Reborn in 1950: Shorting the Federal Reserve at the Start

The reception room of the Academy of Sciences was brightly lit.

Shen Jinghong had just stepped across the threshold, and before she could even take a sip of water, she was stopped by the officer on duty.

"Director Shen, why are you so late? Professor Lin left half an hour ago!"

"Gone?"

Shen Jinghong was stunned, almost dropping the trench coat in her hand. "Where did she go? Weren't we supposed to meet here?"

"Professor Lin said that the document was too important and she was worried about leaving it in the reception room. She noticed that you hadn't come and assumed you were tied up with trivial matters at home, so she applied for a jeep and personally delivered it to you with a bodyguard."

The officer added with a look of admiration:

"Professor Lin is so responsible. She said that it is your lifeline and she would only feel at ease if she handed it over to you personally."

"broken!"

Shen Jinghong slapped his thigh, his face instantly turning even uglier than it had been in the courtyard earlier.

Taking responsibility? That's incredibly responsible!

Under normal circumstances, this would just be a beautiful misunderstanding.

But today is different!

What is the current state of No. 95 Nanluoguxiang?

The guards had just raided their house, Shen Yaozu had just been arrested, and those awful parents were crying and wailing, while the neighbors in the yard were like frightened birds.

At this moment, Lin Qinghan, carrying the leather suitcase full of top-secret blueprints, barged into that wolf's den like a little white rabbit.

Just thinking about that scene gave Shen Jinghong a headache.

"Quick! Get the car ready!"

Without bothering to explain, Shen Jinghong turned and ran out, moving as fast as the wind. "Back to Nanluoguxiang! Full speed ahead!"

Chen Weiguo had just parked the car and hadn't even turned off the engine when Shen Jinghong yelled at him, making him jump.

"Sir, didn't we just come out? Did you leave something behind?"

"He's fallen! Someone more important than things!"

Shen Jinghong opened the car door and jumped in, urging, "Drive! Something terrible will happen if we're late! Someone's going to walk right into the lion's den!"

……

At the entrance of courtyard No. 95, Nanluoguxiang.

Night had fallen, and the streetlights in the alley were dim and yellow, casting long shadows.

Although the "guard company arresting people" drama has ended, its lingering effects are still felt. The air still seems to carry a chilling, gunpowder-like atmosphere.

Although the neighbors had all gone home, none of them were asleep. They were all perked up, pressed against the windowsills, still savoring the shock they had just experienced.

Just then.

"boom--"

Two beams of bright white headlights cleaved through the darkness of the alley like sharp swords.

Immediately following was a deep, powerful engine roar.

This sound was different from the loud noise from the truck earlier; it sounded more refined, more sophisticated, and had a touch of modern flair.

"Someone else has arrived?"

Uncle Yan Bugui, the third son of the family in the front yard, was cleaning his glasses inside the house when he heard the noise and dashed to the door.

A dark green military jeep came to a steady stop under the old locust tree at the entrance of the courtyard.

The car door opened.

A foot wearing a small black leather shoe stepped down first.

Immediately following was a tall, slender figure.

Yan Bugui squinted his beady eyes and took a closer look by the light of the street lamp. He immediately gasped and almost broke the arm of his glasses.

Be nice!

Where did this fairy come from?

The woman who came down was dressed in a well-tailored gray Lenin suit, which was perfectly fitted at the waist, making her look slender. Her hair was simply pulled back, revealing her long neck, and she wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses on her nose.

She stood at the entrance of the alley, which was covered in dust and fallen leaves, carrying a heavy, dark brown leather suitcase.

It's like a rare orchid in a secluded valley being suddenly transplanted into a messy vegetable garden.

Out of place.

Yet it was so dazzling that it was impossible to look away.

Lin Qinghan looked up at the mottled and dilapidated vermilion gate and frowned slightly.

Is this Shen Jinghong's home?

The man who was a big shot in the US and had the FBI completely outmaneuvered lives in a place like this.

There seemed to be a faint smell of coal smoke and... a faint smell of blood in the air?

"Comrade, who are you looking for?"

Yan Bugui was indeed shrewd and quick-witted. Judging from the woman's demeanor, even without riding in that Hongqi car, she was definitely not an ordinary person.

He forced a smile and eagerly approached, his eyes darting furtively towards the suitcase.

"I'm the old man in charge of this courtyard. If you're looking for someone, just ask me."

Lin Qinghan withdrew her gaze and glanced at him indifferently.

