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

In the basement of the Repulse Bay villa, Jiang Zhiyu stood in the empty room, marking up a list of items 0047, the pen tip making a rustling sound as it scratched across the paper.

"Let's start with food." She circled the top item on the list, her eyes suddenly lighting up. "Where are the canneries in Hong Kong? Luncheon meat, canned fruit, as much as you want."

[Host, we've found three! The largest one is in the New Territories. But, host, this isn't the apocalypse, why are you hoarding so many canned goods?]

"You don't understand, let's go to the New Territories first." Jiang Zhiyu continued to dress like the young man from yesterday, grabbed the car keys. She had bought a small truck specifically to stock up on goods. "While we're at it, let's go to the Yau Ma Tei dried goods market. Scallops, sea cucumbers, shark fins... I don't care about the price, let's buy ten boxes of each first."

Her obsession with food was ingrained in her very being. Anyone who has survived the apocalypse would feel that way.

Upon arriving at the cannery, Jiang Zhiyu's eyes almost lit up as she gazed at the stacks of tin cans reaching the ceiling. There were pink, cube-shaped luncheon meat, canned peaches brimming with fruit, canned oranges, and assorted canned goods—everything imaginable. There were even whole boxes of military-grade compressed biscuits, with expiration dates printed on the packaging, extending until 1980.

"These, and those over there, I'll take them all." She pointed to the left half of the warehouse, her tone crisp and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

The boss, a burly man with a thick beard, looked the young man in front of him up and down with a suspicious expression, and said, "Young man, are you sure? This cargo would take three truckloads to haul away."

"You don't need to worry about the transportation." Jiang Zhiyu tossed out a wad of Hong Kong dollars. "Issue an invoice, and keep the rest as a deposit. I'll come back tomorrow to pick up another batch."

The burly man counted the thick wad of banknotes, his face instantly lighting up with a broad smile. He waved his hands repeatedly, "No problem! I'll definitely reserve the freshest batch for you tomorrow!"

Jiang Zhiyu did not immediately arrange for trucks to transport the goods. After everyone in the warehouse had left, she activated her spatial storage. With a thought, half of the warehouse's canned goods disappeared into thin air and were all stored in her spatial storage.

After leaving the cannery, she headed straight for the Yau Ma Tei Dried Goods Market. This place is a paradise for dried goods, with Cantonese sausages, local Hong Kong-style preserved duck, imported Southeast Asian dried shrimp, Indian curry powder... all kinds of aromas intertwined, making one's mouth water.

"I want the Cantonese-style sausages, the sweet kind, twenty boxes, please."

Jiang Zhiyu disguised herself as a wholesaler, shopping and browsing along the way. The shop owners were all smiles, and they all called on their employees to help pack the goods. Jiang Zhiyu found packing troublesome, so when no one was looking, she secretly put the goods into her spatial storage. In the blink of an eye, a small mountain of dried goods filled the second room in the courtyard.

As Jiang Zhiyu passed a bakery, the aroma of freshly baked pineapple buns wafted through the air, their golden, crispy crusts looking incredibly tempting. She walked straight into the shop and said, "Wrap up all the freshly baked bread for me."

The shop assistant stood there, stunned, looking bewildered: "Miss, we baked over two hundred today..."

"Yes! I want them all. Bake tomorrow's batch in advance too. I need them now. Reserve as many as you can make for tomorrow. I'll come pick them up tomorrow afternoon." After saying that, she readily paid a deposit.

Jiang Zhiyu sat in the shop, slowly eating a hot pineapple bun, watching the staff busily working around the oven.

0047 couldn't help but sigh: [Host, your obsession with food is just too much...]

She swallowed the bread in her mouth, her eyes unusually serious: "In the apocalypse, a loaf of bread could save a life. Now that we can eat hot food safely, what's wrong with stockpiling more?"

Besides food, she also remembered the scarce resources on the mainland.

In the pharmacy, she emptied the shelves of all antibiotics with English labels—penicillin, streptomycin, sulfonamides, and more. The shopkeeper, staring at the empty shelves, stammered, "You...you run a clinic?"

"Not really," Jiang Zhiyu replied ambiguously. "I have channels to sell to the north. I'll come back to you next time I need goods."

"Of course, of course! Young man, please come and patronize us often!" the owner replied hastily.

After that, she went to the grocery store and ordered 500 catties each of rapeseed oil, corn oil, sunflower oil, and sesame oil; 200 catties each of scallions, ginger, garlic, and other seasoning vegetables; 200 catties each of coarse salt and fine salt; 500 catties of various spices such as five-spice powder and cumin powder; and 200 bottles each of light soy sauce, dark soy sauce, and oyster sauce.

They then moved the supplies to a secluded corner and stored them all in their storage space. They returned again.

Next came various daily hygiene products: toilet paper, sanitary napkins, soap, clam oil, face cream, toothbrush, towel, thermos, and washbasin. She also purchased all these items that she would use frequently in the future, as they were all convenient to take with her when she went out.

Oh, and we also need to prepare some fresh fish and shrimp fry. There's spiritual spring water in the space; when we have time, I'll have 0047 dig another seawater pond specifically for raising seafood.

The last stop was a seed shop, which stocked high-quality seeds from all over the world—high-yield corn varieties from the United States, dwarf rice varieties from Japan, fragrant rice varieties from Thailand…

"Ten packets of each of these, the best quality varieties," she said to the shopkeeper, pointing to the wall covered in seeds.

The shop owner, an elderly man wearing glasses, adjusted his glasses and asked with a puzzled look, "Young man, are you going to open a farm?"

"Pretty much," Jiang Zhiyu smiled. "It's always good to grow more grain."

When she returned to the villa in Repulse Bay, the first-floor room of her space was already packed full.

0047 had already tested it this morning; time was frozen only in the small courtyard. 0047 had already tidied up the space perfectly.

[Host! There's too much. You can't possibly finish it all!] 0047 couldn't help but remind him again.

Jiang Zhiyu leaned back on the sofa, gazing at the moonlight outside the window, and patted her stomach—she had just eaten three pineapple buns in one go at the bakery, and was still feeling quite full. This feeling of being filled with food and supplies was wonderful!

"I'm going to buy a generator and gasoline tomorrow, so my little electric scooter and car in my storage space can run."

0047 muttered under his breath: "This isn't just hoarding, it's practically emptying out the entire port city!"

Jiang Zhiyu ignored its complaints. She knew in her heart that these supplies were her lifeline for survival in mainland China in 1975.

As for the black soil in the space, the seeds have already been bought. "0047, stop nagging. I've already bought the seeds. Do you remember the promise you made to me? Hurry up and start planting."

[Host, didn't you notice? I planted the seeds the moment you brought them in; now we just need fruit tree seedlings.]

Jiang Zhiyu probed the space with her spiritual power and was instantly pleasantly surprised, "0047, you are really amazing! I'll go buy saplings tomorrow!"