Reborn in 1950: Shorting the Federal Reserve at the Start

A document, still smelling of fresh ink, was slammed heavily onto the rosewood desk.

The red Song typeface at the beginning of the document was as red as blood and as red as fire.

**[Approval Regarding the Establishment of the Special Equipment Research and Development Bureau of the Commission of Science, Technology and Industry for National Defense]**

Code name: **Project 501**.

External cover name: **"Shenzhou Machinery Bureau"**.

Marshal Nie Rongzhen stood behind the table, his large hands resting on the documents, his eyes fixed intently on the excessively young man in front of him.

"Jinghong, did you see it clearly?"

Marshal Nie's voice was deep and powerful, echoing in the empty office, carrying a sense of solemnity bestowed by history: "From this moment on, you are no longer a simple returned overseas student, nor are you any special advisor."

He picked up the brand-new, still-cool metallic official seal from the table and solemnly handed it to Shen Jinghong.

"You were the first director and chief engineer of the Shenzhou Bureau."

"In this system, you're in charge. No one can control you except me. You can choose the people you need; I'll approve the funding you need; and you can circle the land you need on a map yourself!"

Shen Jinghong reached out and took the official seal.

heavy.

This is not just a lump of copper; it is the key to a great power's strategic achievements, and also the mountain of "national rejuvenation" weighing on his shoulders.

Twenty-four years old.

At the level of a bureau chief.

Holding the imperial sword, he went straight to the ears of the emperor.

Looking across the entire country, or even the whole world, it's hard to find another "director" as young yet so powerful.

"Sir, aren't you afraid that my youthful impetuosity will cause me to mess this up?"

Shen Jinghong toyed with the official seal, a playful smile curving her lips, but her eyes revealed a confidence that made people afraid to look directly at her.

"Did you mess it up?"

Marshal Nie laughed loudly, walked around the table, and patted him hard on the shoulder. "If you can empty the Federal Reserve and bring back the F-86 production line, and still mess things up, then I, Nie Rongzhen, must be blind!"

"Alright, stop joking around. Let's get down to business."

Marshal Nie pointed to the huge military map on the wall, "Have you chosen the territory you wanted?"

Shen Jinghong stopped smiling and walked to the map.

His finger traced the mountains surrounding the capital, finally stopping at a deep valley surrounded by mountains and with a treacherous terrain.

"here."

Press your finger firmly.

"Deep in the Yanshan Mountains, the abandoned No. 3 mining area."

Shen Jinghong turned around, her gaze sharp as lightning:

"Surrounded by mountains on all sides, with only one road in and out, it's a natural air-raid shelter. With a little modification, it could become the best underground factory and top-secret base."

"I want to turn that place into our 'Area 51.' In addition to the thousand engineers in charge of infrastructure, I also need a reinforced regiment of guards."

"no problem!"

Marshal Nie agreed readily, "Chen Weiguo's battalion will be directly assigned to you, and two more battalions will be transferred over. Forget about people, even a fly wanting to fly in will have to be checked for sex first!"

"We have the land, the money, and the security."

Marshal Nie sat back down in his chair, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and looked intently at Shen Jinghong. "The rest is about personnel. The veteran experts will definitely be there to support you, but the main workforce needs to be young people. Do you have any promising talents in mind?"

"have."

Shen Jinghong was prepared.

He took out a list that he had prepared long ago from his pocket and gently placed it on the table.

Marshal Nie picked it up, glanced at it, and immediately frowned.

"This... Jinghong, you're not kidding, are you?"

Nie Shuai pointed to the row of names on the list, looking puzzled. "Most of these... are students still studying at Tsinghua and Harbin Institute of Technology? Some are only juniors? And this one, working as a librarian?"

The list prominently displayed names that would later become household names, but were now completely unknown:

Sun Jiadong (the future father of satellites, currently a student at Harbin Institute of Technology).

Wang Yongzhi (the future chief designer of manned spaceflight, is currently a student at Tsinghua University).

Huang Xuhua (the future father of nuclear submarines, currently working odd jobs at the Shipbuilding Bureau).

……

This is a "Investiture of the Gods" that will make future generations tremble.

But in Marshal Nie's eyes, they were just a group of immature kids who hadn't even graduated yet.

"Sir, when it comes to scientific research, especially groundbreaking technologies, experience can sometimes be a treasure and sometimes a burden."

