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

For the next month, Jiang Zhiyu's days were simple and repetitive.

Go to the warehouse and collect the items.

Every few days, he would make a trip to the military region's warehouse, and under the cover of night, he would collect all the supplies piled up inside and put them into his spatial storage. Then he would go to the docks and watch as the people moved the newly arrived batches of supplies into the warehouse.

And so it goes.

Jiang Boxun and Su Wanqing felt both heartache and helplessness seeing their daughter busier than they were.

They had just returned to their original workplace, and every day they had a lot to readjust to—the teaching plans had to be redone, the courses had to be rearranged, and the relationships with colleagues had to be reorganized. But even so, they weren't as busy as their daughter.

Sometimes they run away before they can even get a bite to eat.

Su Wanqing stood at the doorway, watching her daughter's figure disappear around the corner of the alley, and sighed, "What on earth is that child busy with?"

Jiang Boxun shook his head, but there was a hint of pride in his eyes.

He didn't know what his daughter was busy with, but he knew that the girl who could slip a transfer order with a high-ranking leader's signature into his hands must be doing something important.

The personal signature of a high-ranking leader—how many people in all the universities in Shanghai can have this honor?

So now he sits ramrod straight at work.

Those who still wanted to resort to the old-fashioned methods of criticism and struggle saw him as a hot potato—they wanted to touch him but dared not, and could only gossip behind his back. Jiang Boxun didn't care; he went to class as usual and did his research as usual, and his life actually became more comfortable than before.

-

Shen Muyan has arrived.

Jiang Zhiyu and he agreed to meet at an inconspicuous teahouse near the dock.

When Shen Muyan pushed the door open and came in, Jiang Zhiyu almost didn't recognize him.

The last time we met was more than half a year ago, but now it's all different—he's wearing a well-tailored dark suit, a gold tie clip, an Omega on his wrist, his leather shoes are polished to a shine, and his hair is combed meticulously. If you didn't know better, you'd think he was some gang leader from Hong Kong.

He was also good-looking, with a sharp jawline and a smile that always seemed to be on his lips. He appeared to be a friendly and easygoing person, but in reality, he was shrewd and calculating.

Jiang Zhiyu glanced at him and said, "Not bad, you're starting to look more and more like a boss."

Shen Muyan smiled gently: "Thanks to your great-aunt."

Jiang Zhiyu didn't waste any words with him. She bent down, picked up four suitcases from beside her feet, and threw them all onto the table in front of Shen Muyan with a thud.

Shen Muyan was so startled that he jumped up from his chair.

"Grandma! Can you please stop doing this?! It's terrifying!"

He quickly reached out and straightened the four boxes, carefully arranging them neatly, and then couldn't help but pat the boxes.

US dollar. British pound. Gold.

"Grandma, can you please be gentle? This is money! Money! Money! Don't you understand?!"

Jiang Zhiyu shrugged indifferently: "The funds are yours. This is only the first batch of supplies; the rest will be delivered to me. Don't worry about spending money; there's no problem getting things done."

Shen Muyan nodded, but he was terrified as he watched Jiang Zhiyu casually toss four suitcases full of money onto the table.

He picked up his suitcase, said goodbye to Jiang Zhiyu, and boarded the ship without daring to delay for even a moment.

But what terrified him even more was when he brought those four suitcases onto the ship as luggage.

Four boxes.

Each one felt as heavy as lead. He felt unsafe even with his eyes open.

My heart was in my throat the whole way, terrified of the slightest mistake. Lost? That would be a death sentence! Who would compensate him?!

Back in the port city, they still had to collect supplies for the big boss. This aunt had brought in a large amount of supplies from the United States—car parts, tires, motorcycles, and food—shipping them to the port city's docks in batches.

He's destined to be a hard worker.

but--

Why does he feel more and more honored?

Shen Muyan patted his head, thinking: Have I been enslaved to the point of stupidity?

-

Jiang Zhiyu continued collecting supplies for another half month. As she looked at the increasing amount of resources in her space, the sense of urgency in her heart gradually eased.

Surgical instruments, X-ray films, blood transfusion tubing, and emergency medicines filled an entire area, neatly stacked. The hemostatic gauze and bandages alone took up half the room.

There were hundreds of tents, tens of tons of plastic film, bundles of tarpaulin, and piles of compressed biscuits and canned goods.

Transportation vehicles are arriving one after another.

Auto parts, tires, and motorcycles shipped from Country M, along with medicines and food purchased from the port city, were delivered batch by batch to the military region's warehouses and then stored in her spatial storage.

Food – still being stockpiled.

The massive earthquake reduced the entire city to ruins overnight, leaving countless people trapped under the rubble, awaiting rescue.

But this life is different.

She knew in advance that she had the ability to do something.

-

That evening, Jiang Zhiyu returned home to find that Su Wanqing had prepared a table full of dishes for her.

On the table were braised pork, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, and a pot of steaming pork rib soup.

Jiang Zhiyu was stunned for a moment—in the past month, she had hardly eaten a proper meal at home. She either ate out or grabbed a quick bite before rushing off.

Su Wanqing looked at her, said nothing, and simply served her a bowl of soup.

"drink."

Jiang Zhiyu sat down, picked up the bowl, and took a sip.

The pork ribs were stewed until tender, the soup was thick and white, and the flavor was so delicious it made your tongue tingle.

She suddenly felt a little guilty.

She said she came back to be with her parents, but in the past month or so, she has been busier than them. She leaves in the morning and comes back at night, and sometimes they don't even get to exchange a word.

I feel a little bad for the two elderly people.

Su Wanqing watched her daughter drink the soup with her head down and reached out to rub her hair.

"Get some rest once you're done."

Jiang Zhiyu hummed in agreement, her nose feeling a little sore.

She lowered her head and drank the bowl of soup clean, not leaving a single drop.

-

At night, Jiang Zhiyu lay in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

The supplies in the space have been mostly collected; the next step is to head north.

The major earthquake occurred in late July, and it's now the end of June. The supplies have arrived, but she needs to get to the north before the earthquake—at least a few days in advance—to be able to begin rescue operations immediately.

She turned over and closed her eyes.

There are a few last things to do.