Reborn in 1950: Shorting the Federal Reserve at the Start

"Let me go! I'm innocent!"

"Mom! Help! I don't want to die! I don't want to go to jail!"

Shen Yaozu's screams were so shrill and mournful, like the crows being choked, echoing through the empty alley and sending chills down one's spine.

At this moment, where was the slightest bit of his previous arrogance in trampling his own brother underfoot?

The two guards didn't hold back at all. Each of them grabbed one of his arms and dragged him like a dead dog to the military truck parked at the entrance of the alley.

He had already kicked off one of his shoes, and his bare feet were worn raw and bleeding on the rough ground.

His crotch was wet, and yellowish water was still dripping down.

A strong stench of urine, mixed with the smell of his sweat, wafted through the entire yard on the wind.

"Tsk."

Shen Jinghong stood on the steps, hands in her pockets, watching the figure struggling desperately in the mud, crying and screaming for its parents.

His face was expressionless, and his eyes even held a hint of mockery, as if he were watching a circus monkey show.

But deep down, the soul that had been suppressed for two lifetimes was now rolling around wildly, laughing like a pig.

Cool.

That was fucking awesome.

In his past life, it was these dirty feet that were kicking wildly that trampled his dignity into the mud.

In his past life, it was this stinking mouth spewing filth that ate his flesh, drank his blood, and cursed him as a useless piece of trash.

Now?

Nemesis unhappy.

"Boss! Jinghong! How could you be so heartless?!"

A sharp wail shattered Shen Jinghong's thoughts.

Liu Cuihua, with a sudden burst of strength, scrambled to her feet and tumbled to Shen Jinghong's feet, clinging tightly to his trouser leg.

"That's your own brother! Your own flesh and blood!"

Her hair was disheveled, her face was covered in snot and tears, and she was swinging Shen Jinghong's legs like a madwoman:

"Quickly tell your superior that this is all a misunderstanding! Yaozu was just joking with you! He didn't mean to kill you! You need to get them to release you!"

"Misunderstand?"

Shen Jinghong looked down at the woman who had given birth to him.

This is motherly love.

Unfortunately, this maternal love was too heavy and too biased. She even pushed her other son into the fire for that good-for-nothing.

"Mom, when that knife was thrown at me just now, why didn't you say it was a misunderstanding?"

Shen Jinghong's voice was soft, yet as cold as ice shards in the dead of winter, "He just tried to force me to sleep in the storage room and seize my house. Why don't you say it was a misunderstanding?"

"I..." Liu Cuihua choked, her eyes flickering.

"Now you want to talk to me about family?"

Shen Jinghong suddenly pulled her leg back, not with much force, but with a resolute air, causing Liu Cuihua to fall to the ground again.

"It's too late."

He straightened the wrinkles on his trousers, his tone indifferent:

"Whether it's attempted murder or speculation, it's all part of the law. If you feel wronged, you can go to the military court and beat the drum to appeal, don't come here and wail to me."

"You! You beast! I'm going to report you! I'm going to report you to your workplace!"

Shen Dayong roared with red eyes, raising his cane, but froze in mid-air when he saw the sidearm at the waist of the dark-faced battalion commander next to him.

"Sue me?"

Shen Jinghong laughed, a laugh filled with utter irony.

"Go ahead and sue. But let me remind you, harboring criminals and obstructing law enforcement also lands you in jail. Can your old bones take that much trouble?"

Shen Dayong swayed, caught his breath, and almost passed out.

It's completely over.

This family is completely broken up.

Just as the elderly couple from the Shen family were crying out in despair, a rustling sound suddenly came from the corner.

Zhao Yanzi, who had been hiding against the wall like an ostrich, was now crouching low, carrying her high heels, and tiptoeing towards the courtyard gate.

She is not stupid.

Shen Yaozu is finished. Not only will he lose his chance to become a cadre, but he will also have to go to jail.

The Shen family is finished. They've offended such a powerful figure. How are they going to survive in Beijing now?

If you don't run now, when will you wait?

