Reborn in 1950: Shorting the Federal Reserve at the Start

On the tree-lined path of Shenzhou Bureau, the early summer breeze rustled through the tall poplar trees on both sides.

Sunlight filtered through the lush foliage, casting dappled, dancing patterns of light on the smooth asphalt road. Shen Jinghong, dressed in a clean white shirt, stood with his hands in his pockets, his steps light and quick, like a young man fresh out of university.

Lin Qinghan, walking beside him, was wearing an elegant beige dress.

Her once snow-white hair has now transformed back into a cascading cascade of black strands, casually draped over her rounded shoulders. Her exquisitely beautiful face bears no trace of time; her skin is flawless, radiating the maturity and gentleness unique to a woman in her thirties.

"Jinghong, slow down."

Lin Qinghan reached out and took his arm, a faint, dreamlike smile playing on her lips. Looking at her slender, pale fingers, she still felt as if it were all an unreal dream.

"What? We've gone back to being twenty years old, and Director Lin's stamina still hasn't caught up?"

Shen Jinghong stopped, turned around, and naturally reached out to pinch her cheeks, which were full of collagen. The feel was wonderful, and he couldn't help but pinch them a couple more times.

"Stop fooling around, we're in public." Lin Qinghan blushed and slapped his hand away, but her eyes were so tender they could melt your heart.

She looked up at the man before her, with his sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, and imposing presence.

"I just suddenly remembered the first time we met. In that dimly lit corridor of the 'President Wilson,' you were just as carefree and fearless as ever."

"Back then, you were carrying a heavy suitcase, like a lioness guarding her food." Shen Jinghong laughed out loud, then pulled her into his arms, resting his chin on her forehead. "I was thinking then, this girl is really attractive. If I could bring her back to China as my wife, then this study abroad trip would have been worthwhile."

"Stop talking nonsense. Back then, all you could think about was how to rip off the Americans with their radar blueprints. You weren't paying any attention to me!"

Lin Qinghan leaned against his broad chest, listening to his strong and powerful heartbeat, her eyes slightly warm.

"Jinghong, do we really... no longer need to fear growing old?"

"I'm not afraid anymore."

Shen Jinghong tightened his grip, his deep gaze piercing through the tree-lined path to the towering research building. His voice was deep and powerful, carrying an unparalleled domineering aura of defying fate.

"I've torn the Book of Life and Death of the King of Hell to shreds."

"In the past, we rushed through life as fast as we could, afraid that we wouldn't see the day when China reigns supreme before we die. Now it's different; we have plenty of time."

Shen Jinghong lowered his head, looking into his wife's clear eyes, and made a promise, word by word:

"Wife, let's love each other for another five hundred years."

"I want you to be with me, to witness firsthand how this giant dragon of the East gradually transforms this vast ocean of stars into our own backyard!"

Lin Qinghan didn't speak, but nodded vigorously and buried her face deeply in his chest.

Freed from the fear of birth, aging, sickness, and death, these national heroes, possessing the most advanced brains in human history, completely descended into a frenzied state of scientific research.

When scientific giants like Qian Xuesen and Deng Xiaoping, who should have been in their twilight years, rushed back into the laboratory with the vigor of young men in their thirties, the entire scientific and technological landscape of the China National Space Administration was instantly ignited!

"Boom—!"

In the underground test site of the Northwest Desert, a futuristic-looking silver disc-shaped aircraft hovered steadily in mid-air without emitting any flames!

"Anti-gravity engine! We succeeded!"

Old Qian, his hair now fully black, was so excited that he kicked over the chair next to him. He waved his fist excitedly like a young man and roared at Shen Jinghong in front of the control panel:

"Amazing! This thing's magnetic field confinement perfectly counteracts Earth's gravity! From now on, when we build spaceships, we won't have to carry hundreds of tons of chemical fuel as a burden!"

"Well done, Mr. Qian!"

Shen Jinghong stared at the hovering aircraft, his eyes gleaming with fervent light.

"Immediately apply this technology to the civilian sector! I want all the people of our China to be driving anti-gravity flying cars! Let those Western capitalists still drilling for oil cry while they're clinging to their internal combustion engines!"

Technological advancements are no longer linear, but rather exhibit a despair-inducing exponential explosion.

In just a few short years.

In the South China Sea near the equator, a super-strong cable woven from carbon nanotubes pierces the sky like a stabilizing force, firmly connecting Earth with a geostationary space station 36,000 kilometers away.

Space elevator!

This miraculous building, imagined countless times in Western science fiction novels, was actually constructed by the engineering corps of the Shenzhou Bureau. Every day, tens of thousands of tons of supplies and personnel travel between heaven and earth in elevator cars at extremely low cost.

In the field of information, the "Skynet" system, led by Shen Min'an, has undergone its ultimate evolution.

Quantum entanglement communication networks have been deployed across the board. This communication method, which disregards distance and is absolutely impossible to eavesdrop on or crack, has rendered Western intelligence agencies completely blind and deaf.

Time flies by amidst this rapid technological revolution.

The montage shots rapidly switch across the long river of history.

The numbers on the calendar flipped wildly: 1999…2005…2012…

Until it was frozen in a special year.

2020 years.

New Year's Eve, Beijing.

