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

Jiang Zhiyu felt she hadn't slept enough.

The bed was warm and cozy, the pillow was soft and fluffy. I spent two hours collecting supplies last night, which was quite tiring, and I finally got a good night's sleep.

"Yu Yu! Yu Yu! Get up quickly!"

As Liu Hong spoke, she directly pulled her out of the quilt.

Jiang Zhiyu groggily shrank her neck: "What's wrong... let me sleep a little longer..."

"That car is here again! It's waiting for you at the door!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Zhiyu instantly sobered up.

She sat up abruptly, rubbed her eyes, and glanced out the window—it was just getting light, probably around five or six o'clock.

I'm coming to pick her up at this time, but there are still a few days left, right? Did she remember it wrong? Is the time different? This is going to be serious.

I've finished washing up.

When I stepped out of the room, my godparents had already set out breakfast on the table: millet porridge, steamed buns, pickled vegetables, and two piping hot dumplings.

Outside the courtyard, the black SUV was parked quietly at the entrance of the alley, its engine humming softly, waiting for her to leave.

Jiang Zhiyu didn't sit down to eat; instead, she grabbed two steamed buns and an egg, intending to make do with them on the way.

Seeing her like this, Liu Hong, without saying a word, tore off a newspaper, wrapped a few steamed buns and salted duck eggs, and stuffed them into her hands: "Eat this on the way! Don't go hungry!"

Jiang Zhiyu looked down at the heavy bag of food in her hand, then looked up at her godparents.

Qi Zhengli stood at the door, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but then he swallowed it back.

Jiang Zhiyu put down the steamed bun in her hand, turned her head and gave the two of them a deep look.

"Godfather and Godmother, I'm leaving."

Her voice was soft, but steady.

"This trip might be quite long, and the return date is uncertain. Please take good care of yourselves in Kyoto."

Seeing that Liu Hong's eyes were already reddening, she quickly added, "Without godparents, buy whatever you want to eat, whatever you want to wear. Don't be stingy, and don't deprive yourself."

Then, turning to Qi Zhengli, she said, "Qi Shufen probably won't bother you anymore. Also—Godfather, if you encounter anything you can't handle, go to the compound and find Song Yanzhou's grandfather."

She took an envelope out of her pocket, which contained Song Yanzhou's grandfather's contact information and address, and handed it to Qi Zhengli.

"I was hoping to meet them this time..." She paused, gave a wry smile, "but with such a rush of time, I guess I won't be going."

After saying that, Jiang Zhiyu turned around and got into the car.

She didn't look back as the car door closed.

It's not that I don't want to turn back, it's that I'm afraid if I turn back I won't be able to leave.

Qi Zhengli and Liu Hong followed the car all the way to the entrance of the alley. They stood there watching the car drive further and further away until it completely disappeared around the corner of the street before they slowly walked back.

The busybodies in the alley gathered around again.

"Old Qi! Where did your goddaughter go?"

Qi Zhengli glanced back, his voice indifferent: "Some things are not for us to inquire about."

Upon hearing this, everyone exchanged glances, feeling even more convinced that Old Qi's goddaughter was extraordinary.

The two returned to the courtyard, looked at the remaining breakfast on the table, and sat down to eat in silence.

You don't notice it when people are around, but as soon as they leave, the yard immediately feels empty.

Liu Hong picked up a piece of pickled vegetables with her chopsticks, brought it to her mouth, and then put it down.

Qi Zhengli, seeing this, slammed his hand on the table: "Let's go! Wife! Time to go to work! It's lively at the workplace!"

Liu Hong twitched her lips and was pulled out the door by him.

-

Jiang Zhiyu believed that this car would take her back to the management bureau.

There was no result.

The car drove through the city and onto a street she had never been before, finally stopping in front of a very solemn-looking building.

High walls, iron gates, and armed sentries.

The checkpoints at the entrance alone are several levels stricter than those at the Administration Bureau.

Jiang Zhiyu got out of the car and followed Zhong Dingwen inside.

Along the way, there were checkpoints every few steps, checking documents and verifying identities; the process was tedious but meticulous. She noticed that Zhong Dingwen's posture was more upright than usual.

After passing through several doors and corridors, I finally pushed open a heavy wooden door.

