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

Jiang Zhiyu returned to the command post with a heavy heart.

When the door was opened, Zhuge Yunhe was leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed, resting. Hearing the noise, he opened his eyes and his gaze fell on the camera hanging around her neck.

He paused for a moment, but didn't ask anything; he just sighed softly.

This girl usually seems quiet and aloof, but she's actually soft-hearted than anyone else. The fact that she brought a camera to capture the city's final moments shows that she also felt a sense of reluctance to leave.

"Come on, girl, sit here." He waved his hand and pointed to the chair next to the table.

Jiang Zhiyu did as instructed and sat down. Without exchanging pleasantries, she went straight to asking the question that had been nagging at her all the way.

"Mr. Zhuge, the earthquake happened in the early hours of the morning; most people were still fast asleep. Given the quality of the buildings here…" She paused, "...it might not be so easy for us to rescue more people."

Zhuge Yunhe nodded knowingly, a hint of helplessness flashing across his aged face.

"Therefore, there's only so much we can do. Call us heartless or cold-blooded if you want—there are some things we simply can't interfere with."

He looked at Jiang Zhiyu, his tone becoming heavier: "Fate is predetermined, and cause and effect dictate everything. What we can create are merely variables; what lies beyond those variables..."

The words were not finished, but the meaning was already very clear.

Jiang Zhiyu remained silent for a moment, then suddenly spoke.

"Is there any pretext to get them to gather in open areas at night?"

Zhuge Yunhe looked at her.

Jiang Zhiyu's eyes lit up, as if a thought had been cleared, and her speech quickened: "The management committee's loudspeakers, the units' bulletin boards, the big-character posters—they're packaging the performance as an all-night cultural extravaganza to celebrate a major anniversary. They're saying that in response to the call to 'bring the stage to the masses,' they've scheduled a simultaneous all-night performance of revolutionary model operas—*The Red Lantern*, *Shajiabang*, and *Taking Tiger Mountain by Strategy*—at 10 PM tonight in eighteen open-air squares throughout the city, with ten thousand people required to sing along, all night long."

Zhuge Yunhe's brow twitched slightly.

Jiang Zhiyu continued, "The schedule is designed for two nights, and the notification will be sent out over two days. The night of the earthquake is the first day; people will be full of curiosity and most will come out to watch the excitement. As for the second day—we don't need to really do anything for the second day; we don't need to prepare anything for the second day. We can also bring out some of the performers from the cultural troupe to participate, both as performers and to maintain order at the scene."

Upon hearing this, Zhuge Yunhe's eyes lit up, and he sat up straight.

"That's a great idea!" He slammed his hand on the table. "I was thinking of organizing an air raid drill, but many people—especially children and women—aren't interested and don't want to come out. Your idea is much better! A performance of model operas is something that people of all ages love to watch, and children will want to join in the fun!"

He stroked his beard, increasingly convinced that it was a viable plan: "We should come as many as possible; we shouldn't try to dissuade people, as that would only arouse suspicion. With voluntary participation, the number of participants will only increase, not decrease."

But then he frowned: "There's a problem—the performance starts at 10 PM, and people should leave by midnight. Who's going to be in the square late at night?"

Jiang Zhiyu had already thought of this: "So we should start at 10:30 and then extend it. Add a 'public interaction' segment—after the singing, have a quiz, and give prizes to those who answer correctly, like towels, soap, enamel mugs, and stuff like that. Then we can intersperse it with an open-air movie, like 'Tunnel Warfare' or 'Mine Warfare,' dragging it out until 3 or 4 in the morning. After people have finished watching, answered the questions, and enjoyed the festivities, it'll be almost dawn, so they can just take a nap on the spot and go home; there's no need for them to go back to sleep."

After listening, Zhuge Yunhe slowly raised his thumb.

"Good girl," he said sincerely, "this brain of yours is truly useful."

Without further hesitation, he immediately summoned two soldiers and explained the plan point by point.

He added, "The soldiers from the cultural troupe should also be brought out, both for the performance and to maintain order at the venue. Remember—don't force people to come out; participation should be voluntary. The more natural, the better. Also, send a team from each square to maintain order."

The two soldiers took notes in their notebooks, saluted, and left.

-

Jiang Zhiyu looked at Zhuge Yunhe and asked her next question: "So, where should I put the relief supplies next?"

Zhuge Yunhe pulled a list from the pile of documents on the table and handed it over.

"Just put them in these places for now. I've already clearly written them down—which location and how much to put."

Jiang Zhiyu took the list and glanced at it. The drop-off points were mostly warehouses in open squares or vacant areas, distributed in different regions, with a wide coverage.

