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

The next day, Jiang Zhiyu didn't go anywhere.

When Song Yanzhou learned that Jiang Zhiyu had something to do, he went to see his childhood friend.

Knowing that she was going to see the old chief today, Jiang Zhiyu stayed at the Song family's house.

I chatted with Zhao Lanjun for a while this morning. Zhao Lanjun held her hand and told her embarrassing stories from Song Yanzhou's childhood, such as getting stuck in the neighbor's jujube tree and not being able to get down, or getting into a fight with the kids in the compound and knocking out someone's front tooth, which led to Song Huaijin chasing and beating him for three blocks.

Jiang Zhiyu listened, and the corners of her mouth curved into a smile.

"Grandma, was he this naughty when he was little?"

"Absolutely!" Zhao Lanjun's eyes narrowed with laughter. "There's nothing he wouldn't dare to do in the entire compound. Just one thing—he's stubborn. He never admits to anything he's done wrong; he's just so stubborn."

Jiang Zhiyu thought about how cautious Song Yanzhou had been in front of her and found it hard to believe.

Zhao Lanjun, seeing through her expression, smiled and patted her hand.

"This child only softens up in front of the right person."

Jiang Zhiyu didn't reply, but simply lowered her head.

After chatting with Zhao Lanjun, Jiang Zhiyu returned to her room.

She closed the door and slipped into the space.

To be honest, she was a little excited at the moment.

This is the first time I've ever met my old leader in my two lifetimes.

She found a quiet grassy spot in the space, sat cross-legged, cultivated her supernatural abilities, and calmed her mind.

Wood-type supernatural power flowed through his meridians, like a clear spring slowly washing over his restless heart.

When she opened her eyes again, she was much calmer.

Seventeen squatted down beside her, staring at her:

"Host, why are you so nervous? You're a person of great fortune!"

"I'm not nervous." Jiang Zhiyu stood up and patted the grass clippings off her clothes.

Your face is all red.

"Shut up."

Seventeen chuckled twice and wisely kept quiet.

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Finally, in the afternoon, footsteps could be heard in the courtyard.

Song Bingzheng pushed the door open and came in. Seeing that Jiang Zhiyu had already tidied up, he nodded.

"Let's go."

Jiang Zhiyu followed Song Bingzheng out the door, where a military green jeep was parked.

The driver opened the car door for her, and she bent down and got in. Song Bingzheng was sitting in the passenger seat.

The jeep started and drove west.

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The car drove into the Western Hills.

The road narrowed as we walked, with bare poplar trees standing straight on both sides like a row of silent sentinels.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the branches, dappling the windshield.

The further you go in, the fewer people there are, and the quieter it gets.

Jiang Zhiyu looked out the car window. The mountain was getting steeper and the trees on both sides of the road were getting denser. Occasionally, she could see barbed wire hidden behind the bushes.

At the last fork in the road, a railing stands across the middle of the road.

The driver slowed down and rolled down the window.

A soldier in military uniform walked over.

He didn't salute, but first glanced at the license plate, then leaned down to look into the car, his gaze lingering on Jiang Zhiyu's face for two seconds.

His gaze was calm yet sharp, like a sword that had not yet been drawn.

He reached out, took the pass from the driver's hand, examined it carefully, and then saluted Song Bingzheng.

"Mr. Song, please come in."

Song Bingzheng nodded, and only then did the guards lift the railing to let him pass.

The car continued driving forward.

Sitting in the back seat, Jiang Zhiyu could clearly feel that the atmosphere here was different from outside. Along the way, every sentry post and every checkpoint exuded an unquestionable solemnity.

Even the air felt tense.

Song Bingzheng turned around and glanced at her, then smiled:

"Don't be nervous, this is all part of the normal procedure."

Jiang Zhiyu nodded without saying anything.

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The car drove for a while longer before finally stopping in front of a bungalow.