There were so many people inside.

The long conference table was filled with people, at least thirty or so, all dressed in Zhongshan suits and wearing badges of various ranks on their chests. The youngest was over forty, and most were elderly comrades with gray hair.

The seat closest to the person was occupied by a person.

Former boss.

When the old leader saw Jiang Zhiyu come in, his eyes lit up and he waved to her.

Jiang Zhiyu hurried over to greet them.

The old leader smiled and patted the empty seat next to him: "Sit here."

This startled those below who didn't know who Jiang Zhiyu was.

Everyone started speculating – who is this girl? She looks no more than eighteen or nineteen years old, so why did the high-ranking leader let her sit right in front of him? Even Zhong Dingwen wasn't qualified to sit in that position.

Some people exchanged glances, some frowned slightly, and most suppressed their curiosity—the presence of anyone in this conference room signified a certain status.

After everyone was seated, the old leader didn't exchange many pleasantries and immediately began his mobilization.

"Comrades, I've called you all here today to discuss only one matter."

His voice wasn't loud, but the entire conference room fell silent instantly.

"A major geological disaster is imminent in Dacheng Mountain. The exact timing and scale are still being monitored, and the situation is fluctuating more frequently. One thing is certain—it will be significant."

The air in the conference room seemed to freeze.

Although most people were mentally prepared before they came, they still couldn't help but change color when they heard the news in person.

"Currently, two advance teams have been dispatched to the outskirts of the disaster area, and local armed forces have also received instructions to begin orderly operations."

The old leader paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over everyone present.

"But everyone here should understand that there's only so much we can do in pre-earthquake evacuation. Large-scale evacuation will cause panic, while not evacuating will result in casualties. Finding the right balance is very difficult."

"Therefore, our focus is on the aftermath of the earthquake. Rescue, supplies, and resettlement—these three things must be done well."

He looked at Jiang Zhiyu, a hint of trust in his eyes that was barely perceptible.

"The issue of supplies has been resolved."

As soon as these words were spoken, many people's eyes fell on Jiang Zhiyu.

The supplies... are resolved? Given the current state of the country, with its reserves stretched thin, how could it possibly be resolved so easily?

But if the old leader said "it's been resolved," then it must have been resolved.

No one dared to ask any more questions.

The former leader continued, "The subsequent task allocation will be coordinated by Comrade Zhong Dingwen. Each group will act according to its assigned area, follow orders, and must not act on its own initiative."

"besides--"

His tone became somewhat somber.

"Everything that happened in this meeting room today, once you leave this room, will remain a secret."

"Yes!"

The uniform responses resounded throughout the house.

-

The meeting lasted for more than an hour.

When everyone came out of the conference room, two helicopters were parked in the open space by the door.

The propellers hadn't even started turning yet, but the dark green fuselage and military serial number were enough to make everyone stop in their tracks.

Jiang Zhiyu was also somewhat surprised.

She glanced at the two helicopters and whispered to Zhong Dingwen, "Who's going over there? And by helicopter?"

Zhong Dingwen didn't answer, but simply pulled her along, gesturing for her to follow.

Then—he walked straight up to one of the helicopters.

Jiang Zhiyu was stunned for a moment.

Ji Buzhi had already scrambled up to the hatch and was waving at her from the doorway: "Zhiyu! Come on up!"

Those around who were unaware of the truth cast astonished glances at them.

This girl—is she going to the front lines by helicopter?

Zhong Dingwen stood behind her and whispered, "You're the one who transported the supplies. Let's get there as soon as possible. The old director is waiting for you."

Jiang Zhiyu took a deep breath.

She turned around and nodded to the old leader.

The old leader nodded slightly, his gaze steady, as if to say—Go.

Jiang Zhiyu turned around and boarded the helicopter.

The hatch closed.

The propellers began to spin, and a tremendous roar echoed throughout the open space.

The helicopter slowly took off, passing over the courtyard wall and the rooftops, and flew towards the eastern sky.

The people below looked up as the two helicopters flew higher and higher, farther and farther away, until they became two black dots and disappeared into the clouds.

No one speaks.

But everyone knew in their hearts that this trip was to save lives. Everyone felt a heavy weight on their hearts.