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

Even though it was late, Zhang Jisheng and Zhong Changqing were still very enthusiastic and strode towards the military compound.

Song family.

After the whole family finished dinner, Song Bingzheng pushed open the door and came in looking exhausted.

Song Huaijin quickly stepped forward and asked with concern:

"Dad, how are you? Why do you look so tired? Have you eaten?"

Song Bingzheng waved his hand:

"It's nothing, I already ate with my former boss at the sanatorium. Have you all eaten yet?"

When he said this, his gaze was specifically directed at Jiang Zhiyu.

Jiang Zhiyu smiled and nodded at him:

"I've already eaten, thank you Grandpa Song."

Song Bingzheng walked up to Jiang Zhiyu and lowered his voice:

"Don't worry, child. That person has probably already started making moves."

Hearing this, Jiang Zhiyu felt relieved and nodded slightly.

Although Song Yanzhou didn't know exactly what his grandfather had gone to do, he roughly understood what it meant after hearing this. He didn't ask any more questions, but simply stood quietly beside Jiang Zhiyu.

Seeing that the whole family was gathered together, Sister Yang brewed two pots of tea and cut some fruit to bring over.

"Don't all stand there, sit down and let's talk."

The group then sat down.

This matter was quite significant, and Song Bingzheng didn't say much in this setting. He picked up his teacup, took a sip, and then asked Jiang Zhiyu:

"Zhiyu, I haven't asked yet, how old are you now?"

He was shocked and frightened when he heard about Jiang Zhiyu's affairs from his former boss. Now, he was unconsciously very cautious when speaking to Jiang Zhiyu.

Jiang Zhiyu smiled:

"I'm already eighteen."

Song Bingzheng paused for a moment, his hand holding the teacup still.

Eighteen years old.

A person dared to go abroad, bring back so much equipment, and incidentally uncover a major corrupt official in China.

Moreover, she was even lured home by her own grandson.

He looked at Jiang Zhiyu, then at Song Yanzhou, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

This time, their ancestral graves didn't just emit green smoke; they were directly engulfed in flames.

Zhao Lanjun, watching Song Bingzheng's expression, chuckled and teased:

"Old man, what's with that look on your face? Did you find a treasure?"

"It's more than just finding a treasure." Song Bingzheng put down his teacup, shook his head with a sigh, "It's like finding a mountain of gold."

Chen Guifang shook her head with a smile beside her:

"Grandpa, please don't frighten Zhiyu."

Jiang Zhiyu simply sat there quietly, a faint smile on her lips, without saying a word.

Song Yanzhou glanced at her discreetly, and only when he saw that she looked natural did he breathe a sigh of relief.

Everyone had finished chatting, and seeing that it was getting dark, it was time to go to sleep.

Zhao Lanjun yawned:

"Alright, everyone, get some rest. Zhiyu must be tired after running around all day, and Yanzhou just got back too."

Everyone was getting ready to get up and go to sleep—

"Knock knock knock—"

There was a knock on the door.

Chen Guifang went over to open the door and was immediately stunned.

"Old Dean? What brings you and Elder Zhang here so late?"

Standing outside the door were Zhang Jisheng and Zhong Changqing.

The two men laughed and joked with Chen Guifang:

"If anything comes up, we'll find Old Song."

As he spoke, he squeezed in.

Upon entering the house, the two saw that the Song family was all there, as well as a little girl they had never seen before.

Zhong Changqing's eyes lit up when he saw the little girl:

"Hey! Little girl, what are you doing at the Song family's house?"

Jiang Zhiyu heard the sound and looked up.

What a small world!

Isn't this Dean Zhong, whom I met on the train last time?

Zhang Jisheng and the Song family looked at each other, not knowing what was going on.

Zhong Changqing then raised his voice and began to explain:

"Let me tell you! Last time I was on a business trip out of town, I received an urgent order to come back and treat my old boss. I was spotted by spies the moment I boarded the train!"

"They probably wanted to stop me from coming back to treat my old boss, so they boarded the train with explosives! If it weren't for this young lady's resourcefulness, none of you would be seeing me right now!"

Upon hearing this harrowing scene, the Song family members looked at Jiang Zhiyu with concern.

Jiang Zhiyu said helplessly:

"It's all in the past, and we're both doing fine, aren't we?"

Zhong Changqing realized what was happening and nodded repeatedly:

"Yes, yes, it's all in the past. All thanks to this little girl!"