The sentry inside saluted Song Bingzheng, then walked up to Jiang Zhiyu:

"Please get out of the vehicle for inspection."

Jiang Zhiyu got out of the car; she had casually carried a small bag with her when she left home today.

Actually, there was nothing inside—it was originally empty.

But just to be on the safe side, she put a ginseng root and a bottle of spiritual spring water inside the space when she entered.

When meeting a former boss, how can you not bring a small gift?

The sentry took her small bag and opened it to check.

He first examined the ginseng root, weighed it in his hand, and his expression changed slightly—the quality of this ginseng was clearly not ordinary.

Then he picked up the bottle of spiritual spring water, opened the cap, and took a sniff.

A refreshing and sweet aroma wafted out.

Just then, a black-backed dog appeared out of nowhere, circling the bottle of spiritual spring water, sniffing it incessantly, and wagging its tail happily.

The sentry immediately covered the spring water, pushed the black-backed dog away, and then commanded it to circle around Jiang Zhiyu.

The black dog circled around her feet, sniffed her trouser leg, and finally, finding nothing, wagged its tail and went back to the guard post to lie down.

The sentry then went into the guard post and made a phone call.

A short while later, the iron gate opened.

"Please come in."

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Stepping inside, it wasn't as imposing as Jiang Zhiyu had imagined.

Instead, it resembles an ordinary activity center for retired cadres.

Several rows of bungalows stood neatly in rows, the yard was swept clean, the asphalt road was smooth and wide, and several locust trees were planted on both sides of the road. The locust flowers were already mostly in bloom, and their sweet fragrance filled the air.

Several elderly people dressed in Zhongshan suits were strolling in the courtyard, while two people were playing chess, locked in a fierce battle at a stone table.

Everything was quiet and peaceful, as if separated from the outside world by a layer.

A kind-looking middle-aged man wearing a Zhongshan suit walked over.

He saluted Song Bingzheng.

"Mr. Song, you've arrived."

Song Bingzheng nodded slightly.

Secretary Li's gaze fell on Jiang Zhiyu, and after looking her over, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He turned to Song Bingzheng:

"The old commander was very happy to hear that this girl was coming. He seems to be in good spirits right now."

He smiled kindly at Jiang Zhiyu again:

"This must be Comrade Jiang? Please follow me."

Jiang Zhiyu nodded slightly in acknowledgment, and then followed Secretary Li inside with Song Bingzheng.

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Secretary Li led the two to a simple reception room.

The hall was small and simply furnished—a square table, a few chairs, and a calligraphy scroll hanging on the wall that read "Seek Truth from Facts" in strong, vigorous strokes.

Tea has already been served on the table, steaming hot.

"The old commander is handling some matters; please wait a moment."

After Secretary Li finished speaking, he left and gently closed the door behind him.

The reception room was extremely quiet, with only the ticking of the old-fashioned wall clock audible.

Jiang Zhiyu sat in the chair, her fingers unconsciously tightening around the bag strap.

To be honest, she was genuinely a little nervous at that moment.

It wasn't fear, it was more like—how should I put it—waiting for your hair to curl before an exam. You've prepared a whole lot to say, but when you get there, you're afraid you won't say it well.

Song Bingzheng looked at her and shook his head with amusement.

This girl can be incredibly bold when she wants to be—after beating up Su Qiming's family, she tied them up like dumplings and piled them up in the living room.

That fierceness had completely vanished. Instead, he had become tense.

He patted Jiang Zhiyu's hand:

"Don't be nervous. The old commander is a very kind man; he's just curious and wants to meet you."

"Just treat it like you're meeting an elder; speak normally."

Jiang Zhiyu took a deep breath and nodded.

"Okay, I understand."

She picked up her teacup and took a sip, using the warmth of the tea to calm herself down.

Outside the window, sunlight streamed through the branches and leaves of the locust tree, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

Jiang Zhiyu looked at the tightly closed door. Her emotions gradually calmed down.