Reborn in 1950: Shorting the Federal Reserve at the Start

Above Lop Nur, the dazzling artificial sun radiates boundless light and heat.

The azure plasma churned wildly within the magnetic confinement field, illuminating the entire desert as if it were daytime. Shen Jinghong held Lin Qinghan's hand tightly as they stood before the highest command platform. He gazed at the near-perfect energy output curve on the screen, a haughty, domineering smile playing on his lips.

"Old Chen, what are you standing there for?"

Shen Jinghong turned to look at Chen Weiguo, who was rubbing his hands excitedly to the side, his voice deep yet carrying a domineering aura that could sweep the globe:

"Turn the power back on! Global network integration!"

"Alright! Just you wait and see, Chief!"

Chen Weiguo roared and slammed his hand on the huge green start button.

"Buzz—!!!"

With a low-frequency hum that seemed to resonate with the soul, the room-temperature superconducting grid was instantly and completely activated. An immeasurable amount of pure electrical energy, like a flood bursting its banks, surged at the speed of light into every corner of the land, flowing through the dense underground superconducting network.

The map of China on the big screen lit up instantly.

From the bustling eastern coast to the remote western frontier, countless indicator lights representing energy nodes lit up one after another, dazzling and eye-catching. Then, this unstoppable light crossed national borders, spreading wildly across Asia, Africa, and Europe along the energy artery of the "Blue Star Federation".

The heads of state of those small countries that had just joined the federation, seeing their homes instantly illuminated by thousands of lights, were so moved that they knelt down and kissed the earth. They no longer had to beg and plead for a few barrels of expensive oil.

"Amazing! The output power is stable, and the grid load rate is less than 10%."

Lin Qinghan pushed up his black-rimmed glasses, his cool eyes gleaming with the excitement of a tech fanatic. "The Helium-3 we brought back from the moon has an incredible combustion efficiency. The electricity cost is practically negligible now."

"Free energy, that's the real game-changer."

Shen Jinghong picked up his enamel mug and took a sip, his gaze so deep it was frightening. He stared at the fully illuminated global power grid map on the screen, a cold laugh echoing through him.

"Those foreign devils used to swagger around in front of us every day, relying on the oil wells they owned. Now? I'll just flip the table over!"

Meanwhile, across the ocean, Western energy giants are experiencing an unprecedented apocalyptic catastrophe.

In the oil fields of Texas, the pumping units that had been working tirelessly day and night seemed to have lost their souls in an instant, stopping one after another. In the deserts of the Middle East, the once incredibly wealthy oil tycoons looked at the cups of dark crude oil in their hands, their faces ashen.

"It's ruined... completely ruined!"

A Saudi tycoon slumped in a solid gold chair, trembling like a leaf, exclaiming, "The Chinese have created an artificial sun! Our oil is now so dirty we can't even use it to wipe our bottoms!"

New York, Wall Street trading floor.

This place has completely turned into a frenzied meat grinder. On the big screen, the price curve of international crude oil futures is plummeting at a terrifying vertical angle.

"It's fallen! It's fallen again! It's below ten dollars!"

"Sell! Sell all energy stocks now! Nobody wants oil!"

The traders in red vests screamed in despair, their trading orders flying everywhere like scraps of paper. Those once-arrogant financial tycoons, now pale-faced, clutched their chests and collapsed to the ground.

"Sir! Crude oil futures have fallen below zero! They've turned negative!"

A trader stumbled into the CEO's office, his voice trembling with distress, "Now we're paying others to haul the oil away! We can't even afford the rental fees for the storage tanks!"

"Bang!"

The president of the energy tycoon smashed his whiskey glass, his eyes bloodshot. He knew that the era of exploiting the world by consuming fossil fuels had, at this moment, been abruptly ended by the Chinese.

In the Shenzhou Bureau's command center, Chen Weiguo looked at the intercepted data on the Wall Street crash and grinned from ear to ear.

"Chief, that was a ruthless move! Those capitalists in the US are probably lining up on the rooftop right now, looking for a spot!"

Shen Jinghong put down her teacup and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

He looked at the dazzling artificial sun outside, his eyes revealing an absolute domineering aura that seemed to have seen through the vicissitudes of history.

"The era of making a living by digging up the earth's ancestral graves is completely over."

Shen Jinghong turned her head, looked at Lin Qinghan and Chen Weiguo, and uttered her verdict, word by word:

"From this day forward, humanity's energy will come from the stars."

Just then, the financial monitoring terminal in front of Lin Qinghan suddenly emitted a piercing alarm.

She glanced at the screen, a dangerous smile appearing on her usually cool face.

"Shocking! The collapse of the energy system has triggered a chain reaction. From Wall Street, we can hear cries of despair."

Shen Jinghong raised an eyebrow, a bloodthirsty smirk playing on his lips:

"Oh? Is that so? It seems our dollar hegemony is finally about to take its last breath?"