Zhang Jisheng, however, went straight to the point, looking at Song Bingzheng:

"Bingzheng, tell me, do you still have any ginseng left? And what exactly is that medicinal ingredient you're using?"

As soon as Song Bingzheng saw the two men arrive, he knew why they had come.

Especially Zhang Jisheng, who almost stole his wife's ginseng last time.

But this time, he really did have some at home. However, the ginseng was so precious that he didn't want to take it out. Especially since it was a gift from Jiang Zhiyu, and Jiang Zhiyu was right there; how could he possibly take it out?

He glanced at Jiang Zhiyu, then said:

"there is none left."

"How can we not have any!" the two immediately exclaimed anxiously. "We don't need yours, we just want to see how effective the medicine is! We really just want to see how effective it is! And also to help Comrade Zhao revise the prescription."

Song Bingzheng put on a stern face:

"There really aren't any left."

Zhang Jisheng became anxious:

"Old Song! You're not being fair! Just give us two, just two whiskers, and we'll study them! And that medicinal guide, just give us two drops! We'll go back and study it!"

Seeing that his two old friends had gone this far, Lao Song glanced at Jiang Zhiyu again.

Zhang Jisheng then realized what was happening, while Zhong Changqing had already been suspicious—the drug the girl had given them on the train last time was very effective, but unfortunately they only gave them a little, and they had already used it all up.

Seeing Lao Song frequently glancing at Jiang Zhiyu, he understood: the ginseng, or rather the medicinal ingredient, came from this girl.

Zhong Changqing turned to Jiang Zhiyu, his tone becoming more amiable:

"Little girl, look how deep our connection is. You saved my life on the train, and I have some good things at home that I'll bring to you tomorrow as a way of repaying your life-saving grace."

Jiang Zhiyu quickly waved her hand:

"No, no need."

She thought for a moment, then said seriously:

"You want the medicinal herbs, or rather, the medicinal catalyst... The herbs are just ordinary herbs, only slightly more potent. As for the catalyst, it's simply a mixture of various precious herbs and some special ingredients."

She paused, then said frankly:

"I doubt you'd be able to figure it out either."

Seventeen was thinking to himself:

"Even if you give them 100 years, they still won't be able to figure it out. That spiritual spring water is considered quite high-end even in our world. Of course, there are exceptions in certain worlds."

Jiang Zhiyu ignored Seventeen and continued:

"However, I can give you some of this stuff; you can study it yourselves."

After saying that, she went upstairs.

Two minutes later, she came down, holding a bottle of liquid diluted with spiritual spring water, and then she took a ginseng root.

"Grandpas, we really don't have any more. This is all we can offer you."

Song Bingzheng, watching from the side, was heartbroken and his heart was pounding.

Good stuff, and those two old guys just snatched it away.

The two of them stared at the plump ginseng root, their eyes practically glowing with excitement.

They all hurriedly reached out to take it.

Jiang Zhiyu handed the items to them.

The two of them took it and were so fond of it that they kept smelling and looking at it, muttering to themselves:

"Look at the ginseng pattern..."

"This head, these ginseng roots..."

"And this medicinal ingredient, smell this aroma..."

"Hmm, refreshing and sweet, unlike anything ordinary..."

It took them a while to realize that it was already late at night.

They looked at the Song family members with embarrassment:

"I'm sorry to bother you so late at night."

Song Bingzheng glared at them irritably:

"Sorry? You have the nerve to say sorry? Get out of here! Don't I know you two? You're unlikely to sleep tonight."

The two men chuckled awkwardly and carried the medicinal herbs and spring water as they walked out.

Upon reaching the door, Zhang Jisheng quickly turned around and said to Jiang Zhiyu:

"Thanks, girl! I'll come over tomorrow with a thank-you gift!"

Jiang Zhiyu quickly replied:

"No need, Grandpa."

Song Bingzheng stopped Jiang Zhiyu and shouted towards the door:

"It must be delivered! You have to deliver it by tomorrow!"

He's still feeling the pinch. He won't feel right unless he gets their good stuff.

Jiang Zhiyu looked at Grandpa Song with amusement.

I never expected that these old men could have such a rare friendship.

When you get old, it's hard to find a true friend.

While everyone else went upstairs to sleep, the night in Beijing was just beginning.

Military vehicles drove silently through the streets, and people were taken away in droves.

Those who were once arrogant and domineering have all fallen into the net tonight.

Some were woken up from their sleep, some were dragged out of bed, and some tried to argue but were rendered speechless in the face of irrefutable evidence.

And all of this is just the beginning.