That gaze was cold and aloof, carrying a unique intellectual arrogance and scrutiny.

Yan Bugui felt a chill run through his body, as if he were being watched by the head of the teaching department, and the smile on his face froze.

"I'm looking for someone."

Lin Qinghan's voice wasn't loud, but it was like shattered jade falling onto a plate, clear and melodious, carrying far and wide through the quiet alleyway.

"Who?" Yan Bugui asked instinctively.

Lin Qinghan pushed up his glasses, parted his thin lips slightly, and uttered three words:

"Shen Jinghong".

These three words were like a depth charge, thrown directly into the fishpond that had just calmed down.

"Whoosh—"

The once quiet courtyard house instantly erupted in chaos.

Behind the paper windows of every household, countless pairs of prying eyes suddenly appeared.

Inside the main room, Liu Cuihua, who was still wiping away tears, suddenly raised her head, forgetting even to cry.

In the west wing, the Jia family mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, who were preparing to go to sleep, also jumped up.

Shen Jinghong?

This living devil, who just sent his whole family to prison and severed ties with his relatives, has no time to leave before this stunningly beautiful woman, who looks like a celebrity in a magazine, comes knocking on his door.

And judging from their posture, they're even carrying a box?

What's going on?

Yan Bugui's eyes darted around rapidly, his mind instantly conjuring up a hundred episodes of a dramatic ethical drama.

Could it be that Shen Jinghong is dating someone in the United States?

This is big news!

"Oh! So you're looking for Jinghong!"

Yan Bugui slapped his thigh, his voice instantly rising eight octaves, as if he wanted the whole alley to hear, "Miss, you've come at a bad time, Jinghong just..."

"Just left."

Lin Qinghan interrupted him, her brows furrowing even more. She keenly sensed a hint of schadenfreude and gossip in the old man's tone.

"Gone?"

"Yes! They just left less than half an hour ago!"

Yan Bugui's eyes darted around, and he deliberately sighed, "Oh dear, you have no idea, something terrible happened in this courtyard just now! Jinghong's family...it was a complete uproar!"

As he spoke, he observed Lin Qinghan's expression, trying to glean some clues from the face of this aloof beauty.

Lin Qinghan's heart skipped a beat.

event?

Was Shen Jinghong being targeted by spies? Or had information about the blueprints been leaked?

She subconsciously gripped the handle of the suitcase, her knuckles turning slightly white, and her eyes instantly sharpened, her scholarly air as a female scientist replaced by a vigilance akin to that of a secret agent.

"What's the big deal?" she asked coldly.

"this……"

Just as Yan Bugui was about to embellish his account of how Shen Jinghong "sacrificed his own family for the greater good," he was interrupted by a series of hurried footsteps.

The moon gate of the intermediate courtyard rang.

Qin Huaihua, wearing a floral cotton-padded jacket and with her hair still not properly combed, hurriedly ran out.

She saw everything clearly through the crack in the window just now.

This woman is so beautiful.

She was so beautiful that even she, a woman who considered herself the "flower of the alley," felt a deep sense of insecurity. And judging by her aura and the Jeep, she was definitely someone important!

She hadn't even had a chance to make a move on Shen Jinghong, that rich and handsome man, how could she let someone else steal him away?

"Oh my, where did this young lady come from?"

Qin Huaihua swayed over, smiling before she even spoke. Her peach blossom eyes swept over Lin Qinghan, carrying a hint of sour hostility.

"You've come to see Jinghong so late, is there something urgent? I'm his sister-in-law, you can tell me whatever it is."

As she spoke, she actually reached out to grab Lin Qinghan's arm, and even wanted to touch the leather suitcase that looked very valuable.

"Snapped!"

Lin Qinghan took a half step back, avoiding her hand.

The movement was swift and decisive, as if it were dodging something dirty.

She looked at the woman in front of her, who was covered in dust and had a glint in her eyes, and then at Yan Bugui, who looked calculating, standing next to her.

Is this the home that Shen Jinghong risked her life to return to?

Is this what he calls "relatives" and "neighbors"?

Lin Qinghan suddenly felt a pang of sympathy for the man who had been chatting and laughing with her on the boat.

"Don't touch me."

She raised her head, her gaze as cold as ice and snow, piercing directly into Qin Huaihua's eyes:

"Also, don't randomly claim relatives."

"Shen Jinghong doesn't have a sister-in-law, and as far as I know, he doesn't have a neighbor like you... who reeks of green tea."