This ancient yet youthful metropolis is now displaying an ultimate and stunning fusion of cyberpunk and traditional culture.

There were no snowflakes falling from the sky, because the regional climate control system over the city had already adjusted the temperature to the most comfortable early spring level.

Looking up, countless dazzling trails of light streak across the horizon. Those are ordinary people driving anti-gravity flying cars, rushing home for their New Year's Eve dinner. The contrails of these cars weave together in the night sky, creating a magnificent three-dimensional transportation network.

Wangfujing Street was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations.

But the red lanterns weren't hung on the trees; instead, they floated silently in mid-air using miniature anti-gravity devices. Holographic projection technology conjured lifelike five-clawed golden dragons in the center of the street, which danced and weaved above the crowds' heads, accompanied by the festive sound of electronic firecrackers, eliciting cheers from the children.

"This life is like living like a god."

An elderly man dressed in a traditional Chinese suit sat in a hovering wheelchair, watching the holographic Spring Festival Gala livestream in mid-air with a smile. He held a cup of hot tea in his hand, with a miniature wireless heating base underneath.

"That's right! I heard that the second phase of the eco-city at the Mars base is finished, and my grandson will be taking a spaceship there to go to university next month!" The old lady next to me echoed with a face full of pride.

The country is prosperous and the people are at peace; the golden age is like a painting.

The headquarters of the Shenzhou Bureau, inside that enormous command fortress suspended in mid-air.

Shen Jinghong and Lin Qinghan stood side by side in front of the panoramic floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the dazzling city that never sleeps below.

"Happy New Year, Jinghong!"

Lin Qinghan held two glasses of red wine and handed him one. Her eyes were gentle as she looked out the window at the peaceful scene, a satisfied smile on her lips.

Happy New Year, my wife.

Shen Jinghong took the wine glass and gently clinked it against his. He took a sip of red wine, but his gaze passed over this bustling city and landed on the distant other side of the ocean.

"We're all decorated for the Lunar New Year here, but I wonder what the situation is like over there in the US."

Shen Jinghong sneered, a dangerous glint flashing in his eyes.

At this moment.

Across the ocean, in Colorado, USA, in a top-secret military bunker 500 meters underground.

There is no festive joy here, only suffocating silence and despair.

The once arrogant American high-ranking officials now resemble a group of sewer rats, huddled in this dark bunker.

Their country has completely collapsed.

Economic collapse, technological utterly crushed, and even the once-proud military force rendered useless scrap metal before China's space-based weaponry. On the ground, the chaotic cities have become havens for thugs and warlords.

"Mr. President, we have no way out."

A four-star general with gray hair and a crazed look in his eyes placed a metal combination lock box that emitted a ghostly green glow heavily on the conference table.

He stared intently at the president, who sat in the main seat, his face ashen, his voice hoarse as if he were weeping blood:

"The Chinese space fleet has already blocked low Earth orbit; our spacecraft can't get out at all. They've not only taken over Earth, they want to take over the entire universe!"

"Since we can't have this world, then let's make sure they don't have it easy either!"

The general suddenly opened the briefcase, inside which lay several glass test tubes filled with green liquid.

"This is the ultimate genetic virus developed by the Fort Detrick biological laboratory with their last efforts. It has an extremely long incubation period, is a hundred times more contagious than the plague, and is specifically designed to target the genetic makeup of Asians!"

"Just send these few test tubes into their city, and their proud science fiction utopia will instantly turn into hell on earth!"

The president stared at the green liquid, his whole body trembling violently.

He knew that once this Pandora's box was opened, the entire human civilization might face annihilation.

But the fear in his eyes was eventually swallowed up by the madness and jealousy of someone who had lost everything.

"Send the most elite assassins."

The president closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and forced out a few words, as if using all his strength:

"Give them this gift from hell!"

……

Beijing, Shenzhou Bureau's floating fortress.

Shen Jinghong was preparing to take Lin Qinghan to have New Year's Eve dinner.

Sudden.

"Beep beep beep beep—!!!"

A piercing, highest-level red alert erupted throughout the command center!

On the holographic screen, Shen Min'an's cold and serious face popped up instantly.

"Dad! The Skynet biological defense system has detected an abnormal signal!"

Shen Min'an spoke extremely quickly, his eyes flashing with a chilling murderous intent:

"Several 'rats' carrying a highly dangerous, unknown virus are attempting to infiltrate our country from the southwestern border by disguising themselves!"

The smile on Shen Jinghong's face vanished instantly.

He slammed the wine glass in his hand to the ground, splashing the crimson wine everywhere.

A terrifying killing intent, enough to make the entire planet Blue Star tremble, suddenly erupted from his body.

"Playing biohazard? Trying to take us all down with you?"

Shen Jinghong braced his hands on the command platform, staring intently at the rapidly moving red dots on the screen, a cruel sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Since these foreign devils are tired of living, why do they have to come looking for death during the Chinese New Year?"

"Defend the country! Pass on my orders!"

Shen Jinghong turned his head, his voice like a thunderclap from the heavens, carrying an absolute, overwhelming force:

"Activate Skynet's highest defense sequence!"

"I'll show them today what a truly absolute no-go zone is—not even a virus can fly in!"