Reborn in 1950: Shorting the Federal Reserve at the Start

As Shen Jinghong stepped out of the heavily guarded warehouse, he felt as if the air outside had changed.

Before, he was fighting alone, dancing on the edge of a knife.

And now, the entire nation stands behind him.

Marshal Nie did not personally see him off, because the shock he had just experienced was too great. The old man was lying on the wing of the F-86, looking at it with a magnifying glass while shedding tears, and he refused to leave no matter who tried to pull him away.

The man who escorted Shen Jinghong out was a burly, dark-faced man with a fierce look on his face, who looked at everyone as if they were spies.

This man is Chen Weiguo, the battalion commander of the First Battalion of the Guard Regiment, and also known as "Crazy Chen".

"Sir, please get in the car."

Chen Weiguo opened the back door of the gleaming Hongqi sedan with the precision of someone performing a military parade. He had changed his address for Shen Jinghong from "comrade" to "commander," and his eyes revealed a fanatical desire to worship Shen Jinghong.

Marshal Nie just gave a direct order.

The one in front of us is now the apple of the nation's eye, a "first-class protected species" that must be protected like a giant panda.

"Battalion Commander Chen, don't be so serious."

Shen Jinghong got into the car, smiled, and waved her hand. "I'm just a tech guy, not a porcelain doll that'll break if you touch me."

"Marshal Nie said that you are much more precious than a porcelain doll."

Chen Weiguo sat in the passenger seat, turned around, and said with a serious expression, "If you lose even a single hair, I'll have to go see Marshal Nie with my head. From now on, all the soldiers of the First Guard Battalion will protect your safety 24 hours a day."

As he spoke, he growled into the walkie-talkie:

"Attention all units! Departure at target! Level 1 alert!"

"boom--"

With the roar of engines, the convoy slowly started moving.

This is no ordinary convoy.

Two jeeps led the way at the front and two at the back, with a bulletproof Hongqi sedan in the middle, followed by two large trucks covered with tarpaulins.

Pedestrians on the roadside turned their heads to guess which important person was in the car.

Shen Jinghong leaned back in the soft leather seat, toying with the small red notebook that Nie Shuai had just given him.

**[Special Advisor to the Commission of Science, Technology and Industry for National Defense]**

This is his new identity.

Don't be fooled by the seemingly empty title; open the inner pages and you'll find a line of small, stamped text that's enough to make any local official's legs go weak:

*“Certificate holders can mobilize local police and military personnel to assist in their work. In emergency situations, they possess the authority to make arbitrary decisions.”*

This is the imperial sword.

This is the privilege of acting first and reporting later.

"Battalion Commander Chen."

Shen Jinghong closed the ID card, tucked it into her pocket, and looked at the rapidly receding street scene outside the window. She asked calmly, "Did you have your men change into civilian clothes?"

"It's been changed."

Chen Weiguo nodded. "As you instructed, the third platoon has changed into worker's clothes, and the second platoon has changed into street vendor's clothes. They have already infiltrated the vicinity of Nanluoguxiang. The snipers have also taken up the high ground. If even a fly in that courtyard dares to harm you, I guarantee it won't fly more than three meters."

"Don't be so nervous, they're just some ordinary people who've never seen the world."

Shen Jinghong smiled, a hint of mockery flashing in her eyes. "I'm going to handle family matters, not to suppress bandits. If I bring tanks in, the show will fall apart."

"yes!"

Although Chen Weiguo didn't understand why this great scientist would act with a group of scoundrels, a soldier's duty is to obey.

The convoy soon entered the familiar alleyway area.

When they were two streets away from Nanluoguxiang, Shen Jinghong stopped the car.

"Alright, let's stop here."

He opened the car door, straightened his collar, and put his elegant gold-rimmed glasses back on his nose. In an instant, the ruthless tycoon who had just been pointing fingers at the world disappeared, replaced by a somewhat down-on-his-luck, somewhat bookish "overseas returnee."

"You all follow behind. No one is allowed to show their face without my signal."

Shen Jinghong gave the order.

"yes!"

With a wave of his hand, Chen Weiguo's convoy quickly disappeared into a nearby alley. Dozens of elite soldiers, like mercury spilling onto the ground, silently blended into the surrounding crowd, yet maintained their encirclement of Shen Jinghong.

Shen Jinghong carried the tattered leather suitcase and walked alone into Nanluoguxiang.

As the sun sets, the aroma of food wafts through the alleyways.

Elderly men and women sat at the doorway, fanning themselves with palm-leaf fans, while children ran and played wildly. Everything looked so peaceful and full of life.

But Shen Jinghong knew that this was just the calm before the storm.

He walked step by step toward the gate of No. 95 courtyard, his footsteps crunching on the fallen leaves. With each step, the smile on his lips grew colder.

Some people are shameless.

Some people choose the path to hell over the path to heaven.

Since you want to push things to the extreme, then I'll grant your wish.

Just as she reached the courtyard gate, before even stepping inside, Shen Jinghong stopped in her tracks.

His gaze fell on the old locust tree outside the courtyard gate.

There was a jumble of things piled up haphazardly on the muddy ground there.

There were several torn books, a few old clothes covered in footprints, and a worn but clean enamel basin—the basin he had used for over a decade.

These are all his luggage.

These were the luggage he had just left in the house, intending to take with him that night.

Now, it's been thrown outside the gate like trash, left to be trampled on.

"They were pretty quick."

Shen Jinghong glanced at the "Fundamentals of Aerodynamics" book rustling in the wind on the ground, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. He didn't bend down to pick it up, but instead looked up at the yard.

The courtyard gate was wide open.

The place was bustling with activity, as if some major project was underway.

"Hey! Be careful! Don't break the bed leg!"

"Move it to the left! Yes, yes, yes! Move that desk out of the way, it's in the way! That's the boss's junk, just throw it away!"

Shen Yaozu's arrogant and domineering voice could be heard from a great distance.

Shen Jinghong stepped over the threshold and entered the Intermediate People's Court.

Shen Yaozu was standing on the steps, a cigarette dangling from his lips, like a foreman, directing two street thugs he'd found from who-knows-where to carry things out of the main house.

What was moved out were all of Shen Jinghong's belongings.

Desks, chairs, bookshelves... one by one, were roughly thrown in the yard, smashed to pieces.

Meanwhile, a brand-new, red-lacquered double wedding bed was being carried into the room by several people shouting.

That was Shen Yaozu's wedding bed.

"Hey, second brother, you're pretty busy, aren't you?"

Shen Jinghong stood amidst the mess, her hands in her trench coat pockets, a cryptic smile on her face, her voice as soft as if she were greeting an old friend.

Shen Yaozu was startled. When he turned around and saw that it was Shen Jinghong, the panic on his face instantly turned into smugness.

He spat out the cigarette butt from his mouth, pointed into the room with his uninjured finger, and said with an air of matter-of-fact composure:

"Brother, you're back just in time!"

"I figured since you're not living here anymore, the house's just sitting idle. I had Yanzi pick an auspicious day, so we'll move the new bed in tonight to bring good luck."

"As for your junk..."

Shen Yaozu kicked the bookshelf beside his feet, making a crisp sound:

"I've made room for you, you're welcome!"