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

Like most newlywed couples, Jiang Zhiyu and Song Yanzhou spent a week in Beijing.

During the day, they would have short dates—browsing bookstores, eating at state-run restaurants, and taking a walk around the moat; at night, they would be all lovey-dovey, and neither of them would mention that they were leaving in a few days.

Time just flies by too fast.

A week has passed in the blink of an eye.

Song Yanzhou had to return to his unit to cancel his marriage leave, and Jiang Zhiyu also had to set off for Gansu Province.

---

Originally, this was the idea from above—she didn't need to personally go out to find the items; they could be investigated thoroughly, bought one by one, and handed over to her.

The results of the survey were somewhat unexpected.

Most of Li Laitou's batch of goods have already been leaked out through various channels.

Only two items remained, which were bought back and placed in the hands of Commander Yan of the Gansu Provincial Military Region.

Jiang Zhiyu declined the remaining offers of kindness.

"I'll go find it myself."

She spoke calmly, offering no further explanation.

The old leader didn't ask any more questions and simply waved his hand in approval.

In fact, Jiang Zhiyu knew the truth in her heart.

She had a premonition.

The harvest this time will be substantial.

---

Beijing Railway Station.

The two platforms are separated by a railway track.

One was heading south—the direction of Song Yanzhou's troops.

One headed west—towards Gansu Province, as Jiang Zhiyu traveled.

The two stood in the middle of the platform for two minutes.

No one spoke.

Finally, Song Yanzhou bent down, took the enamel cup from Jiang Zhiyu's hand, filled it with hot water, and handed it back to her.

"Drink it on the way."

"Um."

"Time to send a telegram."

"Um."

"Don't be reckless."

"Um."

After Song Yanzhou finished his last sentence with an "Mmm," his eyes began to look resentful.

That look—

I feel incredibly wronged.

Like a large dog abandoned by its owner.

Jiang Zhiyu, at her wits' end with his gaze, reached out and gently pressed her hand against his chest.

"Get in the car quickly."

Song Yanzhou hummed in agreement and turned around.

He took two steps, then looked back again.

Jiang Zhiyu smiled and waved to him.

He then walked back to his platform, turning back every few steps.

---

The train starts moving.

Jiang Zhiyu leaned against the window, watching the platform outside slowly recede into the distance.

In my mind, Seventeen's voice slowly drifted out:

"Host, let me tell you something—"

"When other people are dating, it's always the woman who's reluctant to let go, while the man is all carefree and nonchalant."

"You two are something else—"

"Song Yanzhou looked like a pitiful young wife, her eyes brimming with tears."

"You're like a heartless man, never even looking back."

Jiang Zhiyu remained expressionless.

"If you can't describe it, don't speak."

Seventeen was silent for three seconds:

"...Host, I think what you said hurts the system."

"As expected, after spending so much time together, feelings fade."

Jiang Zhiyu: "You just realized that?"

Seventeen: "..."

It snorted, as if in a huff:

"I feel like the fruit in my space hasn't been growing very well these past few days."

"I'll go take a look."

They disappeared in a flash.

Jiang Zhiyu couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips into a smile.

---

Less than ten seconds later—

With a "whoosh," Seventeen popped into her mind again.

"Host!"

"Um?"

"How many items do you think we'll find this time, like the small bronze tripod?"

Jiang Zhiyu found it funny:

Don't be greedy.

"It would be great to find one like the small bronze tripod."

Seventeen: "Oh—"

Its tiny ball of light spun around in my mind, then "whoosh," it was gone.

Jiang Zhiyu sighed and rubbed her forehead.

This little system—

He's getting more and more mischievous.

---

The train headed west.

The scenery outside the window is changing inch by inch.

The green fields gradually thinned out, and the soil slowly turned a layer of ochre yellow. The further west you went, the more rolling plateaus stretched out.

The people in the carriage are also changing.

Her accent changed, her clothes changed, and even the pace of her speech slowed down.

The next morning, a stark, rough yellow hue appeared outside the window—

Yellow River.

The water was murky and heavy, carrying mud and sand, and gleamed with a metallic sheen in the rising sun.

Jiang Zhiyu looked out the window without saying a word.

She came from the apocalypse and had seen too much desolation.

But the desolation here is different.

The people here live in desolation, yet they still have hope.

---

The train has arrived at the station.

Jiang Zhiyu got off the train and didn't linger at the station. Carrying her small amount of luggage, she headed straight for the Gansu Provincial Military Region.

He had a document given to him by his former boss, along with a letter of introduction.

At the entrance of the provincial armed forces department, two soldiers stood ramrod straight.

Jiang Zhiyu handed over the letter.

The soldier took it, glanced at it, his expression turned serious, and he immediately turned and went into the guard post.

The internal call was connected.

"……yes."

"……clear."

"immediately."

After hanging up the phone, the soldier came out and gave a standard military salute.

"Comrade, please follow me."

Jiang Zhiyu nodded and followed him toward the office area.

---

The courtyard of the provincial armed forces department was much smaller than that in Beijing, and the houses were simple, with several cracks on the ground left by the scorching sun.

People walking around were all very energetic.

The military uniform was faded from washing, and the cuffs were frayed, but the back was straight.

Several officers who passed by nodded to her, their eyes not scrutinizing her, but simply saying "Hello, comrade."

Jiang Zhiyu returned the gifts one by one.

The conditions here are not as good as those in Beijing and Shanghai.

People live a hard and simple life.

But on the face—

It was filled with happiness and hope.

Seventeen floated quietly in my mind, unusually silent.

Jiang Zhiyu knows—

This little system sensed it too.

---

The two walked past two rows of offices and arrived at a door painted dark green.

The soldier leading the way knocked on the door, and a strong voice came from inside:

"Enter!"

The soldier pushed open the door and stepped aside to let Jiang Zhiyu go first.

Jiang Zhiyu stepped into the office.

-

The next moment, Seventeen suddenly stirred in his mind.

The sphere of light began to spin rapidly.

"Host!"

"Host--!"

"I can feel it! There's energy!"

Jiang Zhiyu paused for a moment.

Seventeen's voice was filled with excitement, but also a hint of doubt:

"But there's so little of it."

"A faint, faint energy..."

Jiang Zhiyu composed herself and glanced lightly across the office—

A large desk, a wall covered with maps, two enamel mugs by the window, and a middle-aged soldier with a square face sitting behind the desk, the stars on his epaulets gleaming coldly in the window light.

It was Commander Yan.

There were two other people sitting on the sofa next to them.

One was wearing a Lenin suit, and the other was wearing an old military uniform.

Jiang Zhiyu calmed herself, stepped forward, and gave a crisp military salute:

"Commander Yan, hello."

"I'm from Beijing—Jiang Zhiyu."