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

Song Bingzheng returned in a hurry that afternoon after the meeting ended.

When he pushed open the door, his face showed an barely suppressed excitement, but he tried his best to suppress it. He didn't say anything, but simply waved to Jiang Zhiyu:

"Come on, come with me."

As soon as Jiang Zhiyu came out of the room, she saw Song Bingzheng's expression and knew that things had progressed.

She didn't ask any more questions and followed Song Bingzheng out the door.

The jeep was already parked in the yard, and the driver was standing next to it waiting.

The two got into the car and drove towards Xishan.

The car drove into the sanatorium again, and Jiang Zhiyu was no longer as nervous as last time.

Song Bingzheng led her to the door of a conference room, knocked on the door, and pushed it open to go inside.

The meeting room was small, and the curtains were still drawn tightly.

The former leader sat in the main seat, with two other people sitting beside him.

A man with thick-rimmed glasses, gray hair, and a thin face—Liu Xuemin, Vice Dean Liu.

The other one was slightly overweight, with a furrowed brow and shrewd eyes—Zhao Shoucheng, Director Zhao.

When the two saw Jiang Zhiyu walk in, their expressions were almost identical—first, they were stunned, then shocked, and finally, they looked incredulous and confused.

This girl... is too young.

Vice Dean Liu subconsciously pushed up his glasses, thinking he was seeing things.

Director Zhao's lips twitched, as if he wanted to say something but then swallowed it back.

He was starting to doubt his old boss's blind confidence—this? This young girl?

Song Bingzheng immediately began to introduce Jiang Zhiyu:

"Girl, this is Vice Dean Liu Xuemin. He's in charge of our national defense research."

"This is Director Zhao Shoucheng—our money bag. Just remember him as our money bag."

Jiang Zhiyu immediately greeted the two leaders:

"Hello, Vice President Liu. Hello, Director Zhao."

Although Vice President Liu and Director Zhao still had their doubts, they nodded politely.

Then Vice Dean Liu handed over a form.

Jiang Zhiyu took it and glanced at it—

The items listed above are among the most valuable and sought-after laboratory equipment today:

X-ray photoelectron spectrometer, high-resolution transmission electron microscope, Fourier transform infrared spectrometer, nuclear magnetic resonance spectrometer, mass spectrometer, ion implanter, molecular beam epitaxy system, high-precision lithography machine, superconducting quantum interference device, neutron diffractometer, scanning tunneling microscope, laser Raman spectrometer, high-frequency oscillator, precision balance, high-purity silicon wafer dicing equipment, vacuum coating machine, particle accelerator components, high-frequency signal generator, hot isostatic press, ultra-low temperature thermostat...

There are more than twenty kinds, each of which is a top-level material subject to Western embargo against China, and each of which is something that domestic researchers have been longing for but have been unable to obtain.

Jiang Zhiyu looked at it—wasn't this on her list?

The old commander noticed Jiang Zhiyu's confusion and said calmly:

"Those two old guys are suspicious; they won't act until they see a clear benefit."

"You need to move these things to somewhere tonight."

As he spoke, he handed Jiang Zhiyu a slip of paper with an address written on it.

Jiang Zhiyu looked around—it was in a relatively remote mountain area, about fifty or sixty kilometers away from the city, quite far.

"Girl, when will you be able to transport those things over there?"

The old leader asked the question.

Jiang Zhiyu thought for a while:

"Tonight, perhaps."

"Clang—"

Vice President Liu and Director Zhao stood up almost simultaneously, their chairs making a screeching sound on the floor.

Vice President Liu's voice even changed:

"Little girl, are you sure?! This isn't something you can lie about!"

"If you really bring all this stuff to me—I, Liu Xuemin, will treat you like royalty from now on!"

Director Zhao was also visibly shocked; as the person in charge of the purse strings, he knew all too well the value of these items.

Ship these things over tonight? That would save us a fortune! At least tens of millions of foreign exchange!

What does tens of millions of foreign exchange reserves mean these days? It's an amount that the entire nation couldn't scrape together even if they tightened their belts!

Jiang Zhiyu nodded solemnly to them:

"I'm sure I can get it to you tonight."

She paused, then added:

"The condition is—there can be no one within ten kilometers of this address you provided. You can have our people keep watch ten kilometers away."

Director Zhao was taken aback: "Ten kilometers?"

"right."

Jiang Zhiyu's tone was very calm:

"Judging from the address, this should be a mountain, right?"

The old leader nodded:

"Yes, they hollowed out a mountain to build an air-raid shelter. It used to be a military testing facility, but it's mostly empty now; it's huge."

Director Zhao then spoke up:

"Okay, ten kilometers is no problem, we'll arrange it."

