Reborn in 1950: Shorting the Federal Reserve at the Start

Holding the book "Formulation of Nickel-Based High-Temperature Alloys," Old Li's large, calloused hands, usually accustomed to crucible tongs, trembled as if he were having a Parkinson's attack.

Before he could even recover from those rows of chemical symbols that could change the fate of the nation's industry, Shen Jinghong made another move.

He was like a vendor having a clearance sale, pulling out one book after another from his seemingly empty but actually bottomless briefcase.

"Snapped!"

A thick booklet with oil stains on its cover was slammed onto the table, stirring up a ring of fine dust.

**7075 Aerospace Aluminum Alloy: End-to-End Process Control from Melting to Extrusion**

The next one follows immediately.

"Snapped!"

**Titanium Alloy Machining Challenges and Cutting Fluid Proportioning Guide**

"Snapped!"

**Specifications for Vacuum Heat Treatment of High-Strength Landing Gear Steel**

The dull thud of each book hitting the table was like a heavy hammer blow to the hearts of all the experts present, making their hearts race and their breathing difficult.

"Elder Li, and all the other seniors."

Shen Jinghong tossed the last repair manual, which was as thick as a brick, onto the top of the pile of books, clapped his hands, and smiled so brightly it was almost "infuriating":

"I know our family isn't well-off, our stove is broken, and our workers aren't very skilled. Theoretical innovation is something for another ten or eight years. We can't afford to wait that long now."

He pointed to the pile of books, his tone as casual as if he were asking what to have for dinner:

"So, I didn't use the kind of theoretical data that can only be produced in a laboratory. These are all front-line production manuals from the US... oh no, from the major US defense contractors."

Old Li suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with disbelief: "A front-line production manual?"

"Yes, the kind that the master craftsmen in the workshop use."

Shen Jinghong pushed up his glasses, a sly glint in his eyes:

"What's written here isn't 'how to do it,' but 'how to do it.'"

"The furnace temperature must be controlled at a certain temperature, and the error cannot exceed a certain number of degrees; the holding time must be a certain number of minutes, not even a second more; the type of oil used for quenching and the oil temperature must be specified; even whether the stirring is clockwise or counterclockwise is clearly written down."

Brute force attack.

This is the simplest, most direct, and most effective solution to the pain point of China's current weak industrial base.

I'm not going to explain the principles to you.

I won't talk to you about molecular structure either.

I'm telling you, just follow what's written in the book! Even if you're using a makeshift blast furnace, even if you're a farmer who's just put down your hoe, as long as you strictly follow every step, the product will be qualified aviation aluminum!

"this……"

A chemical engineering expert trembled as he opened the cutting fluid guide.

After just one glance at the formula, the professor, who was over fifty years old, burst into tears.

"The additive ratio that I couldn't figure out no matter how hard I tried, they just wrote it down on the first page... and even listed the substitute ingredients! Turns out it's sulfonated castor oil... no wonder we couldn't get it right no matter how we tried before!"

"This isn't scientific research!"

Another elderly professor took off his glasses, wiping away tears while laughing like a child who had received candy, his voice trembling:

"This is clearly copying homework using the standard answer! We used to be feeling our way across the river, one step at a time, encountering one obstacle after another. Now, Jinghong has built the bridge for us!"

The atmosphere in the meeting room completely changed.

All the previous heaviness, depression, and self-doubt were thrown to the winds.

Instead, there was an almost frenzied joy and a strange sense of exhilaration from "cheating".

What is the most feared thing in scientific research?

The worst thing is going in the wrong direction, the worst thing is bumping into a dead end and getting hurt.

Now it's great, someone has turned on the streetlights, put up the road signs, and even prepared a car for you. All you have to do is step on the gas.

"Engineer Shen, is this data... reliable?"

Despite the excitement, some people still maintained their usual cautiousness, after all, this happiness came too suddenly. "After all, it's a core American secret, what if it's fake, or a strategic deception..."

"No doubt about it."

Shen Jinghong waved his hand, directly interrupting the expert's concerns.

He straightened up, his tone conveying a convincing certainty, a deep understanding of his formidable opponent:

"This is an operation that the US spent tens of billions of dollars, bombed hundreds of prototypes, and sacrificed countless test pilots to achieve. They have already scored full marks and passed the real combat test in the Korean War."

"All we need to do is change the name on the test paper, and the points are ours."