"Sister-in-law, are you leaving already?"

Shen Jinghong's teasing voice acted like a spell, freezing Zhao Yanzi in place.

She mechanically turned her neck, forcing a smile that was more like a grimace:

"Big...Big brother, what are you saying? Since Yaozu has broken the law, then...then my marriage with him is naturally null and void."

Zhao Yanzi swallowed hard, her survival instinct kicking in, and immediately severed ties with the Shen family:

"We haven't even registered our marriage yet! We're not even officially married! All the despicable things he did have nothing to do with me! I was just fooled!"

After saying that, she spat fiercely at Shen Yaozu on the ground and cursed:

"Pah! What a piece of trash! He made me so happy for nothing! This engagement is off!"

After she finished cursing, she didn't even look back. Barefoot, under the watchful eyes of the soldiers, she dashed out the door like a startled pheasant and disappeared into the night.

"Swallow! Swallow, don't go!"

Shen Yaozu was still screaming his heart out on the truck, but all he got in response was the roar of the engine starting up.

"Boom!"

A military truck spewed out a plume of black smoke, carrying the once arrogant Second Young Master Shen, heading towards an unknown abyss.

The courtyard finally quieted down.

Only the sobs of the elderly Shen couple remained.

Shen Jinghong turned around, her gaze slowly sweeping across the entire courtyard.

Those neighbors who usually enjoyed gossiping, laughing at others, and even those who had just been helping the Shen family to force the issue, all lowered their heads, wishing they could bury their heads in their crotches.

Yi Zhonghai knelt on the ground, cold sweat dripping down his forehead and nose.

Liu Haizhong hunched his neck, trying to minimize his presence.

Yan Bugui closed his eyes and muttered incantations, whether he was praying or plotting how to escape.

"Dear neighbors."

Shen Jinghong spoke up.

His voice wasn't loud, but to everyone who heard it, it sounded like a death-calling judge calling out names.

"Was today's play good?"

No one dared to utter a sound.

The entire place was deathly silent; not a single person dared to breathe loudly.

"I don't have a very good memory, but I'm also very clear about right and wrong."

Shen Jinghong walked up to Yi Zhonghai, looking down at this so-called "moral saint," a cold smile curving his lips:

"You've all seen what happened to Shen Yaozu."

"From now on, if I ever hear even a single bad word about me in this courtyard, or if anyone tries to give my old couple any bad advice..."

He paused, then reached out and gently patted Yi Zhonghai's old face, making a crisp "slap slap" sound.

"Then let's go to the security office and have a good chat about all the 'good deeds' you've done over the years. I imagine none of you have exactly clean hands, right?"

Yi Zhonghai trembled all over, as if his spine had been ripped out, and collapsed to the ground:

"No... I won't dare again! I absolutely won't dare again!"

"From now on, this will be the rule in our department! Anyone who dares to gossip will be the first to face my wrath!"

To kill the chicken as a warning to the monkey.

The effect is remarkable.

These bullies who prey on the weak and fear the strong will kneel before you like dogs and beg for mercy if you are tougher and stronger than them.

Shen Jinghong withdrew her gaze with satisfaction.

The cancerous growth of the Shen family has been completely removed.

The demons and monsters in this courtyard were also subdued.

But this is not enough.

His gaze passed through the crowd, through the mess on the ground, and finally landed on the dark, damp corner of the outbuilding next to the west wing, a place used to store miscellaneous items.

There, a small, pitiful figure was huddled behind a pile of rubble, staring with wide, terrified eyes, trembling.

That's Shen Zhaodi.

She was his younger sister, who lived a life worse than a dog in this family.

The icy coldness in Shen Jinghong's eyes melted in an instant.

He ignored the neighbors who were still kowtowing and begging for mercy, and he ignored the parents who were still crying and wailing.

He straightened his slightly disheveled trench coat, took a few steps, and walked steadily toward that corner.

"Zhao Di".

He crouched down, trying to make his voice sound as gentle as possible, and extended his hand:

"Don't be afraid, I'll take you away."