With three superpowers at his fingertips, he could dominate the 1970s.

Jiang Zhiyu, holding Song Yanzhou's hand, had just reached the courtyard gate when she saw Sister Yang pushing Zhao Lanjun in a wheelchair. The two of them were standing at the gate, smiling at them.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on them, making the scene exceptionally warm.

Jiang Zhiyu inexplicably felt her face getting hot.

She instinctively tried to pull her hand away, but Song Yanzhou gripped it even tighter.

"Why is Grandma out?"

Song Yanzhou pulled Jiang Zhiyu all the way to Zhao Lanjun before letting go, squatting down, and taking Zhao Lanjun's hand in his own, his tone carrying a hint of coquetry.

"You're not fully recovered yet, and it's windy outside."

Zhao Lanjun looked at the two of them with a smile, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes smoothed out.

"Seeing you two walk in like this, wouldn't it be a shame if I missed this view?"

Song Yanzhou immediately replied with a grin, "Grandma is right!"

He stood up, naturally took the wheelchair handle from Yang's hand, and said to Jiang Zhiyu:

"Zhiyu, I went out this afternoon and bought a lot of your favorite foods."

Yang's wife chimed in with a smile:

"Yes, yes, as soon as Yanzhou heard you were coming, he immediately went out to buy things again. I told him I had everything at home, but he said he was worried that what he had at home wouldn't suit your taste."

Jiang Zhiyu glanced at Song Yanzhou and gave him a look that said, "I'm very satisfied."

As if receiving a signal, Song Yanzhou suddenly became incredibly energetic, pushing his wheelchair faster as he eagerly shared his achievement.

As the group entered the main room, Jiang Zhiyu was slightly surprised to see the items on the table.

The table was laden with all sorts of food: various Beijing-style pastries, donkey rolls, meat pies with door nails, Peking duck with thin pancakes and sweet bean sauce, a dish of braised pork buns, a platter of several cold dishes, and even a pot of warm osmanthus plum juice. The rest were also home-cooked dishes made by Sister Yang, all of which looked delicious.

"this……"

Jiang Zhiyu looked at Song Yanzhou with some surprise.

"Didn't you buy too much?!"

Song Yanzhou scratched his head, his ear tips turning slightly red. "I didn't know exactly what you liked to eat, so I bought a few extra things. Try them, and if you don't like them, I'll get something else next time."

Zhao Lanjun, standing beside her, chuckled and urged, "Go wash your hands quickly. Your grandfather has been out all day and hasn't come back yet. I wonder what he's been busy with."

Jiang Zhiyu and Song Yanzhou had just finished washing their hands and returned to the table when they heard a commotion in the courtyard.

It's Song Huaijin and his wife who have returned.

As soon as Chen Guifang entered the door and saw her beloved son, she immediately joked:

"Hey, whose young man is back? We haven't seen you come back to visit your parents much in previous years."

Song Yanzhou looked at his mother helplessly: "Mom, please stop teasing me. Let's eat quickly. The food will get cold soon."

"What's the rush?" Chen Guifang walked up to Jiang Zhiyu with a smile, took her hand, and asked:

"Where did you go today? Did you have fun?"

Jiang Zhiyu nodded. "I had a great time, thank you for your concern, Auntie."

The family then took their seats.

Meanwhile, at a military sanatorium in Kyoto.

Song Bingzheng sat by the hospital bed, watching as his old leader was now able to get out of bed and walk around!

Two weeks ago, this person was still lying in bed and had difficulty speaking. Today, they were actually able to get out of bed and walk around, their complexion had become slightly rosy, and their energy had recovered considerably.

"Old boss, you look much better now."

The old man laughed heartily and patted Song Bingzheng on the shoulder:

"It's all thanks to that stuff you brought! I was able to get out of bed and walk around just half an hour after drinking it! Isn't that amazing?"

Song Bingzheng smiled and said, "As long as it's useful to you, that's fine. Those things are rare and hard to come by."

"That's right." The old man's smile faded, and his expression turned serious. "Bingzheng, I have something I want to tell you."

"Please speak, senior leader."

The old man walked to the window, his back to Song Bingzheng, and said in a low voice:

"A few days ago, we received a secret report from the US. You have no idea how much they lost there... Books from universities, equipment from semiconductor labs, several labs were emptied, and some were even blown up!"

Song Bingzheng was taken aback: "Such a thing actually happened?"

"Absolutely true." The old man turned around, his gaze deep. "I was even gloating at the time, wondering who had done this. But a few days later, I received a list."

"List?"

"It was a division commander in Shanghai who used his connections to get it to me." The old man said, taking a document from the safe and handing it to Song Bingzheng. "Guess what I saw on that list?"

Song Bingzheng took the list and looked down at it.

After only a few glances, his hands began to tremble slightly.

"This...how is this possible..."

The contents of the list made him almost unable to believe his eyes—semiconductor technology data, precision instrument drawings, core data from top laboratories… things he never dared to dream of were all on this list.

The old man looked at his expression and gave a bitter smile:

"I couldn't believe it when I saw it either. So I had to call Commander Li from Shanghai over to confirm it. Guess what happened?"

"What's wrong?"

The old man walked over, patted Song Bingzheng on the shoulder, his expression complex:

"Bingzheng, your family has found a wonderful granddaughter-in-law!"

Song Bingzheng was stunned.

"Old boss, what do you mean by this? What does this have to do with...with our granddaughter-in-law?"

"How can it be alright?" The old man smiled. "This list you're holding was provided by your granddaughter-in-law. As for the items, she said she has them."

Song Bingzheng froze on the spot.

"Are you...are you serious?"

"Why would I lie to you?" the old man sighed. "Bingzheng, I've lived all these years, what storms haven't I weathered? But this is something I truly never expected. Your grandson, without a word, actually brought us such a precious little gem."

Song Bingzheng's mind was buzzing.

He had heard Yanzhou say before that the child was capable. But he never expected that his "capability" would be this great.

This isn't just auspicious smoke rising from the ancestral graves; it's practically a massive fire breaking out at the ancestral graves!

He tried to calm his excited emotions, but then suddenly remembered the important matter at hand.

"Old boss, since you said this document was provided by Zhiyu from our family... then what I'm holding here—"

He pulled a document from his pocket, his expression grave:

"This information was also given to me by that child."

Upon hearing this, the old man immediately became interested: "Oh? What good stuff is it now?"

Song Bingzheng took a deep breath, his voice heavy:

"This isn't anything good. That kid helped us expose a worm—a big worm!"

The old man's expression immediately hardened.

He knew that people's minds had been restless these past two years, and some people liked to put on a show. But for this old fellow Song Bingzheng to look so serious, it must be something important.

Tell me about it.

At this moment, the guard walked in.

"It's time for dinner, sir. What do you think..."

"Old Song, it's not a big deal. Let's talk about it after we finish eating!"

Song Bingzheng thought about it and agreed. It would be better to listen after dinner, so that the old leader wouldn't get so angry that he couldn't even eat.