyone was awaiting a verdict that could alter the direction of the Earth's rotation.

Shen Jinghong, dressed in a smart black Zhongshan suit, walked calmly onto the stage.

He did not bring any prepared speech materials.

He simply stood in front of the microphone, his piercing gaze sweeping over the Western politicians and Third World brothers in the audience who were once high and mighty, but now looked on with awe.

"Welcome to Beijing, everyone."

Shen Jinghong's voice was deep and magnetic, and through simultaneous interpretation, it was clearly heard by everyone.

"For the past hundred years, the world has been governed by the rules of warships, cannons, and financial scythes. For every person who eats meat, there must be someone who doesn't even get soup."

He sneered, his eyes gleaming with an arrogant disdain for the world:

"But today, I'm not standing here to talk to you about how to divide the cake."

"I'm here to tell you that we in China are prepared to completely overturn this cake and remake it!"

A suppressed gasp of surprise erupted from the audience.

Representatives from several American allies turned pale, exchanging horrified glances.

Shen Jinghong ignored them and snapped his fingers.

"Buzz—"

Behind the podium, a huge holographic projection screen lit up instantly.

A blue Earth slowly rotates in the center of the screen. Then, countless golden rays of light originate from Beijing, China, and spread rapidly across Asia, Europe, and Africa like the meridians of the earth, eventually enveloping the entire planet.

This is called the "Belt and Road Initiative".

Shen Jinghong pointed to the glittering global network map, his voice suddenly rising, carrying with it a powerful momentum sweeping the globe:

"But this is not just ordinary bridge and road construction."

"This is a super economic community relying on our Shenzhou Bureau's 'Skynet' system and the Moon Palace base!"

He suddenly waved his hand, and the image on the screen instantly changed.

That's the far side of the moon, where massive automated mining trucks are continuously extracting helium-3 ore. The scene then cuts back to Earth, where controlled nuclear fusion reactors, emitting a faint blue glow, are supplying cities with an endless supply of clean energy.

"Just join this program."

Shen Jinghong placed his hands on the podium, his eyes gleaming with the extreme confidence of a tech fanatic, and offered the ultimate temptation that the whole world could not refuse:

"Your country will bid farewell to the energy crisis! We will provide you with unlimited, virtually free, clean energy!"

"Your factory will be connected to the 'Skynet' supercomputing power, and your transportation will be upgraded with our maglev technology!"

"This isn't charity; this is the technological dividend of the interstellar age!"

boom!

The entire Great Hall of the People was in complete uproar.

Unlimited energy? Supercomputing power?

This is like dragging them straight from the industrial age into the science fiction age!

"We'll sign! Tanzania will be the first to sign!"

An African president was so excited that he jumped up from his chair, waving his hands and shouting.

"We Saudi Arabia will sign too! Director Shen, as long as we can use nuclear fusion, we'll give you all the oil we have underground as chemical raw materials!"

The wealthy in the Middle East are even more desperate, fearing that falling behind will leave them behind by the times.

Even those European countries that were initially observing have now become completely restless.

The French president and the German chancellor exchanged a glance, both seeing a deep fear and longing in each other's eyes. Without joining, their industrial systems would be as laughable as primitive stone tools in the face of unlimited energy.

"The French Republic requests membership!"

"The Federal Republic of Germany requests membership!"

All nations come to pay tribute!

This is truly a tribute from all nations!

Without military coercion or economic sanctions, Shen Jinghong used pure technological superiority to conquer over 90% of the world's countries without shedding a drop of blood.

Looking at the heads of state below the stage frantically scrambling to sign, Shen Jinghong smiled with satisfaction.

He turned his head and looked at the American envoy sitting in the corner, his face ashen.

"Mr. Special Envoy, doesn't your United States of America intend to sign this document?" Shen Jinghong asked in a mocking tone.

The American envoy gritted his teeth, abruptly stood up, and roared, his voice trembling with fear:

"This is a conspiracy! This is your attempt to control the global economy! We, the great United States, will never bow to your technological hegemony!"

"We have our own allies! We have our own technological system!"

"ally?"

Shen Jinghong burst into laughter as if she had heard the funniest joke in the world.

He pointed to the European representatives queuing to sign, his eyes full of mockery:

"Look around you, Mr. Special Envoy. Your allies are busy sucking up to me right now."

"Since you're so stubborn, then I'll grant your wish."

Shen Jinghong's smile vanished, his eyes instantly turning icy cold, as if he were looking at a corpse:

"From today onwards, the United States of America and its die-hard allies will be completely excluded from the Belt and Road Initiative and the Skynet system."

"You can just sit there and rot away, clinging to your nearly depleted oil wells and outdated silicon-based chips."

The American envoy shuddered and slumped into his chair in despair.

He knew it was over.

It's completely over.

The United States, having lost its global channels for exploitation, is like a critically ill patient whose lifeline has been removed; death awaits them.

……

Several months later.

New York, Wall Street.

The once bustling financial center is now filled with a suffocating atmosphere of death.

"It's fallen...it's fallen again..."

A trader in a red vest stared blankly at the green candlestick chart plummeting vertically on the screen, his voice hoarse as if he were swallowing sand.

"The Dow Jones Industrial Average has fallen below its all-time low. The dollar is worth less than a piece of paper."

"Without energy and without chips, all our factories have shut down. Our overseas assets have all been frozen by countries that have joined the Belt and Road Initiative."

The trading hall was filled with desperate cries and torn trading slips.

Those once-arrogant Wall Street tycoons now sat ashen-faced and slumped on the ground.

Their once-proud financial empire collapsed without any chance of resistance under Shen Jinghong's overwhelming technological and economic dominance.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a muffled gunshot shattered the deathly silence of the trading hall.

Everyone turned around in horror.

A fund manager, once worth billions, lay dead in a pool of blood. He still clutched a smoking pistol tightly in his hand.

The desperate gunshots were like a signal.

Followed by.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Gunshots rang out one after another in various corners of Wall Street.

Those capitalists who could not accept the reality of bankruptcy ended their sinful lives in the most extreme way.

And this was only the beginning of America's collapse.