Shen Jinghong placed his hands on the table, leaned slightly forward, and spoke with an undeniable certainty:

"The veteran experts are in charge of steering the ship, but to make this ship sail fast, we still need these young people who dare to think and act."

"They are indeed students now, greenhorns. But I've seen their exam papers and their dissertations. In their minds, there is the future of our country."

"Just give me three years, no, two years."

Shen Jinghong held up two fingers, his eyes gleaming with fervor. "I can transform these child soldiers into the world's top technological team. At that point, building airplanes won't be a problem; reaching for the moon and capturing turtles in the deepest oceans will be a piece of cake!"

Marshal Nie looked at Shen Jinghong.

He saw in this young man's eyes a vision that transcended his time, a kind of magic that compelled one to believe.

"good!"

Marshal Nie slammed his hand on the table and made a decision, "Since I'm putting you in charge, then you decide who gets to work! Anyone you specifically ask for, whether they're in a school, a factory, or even farming in the fields, I'll bring them over!"

"Making an exception! Issue the transfer order tomorrow!"

"Thank you for your support, sir."

Shen Jinghong withdrew her hand with satisfaction.

With this group of people, the framework of the China National Space Administration has been established. This is a seed, a seed that will grow into a towering tree in the coming decades, protecting the entire Chinese nation.

"but……"

Marshal Nie held up the organizational chart, pointed to a blank space at the top, and a mocking smile appeared on his face:

"Wow, everyone's here. Why is this position still empty?"

Shen Jinghong looked in the direction he was pointing.

**[Director's Office - Confidential Secretary (Special Assistant)]**

That column was blank, as white as snow.

This position is crucial.

It is Shen Jinghong's shadow, his mouthpiece, responsible for handling all the most core top-secret documents, arranging his food, clothing, housing and transportation, and even mastering his "unspeakable" system secrets.

One should not occupy a position unless one has absolute trust in the person.

Only those of exceptional intelligence should reside there.

"This seat is not for the average person."

Shen Jinghong smiled, took out the Parker gold pen from his pocket, and uncapped it.

"I need to find someone who understands secrecy, is good at math, and can keep me in check."

Marshal Nie raised an eyebrow, a "I knew it" look on his face, and picked up his teacup to hide the smile on his lips: "Looks like you already have someone in mind?"

"That's natural."

Shen Jinghong lowered her head, the tip of her pen touching the paper, making a soft rustling sound.

Flowing like clouds and water, powerful and penetrating the paper.

Three elegant characters in regular script leap off the page.

Lin Qinghan.

"No one but her can sit in this position."

Shen Jinghong put away her pen, looked at the name, and a rare tenderness flashed in her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a businesslike seriousness:

"She is one of the top cryptographers in the country, with an exceptional sensitivity to numbers and extremely strong logical thinking skills. Moreover..."

He paused, the image of that aloof figure who had helped him hide blueprints on the ship and stood up for him against scheming women in the courtyard flashed through his mind, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly:

"Besides, we've been through thick and thin together. I trust her completely.

Marshal Nie looked at the name, then at Shen Jinghong's "pretending to be serious" expression, and couldn't help but burst into laughter. His hearty laughter shook the paper windows.

"You're something else! You've only been back in the country a few days, and your 'revolutionary friendship' has already deepened?"

"I think you're not looking for a secretary, you're trying to... what's the term again? An office romance?"

"Sir, your thinking needs to be improved."

Shen Jinghong retorted seriously, without batting an eye, "This is called a powerful alliance, an optimal allocation of resources. Besides, men and women working together makes the work easier."

"screw you!"

Marshal Nie laughed and playfully kicked him, then picked up a pen and heavily signed his name on the transfer order.

"Approved!"

"But let me make this clear from the start: work is work, and feelings are feelings. If this delays the construction of the airplane, I'll hold you responsible!"

"Mission accomplished!"

Shen Jinghong stood at attention, saluted, took the transfer order that still smelled of ink, turned around and strode out of the office.

The night breeze was slightly cool in the corridor outside the door.

But he felt a burning heat all over his body, as if his blood was boiling.

The Shenzhou Bureau was established.

The team was assembled.

Even the "housekeeper" he had been longing for was about to fall into his hands.

Shen Jinghong looked up at the starry sky, folded the transfer order in his hand, and put it close to his heart in the pocket of his chest.

"Lin Qinghan, the great genius Lin."

He whispered softly to the night sky, as if issuing a gentle declaration of war:

"Are you ready to take this? This time, it's a lifetime of 'life imprisonment'."