Reborn in 1950: Shorting the Federal Reserve at the Start

Two hands clasped tightly in the air.

One hand is broad and warm, bearing the calluses from years of holding a pen, a testament to the composure and experience of an elder.

His other hand was long and strong, with distinct knuckles, exuding the vigor and sharpness of youth.

"Kamen-Chenge approximation formula".

Qian Jishi did not let go, but instead, with sharp eyes, he suddenly threw out a technical term that only top aerodynamic scholars would understand.

That was a corrected formula for the compressibility of air in subsonic airflow, which he developed with his mentor Theodore von Kármán while he was in the United States. It is also an indelible milestone in his academic career.

Shen Jinghong smiled.

He felt the force from the palm of the hand and understood the probing and testing in the eyes of the senior.

Boundary layer disturbances in hypersonic flow.

Without any hesitation, or even blinking, Shen Jinghong blurted out: "When the Mach number is greater than 5, the interaction between the shock wave and the boundary layer will lead to a nonlinear increase in aerodynamic heating."

This was the most cutting-edge research topic that Qian Xuesen was studying before returning to China, and it is also the cornerstone of future spaceflight.

Qian Jishi's pupils suddenly contracted.

Not only do they understand, they understand very deeply.

This young man wasn't the kind of bookworm who could only memorize textbooks; he had truly grasped the core principles of aerodynamics.

"Great! What a brilliant example of non-linear exponential growth!"

Qian Jishi released his grip, his scrutinizing gaze instantly transforming into mutual appreciation, even tinged with the ecstatic joy of finding a kindred spirit.

"Heroes emerge from among the young! It seems Marshal Nie wasn't lying to me; you're truly talented."

"Whether something is genuine or not, it's useless to just say it."

Shen Jinghong turned around and pulled the brown leather suitcase that had been placed in the center of the conference table in front of her.

All eyes instantly turned like iron filings drawn to a magnet, glued to the seemingly ordinary leather suitcase.

"Click".

A crisp metallic click rang out, sounding particularly jarring in the quiet conference room.

Shen Jinghong gently lifted the lid of the box with her slender fingers.

There were no glittering treasures, nor any earth-shattering secret weapons.

Inside, there was just a thick stack of drawings, some of which were even yellowed at the edges.

A faint chemical smell, characteristic of blueprint paper, filled the air.

"This is……"

Sitting next to him, Deng Xingbang (Old Deng) subconsciously stood up and craned his neck.

Shen Jinghong didn't keep them in suspense.

He picked up a roll of blueprints from the top, flicked his wrist, and with a "whoosh," the assembly drawing, which was over a meter long, was spread out on the conference table like a scroll.

In the upper right corner of the drawing, the line of red top-secret seals, like a burning flame, instantly ignited everyone's retinas.

**North American Aviation F-86 Sabre**

**(North American Aviation F-86 Sabre)**

The lines are smooth and the structure is precise.

From the shock cone design of the air intake to the airfoil profile of the swept wing, and then to the adjustable convergent blades of the tail nozzle.

Every line, every piece of data, is as clear as if it were just taken off the drawing board.

"hiss--"

A chorus of gasps filled the conference room.

"This...this is..."

The old professor who had just been questioning Shen Jinghong was now trembling with fear, his glasses slipping down to his nose without him even bothering to adjust them. "Is that an American F-86? The 'Sabre' that forced our volunteer army into a corner on the Korean battlefield?"

"It's not just blueprints."

Shen Jinghong's voice was calm, yet every word was like thunder:

"This is its complete set of aerodynamic layout drawings, including wind tunnel blowing data, structural strength calculation sheets, and... the core hot-end component drawings of that J47 turbojet engine."

"In other words, with this, as long as we have enough materials, we can set up the production line tomorrow."

Dead silence.

A deathly silence.

Then came the explosion.

"My God!"

"How is this possible? Americans value this kind of thing more than their own lives. How did you manage to make it?"

"Quick! Get me a magnifying glass! Let me see the structure of this combustion chamber!"

A group of scientific giants who would normally remain calm even in the face of a collapsing mountain had all gone mad.

They swarmed around the blueprint like children who had discovered a priceless treasure. Some used magnifying glasses, some used rulers to measure it, and some were so excited that they trembled and tears streamed down their faces.

It's too precious.

For a country that was extremely poor and couldn't even manufacture propeller planes properly, these blueprints were a ladder to the sky!

Qian Jishi stood on the periphery of the crowd.

He didn't try to squeeze in; he just stared quietly at the blueprint, his eyes gradually reddening. He took off his glasses and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with a faded handkerchief.

He knew all too well what this meant.

This means that China's aviation industry can skip at least twenty years of trial and error and directly enter the jet age!

"A stunning sight..."

Qian Jishi turned around, his voice choked with emotion, "You risked your life to bring this back to us."

"Mr. Qian, this is nothing."

Looking at this group of ecstatic seniors, Shen Jinghong's heart was also filled with excitement.

He walked to the blackboard, picked up a piece of chalk, and wrote two words heavily on it:

**[Beyond]**

"Dear seniors and teachers."

Shen Jinghong turned around, his gaze sharp and his voice clear and resonant:

"I know that everyone's current idea is to copy it, to build this plane as soon as possible and send it to the front lines."

Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at him.

"but!"

Shen Jinghong abruptly changed the subject, his tone revealing a hint of arrogance:

"If we just copy others, we'll forever be left trailing behind and eating their dust! The F-86 is advanced, but it's still just a first-generation jet fighter, and it's subsonic!"

"If we're going to do it, let's do it big!"

He slammed the chalk in his hand onto the blackboard, breaking it in two.

"Now that we have these blueprints and this complete set of industrial data, let's use them as stepping stones! We'll stand on the shoulders of giants and go straight for supersonic speeds!"

"If we're going to build one, we'll build a 'patriotic aircraft' that can fly at twice the speed of sound, at an altitude of 20,000 meters, and that can use the American F-86 as a target!"

The entire audience was stunned.

Supersonic?

Twice the speed of sound?

Isn't this a huge step?

"You...you're confident?" Deng Xingbang couldn't help but ask.

"have!"

Shen Jinghong pointed to his head; that was confidence, and also a sense of self-assurance.

"Because the solution is already here."

Looking at the spirited young man before him, Qian Jishi seemed to see a reflection of his younger self. No, even more arrogant and haughty than he had been back then, but also more confident!

"Good! Good! Good!"

Qian Jishi exclaimed "Good!" three times, his face flushed with excitement. He strode over to Shen Jinghong and slapped him on the shoulder.

"With those words from you, even if we old bones are worn out, it's all worth it!"

Marshal Nie, who had been sitting silently in the corner, finally stood up.

He looked at the room full of passionate scientists, at the blueprints spread out on the table, and with a sweeping gesture, as if commanding troops on a battlefield:

"Stop standing there! Now that Jinghong has paved the way, there's no reason for us not to take it!"

Marshal Nie's gaze swept over everyone, finally settling on Shen Jinghong, and he commanded decisively:

"I hereby announce that Project 501 is hereby officially launched!"

"Now, immediately, right now! Start the meeting!"