He surveyed the entire room, a haughty smile playing on his lips:

"If we can copy homework with perfect answers and still make mistakes, it just means we're not smart, not that the homework is wrong. Surely we're not that stupid, right, fellow learners?"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Laugh out loud.

But there was no embarrassment in that laughter, only the exhilarating feeling of triumph.

What's wrong with copying homework?

If we fall behind, we will be attacked. In order to avoid being attacked and to reduce the bloodshed of our soldiers, let alone copying homework, we should pluck all the feathers off that bald eagle to make feather dusters. That would be perfectly reasonable!

"Give me three months with these!"

Old Li clutched the formula book tightly, as if it were his lifeblood. His cloudy eyes gleamed with a sharp light. "Within three months, I guarantee I'll produce the first batch of qualified turbine blades! If I can't, I'll twist my head off and use it as a football!"

"Great! With Elder Li's words, our engine now has a heart!"

Just as everyone was immersed in this huge surprise and couldn't wait to rush into the laboratory and get to work,

Lin Qinghan, who had been sitting silently in the corner, suddenly stood up.

Today she wore a smart Lenin suit, and the black-rimmed glasses on her nose concealed the fatigue in her eyes, but could not hide her cool and sharp aura.

"Dear teachers, please don't be too happy yet."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it was like an ice cube in a bowl of ice water—crisp and calm—instantly silencing the boiling conference room.

"Homework alone is not enough."

Everyone looked at her.

Lin Qinghan pushed up her glasses, her cold gaze sweeping across the room. Then she extended her slender finger, pointed at Shen Jinghong, and then pointed out the dark western suburbs outside the window.

"Besides these blueprints and formulas, Shen Jinghong also brought back the 'pen' for doing homework."

"A pen?" Everyone was taken aback.

"Lockheed's five-axis CNC machine tool, Pratt & Whitney's engine test bench, Boeing's wind tunnel control components, and a complete skin stretching machine..."

She paused, looking at the pairs of eyes that were about to pop out again, a very faint smile curving her lips, and with a tone as calm as if she were saying "we're having cabbage tonight," she delivered the fatal blow:

"A total of more than 3,000 tons of equipment is currently lying in a top-secret warehouse in the western suburbs. As long as the power is connected, we can start work tomorrow."

"boom!"

If what happened before was just a pleasant surprise, then this is a thunderclap.

Thunderstruck!

They even brought back machine tools?

Is it a five-axis linkage? That's a precious item that's absolutely embargoed on the COCOM list!

"This...this..."

Qian Jishi stared wide-eyed, speechless for a long time. He had thought that Shen Jinghong bringing back the blueprints was the limit, but he never expected that this kid would actually take over the entire production line?

How can this be considered returning to serve one's country?

This is clearly a case of bringing over the industrial assets of the Americans to us!

Then why bother with research and development?

This is already in mass production!

"Take off!"

Marshal Nie Rongzhen, who had remained calm and composed despite his excitement, could no longer sit still.

He suddenly stood up.

The chair scraped across the floor with a piercing screech, sounding particularly alarming in the otherwise quiet conference room.

He looked at Shen Jinghong, and his tiger-like eyes, which had been tempered by war and commanded thousands of troops, were now burning with a fierce fire.

He knew that the opportunity for China to take off had truly arrived.

This time, it's not about overtaking on a curve.

They simply changed the track!

"Snapped!"

Marshal Nie slammed his hand heavily on the table, making the teacup lids bounce wildly. The sound was as loud as a bell, carrying an overwhelming aura of dominance.

"Don't just stand there!"

"Now that we have the blueprints, the materials, and even the equipment, what are we waiting for? Are we going to wait for the Americans to fly their planes over our heads and take a dump?"

Marshal Nie's gaze swept across the entire field like lightning, finally settling on that excessively young figure who had repeatedly created miracles.

His eyes were filled with unprecedented trust and decisiveness.

"I propose it!"

"Immediately establish a new department, independent of the existing staff, and classify it as top secret! We must concentrate the nation's resources to make full use of these treasures!"

"If we're going to do it, let's make a huge splash! Build that supersonic plane! Let the world see how tough the Chinese people are!"

He stretched out his large hand, pointed at Shen Jinghong, and spoke in an unquestionable tone, as if issuing a military order:

"Shen Jinghong!"

"You take on this responsibility!"

"This bureau chief position belongs to no one but you!"