Zhuge Yunhe looked at her and said frankly, "I don't know how much you've prepared, but this list I'm giving you already includes the entire quota allocated to me by the government. If you have any extra—the more the better."

Jiang Zhiyu nodded, put the list away, and then asked, "Where am I staying tonight?"

Zhuge Yunhe chuckled, stroking his beard, and gestured towards the next room: "Hey, the room next door is all set up for you. It's better if we stay together; it'll be easier to discuss things then."

Jiang Zhiyu glanced at him.

Living together? That would make it easier to discuss things.

She chuckled inwardly and cursed – "Old fox."

He definitely wants to pry into her secrets. But thinking about it, it doesn't really matter. This guy's sensory abilities are what they are; even if she lives ten kilometers away, he can still sense her if he wants to. As long as he doesn't investigate too closely.

"good."

-

Late at night.

Jiang Zhiyu lay in bed, her eyes closed, but she couldn't fall asleep. She was waiting.

At two o'clock in the morning, Seventeen's voice rang in my mind right on time.

"Host, time's up."

She flashed into her spatial dimension, first taking out a cup of spiritual spring water and gulping it down, instantly restoring her energy. Then, following the bank address Zhuge Yunhe had given her that afternoon, she teleported away.

First stop: the underground vault of the People's Bank of China.

The space is open; collect everything.

The soldiers standing guard outside were completely unaware that the vault was already empty.

Jiang Zhiyu didn't stop. She immediately went to each address on the list, one by one, and began distributing relief supplies.

This deployment is a massive undertaking.

Dacheng Mountain is a vast area with a large population of over one million, and the amount of supplies needed is far from small. Zhuge Yunhe assigned her drop-off points mostly in open areas—squares, playgrounds, and suburban warehouses—and each point had to be precisely stacked according to the quantities on the list.

Wherever Jiang Zhiyu went, she would teleport to a new location, open up a new space, and move supplies out in batches.

She added 30% more to the list requirements for each delivery point.

She ran like this for most of the night, from one place to another, in the suburbs, in open squares, inside and outside warehouses. Her figure flashed by in the night, and no one noticed.

After the supplies at the last drop-off point were stacked, Jiang Zhiyu stretched her sore wrists and let out a long breath.

I'm exhausted.

"Seventeen, go back."

Jiang Zhiyu had just stepped into the dormitory courtyard and hadn't even had a chance to push open the door when the door next door opened.

Zhuge Yunhe stood at the door wearing a coat, his gray hair messy from sleeping, but his eyes were very bright.

What happened to not prying into secrets?

Jiang Zhiyu glanced at him, said nothing, and pushed open her own door.

Zhuge Yunhe followed her over, smiling as he looked at her: "Girl, have you put the things away?"

Jiang Zhiyu nodded: "It's all placed. More than usual. I've added 30% to the list you gave me for each distribution point."

Zhuge Yunhe's smile froze for a moment.

"An increase of... thirty percent?" His eyes widened. "How much supplies did you stockpile?"

Jiang Zhiyu leaned against the doorframe, her tone indifferent: "Anyway, there's quite a lot."

Zhuge Yunhe opened his mouth, then closed it again. Looking at Jiang Zhiyu's calm face, he suddenly realized he had asked an unnecessary question. This girl could take away an entire warehouse of coal in one go, so having more supplies... didn't seem so strange.

He took a deep breath, suppressing his shock, and nodded instead: "Okay. The extra will definitely come in handy after the earthquake. Don't worry, the organization won't treat you unfairly."

Jiang Zhiyu then remembered something else: "Have those people cover up the supplies in the open areas. It feels weird leaving them open like that in the square."

Zhuge Yunhe waved his hand: "You don't need to worry about that. According to your rules, they're all guarding the perimeter. Once the order is given, they'll properly secure the supplies with tents or something."

"That's good." Jiang Zhiyu yawned. "I'm going to sleep. You should get some rest too, it'll be dawn soon—look at you, old man, what a mess you've made of staying up all night."

Zhuge Yunhe looked down at his wrinkled coat and messy hair, and chuckled to himself.

"Yes, now I can finally get a good night's sleep."

He turned around and walked back, but stopped after taking two steps and looked back at Jiang Zhiyu.

The girl had already closed the door and probably went straight to sleep.

Zhuge Yunhe stood there for a while, sighed softly, stroked his beard, and returned to his room.

Outside the window, the sky was already turning a pale white.

The city's last peaceful night has come to an end.

The two of them fell into a deep sleep.