Jiang Zhiyu nodded, indicating that she understood.

Then she looked at her former boss and hesitated for a moment.

At this moment, she started acting like a little girl—she walked to the old leader's side, turned to the side, covered her mouth with her hand, and whispered something in the old leader's ear.

The sound was very soft; only the old leader could hear it.

"We also have a large quantity of grain, do you want it? The special supply kind."

The old leader's eyes widened suddenly.

He stared at Jiang Zhiyu in shock—

Several elderly people also noticed this scene and all turned their gazes toward it.

The old leader was even speaking with a slight stutter:

"Are you...are you sure? You—"

Jiang Zhiyu nodded.

The old leader had so much to say, but he couldn't bring himself to say it.

He patted Jiang Zhiyu on the shoulder; the pat was heavy, carrying a sense of weight.

"He's a good boy."

His voice was somewhat hoarse:

"With a child like you, how can our country not prosper and flourish?"

He turned to look at Secretary Li:

"Go and bring me that fountain pen I treasure."

Several elderly people looked at Jiang Zhiyu, wondering what she had said that would make their former leader bring out his treasured fountain pen.

Is it meant to be given to this little girl?

Everyone present knew the significance of that pen—it was something the old leader had carried with him for over twenty years, and he cherished it greatly.

A short while later, Secretary Li brought over a box and gently opened it.

A fountain pen lay quietly inside.

This fountain pen doesn't look expensive; it has a black body, a gold clip, and some minor wear marks on the cap, showing that it has been handled countless times.

But it held extraordinary significance for the old leader—it was given to him by his old squad leader before he sacrificed his life during the Crossing the Yangtze River Campaign. The old squad leader was illiterate, but he said that after the war was over, he would use this pen to draw a picture of a peaceful world.

From then on, that pen never left the old leader's side. Every important document and every crucial order was signed with that pen.

The former leader took the pen and solemnly handed it to Jiang Zhiyu.

"The fact that you could produce those things shows you're not short of money, little one. This is a keepsake for you."

"This fountain pen has been with me for many years; it has witnessed my life."

Jiang Zhiyu held the fountain pen, her fingers slightly clenched.

Seventeen was screaming in his head:

"Wow! This is a really good thing your former boss gave you! Host, this is definitely worth collecting!"

Jiang Zhiyu was also deeply moved.

To be honest, she really lacks nothing. There's food, drink, and supplies in her space; it's enough for ten lifetimes, let alone one.

But this pen is indeed of great significance.

She took the pen with both hands and said earnestly:

"Thank you, sir. I will keep it safe."

The old leader looked at her, nodded, and his eyes showed relief, emotion, and a little reluctance—that pen had been with him for more than 20 years, longer than his children had been by his side.

But he doesn't regret it.

This pen is well worth giving to someone like him.

The other elderly people were also shocked.

Whose little one could receive this fountain pen as a gift from their former boss?

Vice President Liu and Director Zhao exchanged a glance—they had been quite skeptical at first, but seeing their old leader give this young girl his fountain pen, which he had treasured for over twenty years, they were also excited.

What does this tell us?

This means the former leader believed it.

This means that they can truly possess those things.

After Jiang Zhiyu left, Vice President Liu and Director Zhao quickly approached their former leader.

Vice Dean Liu asked anxiously:

"Old boss! What did that young girl whisper in your ear? Why did you give her all the pens?"

Director Zhao also looked curious:

"Yes, sir, what could have made you put that pen down—"

The old leader smiled but said nothing.

"You'll find out tonight."

He paused, his smile fading.

"Remember, this matter must be kept secret."

He looked at Secretary Li:

"Xiao Li, go and make the arrangements. Follow the girl's instructions: no one should be around. Don't try to find out how those things got in. When the time comes, you and Commander Qian will personally lead a team to inspect."

"And Vice President Liu—" He looked at Vice President Liu, "take your professional team over there."

After receiving their orders, the men all left one after another.

Only the old leader remained in the conference room.

He sat down in the chair, picked up the enamel mug, took a sip of tea, and the corners of his mouth slowly curved into a smile.

Laughed.

He couldn't stop smiling.

He saw hope.

The words that girl whispered in his ear are still echoing in his mind—

"There's also a large amount of grain, the kind that's specially supplied." The fact that she could say that meant that the equipment really existed, and the grain was just something she took along.

The equipment is in place, and so is the food.

Just how many things does this little girl still not know about him?

He shook his head, stood up, and walked to the window.

The ginkgo tree outside the window swayed slightly in the afternoon sun, its leaves shining bright green.

The old leader stood there, gazing into the distance with a profound look in his eyes.

After a long while, he whispered:

"Old squad leader, someone has taken over the painting of your wish for a peaceful world."