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

The two strolled through the park in this tranquil setting and ambiguous atmosphere.

As the sun set, darkness gradually fell. The people in the park slowly dispersed, leaving only the streetlights lighting up one by one, casting long shadows of the two people.

They randomly picked a state-run restaurant and had dinner. Then the two got up and headed towards the military compound.

On my way home, it was getting dark and there were hardly any pedestrians on the road.

Song Yanzhou grew increasingly bold.

He casually took Jiang Zhiyu's hand and led her all the way back to the military compound.

At the entrance of the military compound, the guards saw the two approaching from afar, paused for a moment, and then immediately stood at attention and saluted.

Song Yanzhou took Jiang Zhiyu's hand, nodded, and continued walking inside.

His palms were burning hot and sweaty, but he wouldn't let go of her hand no matter what.

Jiang Zhiyu did not break free.

He led her all the way to the Song family's door.

Pushing open the door, the living room was brightly lit.

Everyone came back.

Zhao Lanjun sat in a wheelchair, holding a newspaper. Song Huaijin and Chen Guifang sat beside her. Sister Yang was tidying up her things.

Seeing the two enter side by side, holding hands, the expressions on the faces of the others instantly became subtle.

Chen Guifang's eyes lit up.

Zhao Lanjun put down the newspaper, and the corners of her mouth curved into a smile.

Song Huaijin coughed and turned to look at the calligraphy and paintings on the wall.

Jiang Zhiyu felt a slight flush on her face as she looked at the expressions on this family's faces.

She looked at Song Bingzheng, who immediately understood what she wanted to know.

"Zhiyu, come upstairs with me!"

Song Yanzhou stared longingly at Jiang Zhiyu, reluctant to let go of her hand.

Song Bingzheng said helplessly:

"Yanzhou, if you want to know more, come on up!"

Then he went upstairs to the study.

Jiang Zhiyu and Song Yanzhou exchanged a glance. Jiang Zhiyu gently pulled her hand away from his, her ears turning slightly red.

"Let's go."

The two followed Song Bingzheng upstairs.

-–-

In the study, Song Bingzheng sat behind his desk and gestured for Jiang Zhiyu to sit down.

Song Yanzhou followed them in and stood next to Jiang Zhiyu.

Jiang Zhiyu sat opposite him, looking at Song Bingzheng with some anticipation.

Song Bingzheng found her appearance somewhat amusing.

This little girl is so efficient when she beats and ties people up, but now when she's questioning him about a case, she looks so anxious. She doesn't seem like the kind of girl who would beat people up at all.

He began to speak:

"I know you want to know what happened next. I made a special trip to the nursing home again today."

"Everyone who should have been arrested has been arrested, but the interrogation isn't over yet."

Song Bingzheng paused, his tone becoming serious:

"This case has far-reaching implications. If we investigate thoroughly, it could take several months to half a year to get to the bottom of it. Those people have already been arrested; just wait for the results."

Hearing this, Jiang Zhiyu breathed a sigh of relief.

She thought for a moment, then suddenly asked:

"Grandpa Song, what about Shanghai..."

Song Bingzheng looked at her, gesturing for her to continue.

"When I interrogated the Su family, they mentioned a Director Wang in Shanghai. Although Su Qiming was the one who was greedy first when my parents were sent to the countryside, the entire execution process was handled by that Director Wang from Shanghai." She thought of what Su Ran had said, and realized that Director Wang absolutely could not be let go.

Upon hearing this, Song Bingzheng frowned slightly and pondered for a moment.

"Director Wang..."

He thought for a moment, then said:

"It's still in the preliminary hearing stage, so they can't escape either. This case has a wide reach; basically, anyone involved is in serious trouble."

He looked at Jiang Zhiyu and comforted her:

"I'll tell you when I get more news from over there."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Zhiyu breathed a sigh of relief.

---

The old man found her expression somewhat amusing.

The young girl is only eighteen years old, yet she has to shoulder such a heavy responsibility.

He thought of what his former leader had told him today—the detailed information, the clear logic, the conclusive evidence, and the family that had been tied up so neatly…

I find this little girl's personality increasingly endearing.

Unexpectedly, this obedient little girl in front of him was also ruthless in hitting and tying people up.

He said to Jiang Zhiyu seriously:

"Zhiyu, there's one more thing."

"The old commander is quite curious about you and wants to meet you."

"The list of things you brought back from the US last time, Commander Li also managed to get it to the old commander through layers of connections. The old commander is getting increasingly curious, and he said he wants to meet you these past few days."

"When are you free? I'll take you there."

Jiang Zhiyu was secretly delighted.

Oh, my old chief.

Who wouldn't want to see him?

She was still a little excited.

"Grandpa Song, you can decide for me. I'll be free around the clock."

She paused, then added:

"Once things are settled here, I want to go back to Kaoshantun."

"OK."

Song Bingzheng nodded:

"I've already spoken with the sanatorium, and I'll take you there to see the old commander."

Jiang Zhiyu was overjoyed.

Song Yanzhou, who was standing next to her, was also happy for Jiang Zhiyu.

The old commander, he only saw him when he was a child. He hasn't seen him since he went to Shanghai to join the army.

My wife is really something.

Even that old commander wanted to meet her.

Seeing that the two were lost in thought, Song Bingzheng shook his head:

"Alright, you guys should get some rest. You must be tired after a long day of shopping!"

"Okay, Grandpa."

The two left the study and walked towards their respective rooms.

Song Yanzhou stopped in his tracks as he approached Jiang Zhiyu's door.

Jiang Zhiyu also stopped and turned to look at him.

"……See you tomorrow."

Song Yanzhou said, his voice somewhat soft.

"Okay, see you tomorrow."

Jiang Zhiyu smiled and pushed open the door to enter the room.

---

Back in her room, Jiang Zhiyu closed the door, leaned against it, and let out a long sigh of relief.

Seventeen popped into my mind at that moment:

"Host! That old commander actually wants to see you! Have you thought about what to say?"

"He's a man of great destiny in this world!"

"You absolutely must shake his hand; try and share in his good fortune!"

Jiang Zhiyu asked, somewhat amused:

"Seventeen, luck is something you can't see or touch, how can I get a piece of it?"

"Oh dear, host, you don't understand!"

Seventeen was jumping up and down in her mind:

"Everyone has a different kind of luck! And the aura around them is also different! Just like energy, some people have positive energy and you feel happy when you're with them, while others are full of negative energy. You'll feel unhappy when you're with such people, and it will even lower your own energy. Meeting this person, their energy aura will also affect those around them!"

"You're also one of the most fortunate! Think about it, since you transmigrated! The changes in the people and those around you—not to mention your parents and your godparents!"

You absolutely must shake hands!

Jiang Zhiyu shook her head with amusement:

"Okay, I'll definitely shake your hand."

"Why are you even more excited than I am?"

"Host, this person with great fortune is different from the others. Even among high-ranking leaders, those from abroad can't compare to this old leader."

"These things are rather mystical; it's best to just keep it to yourself."

Seventeen's voice gradually faded, as if she was going to study something.

Jiang Zhiyu smiled, walked to the window, and opened it.

A night breeze blew in, carrying a hint of coolness.

She gazed at the starry sky outside the window, a slight smile curving her lips.

Tomorrow, I will be able to see that old commander.

That person who supposedly has seen all sorts of storms and waves.

She was really looking forward to it.