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

She returned to room 208 after finishing the phone call.

Before I could even change my shoes or pour myself a cup of hot water, there was a rapid knocking on the door.

It's that little soldier again.

He was panting heavily, his face flushed.

Jiang Zhiyu opened the door, raising an eyebrow slightly: "What's wrong?"

The young soldier scratched his head, catching his breath, and said, "Comrade Jiang, the phone is ringing again. Commander Yan requests that you come to the military region again."

Jiang Zhiyu was slightly taken aback: "Didn't you just get back from a phone call?"

"It was the old leader who called personally, saying he has something important to discuss with you."

Without delay, Jiang Zhiyu grabbed her coat and quickly left with the young soldier.

Upon arriving at the military region, Commander Yan came out to greet us from afar, still with his gentle and smiling demeanor, but with a touch more solemnity in his eyes.

"Oh dear, Comrade Jiang, I'm so sorry to have troubled you to make the trip. You had just left when the old leader called urgently, saying that something urgent had happened and they had to ask you to come over again."

Jiang Zhiyu waved her hand: "It's nothing."

"Please come inside and sit for a while. The dedicated phone line will call you back in about fifteen minutes."

Jiang Zhiyu nodded, went inside, and sat down.

The guard brought over a cup of hot tea as usual.

Seventeen quietly popped into her mind: "Host, is it about that batch of supplies?"

Jiang Zhiyu silently replied, "Hard to say, but I'd guess it's about right."

She had a vague idea of ​​what was going on.

These past few days, the three elders have been working tirelessly for her, unable to sleep at night, so their anxiety is understandable.

Less than fifteen minutes later, the dedicated phone on the table rang on time.

Jiang Zhiyu got up and answered it.

On the other end of the phone, the old leader's voice was even rougher and hoarser than the previous call.

"Xiao Jiang, there's something I'd like to discuss with you."

"I know you've received a new batch of supplies. The construction schedule for our desert laboratory has been tight. I just had my secretary contact Qian Weiguo and asked him to speed things up as much as possible."

"But Qian Weiguo replied that there is a major problem right now. Several batches of large precision instruments and special materials imported from abroad are all stuck in Tianjin Port and cannot be shipped out for a long time."

"The equipment is too large, and with our current transportation capacity, we simply can't handle it in a short time. Moreover, this batch of equipment is extremely precise and expensive; even a slight bump could result in a loss of hundreds of thousands or millions of foreign exchange. Our staff doesn't dare to easily entrust outsiders with its transportation."

The old leader paused for a moment, his tone becoming increasingly earnest.

"Look, could you do me a favor? It would be safest if you personally transported this batch of supplies. Just bring your Second Administration Bureau credentials, and I've already made arrangements so you can take over the dispatching as soon as you arrive at the port."

As Jiang Zhiyu listened, her fingertips unconsciously tightened their grip on the microphone.

The old leader sighed softly.

"Girl, I'm hoping that these crucial supplies you have can be put into use as soon as possible. My health is deteriorating year by year, and I'm thinking that while my old eyes can still see clearly, I want to see our own desert laboratory operating smoothly with my own eyes."

Upon hearing these words, Jiang Zhiyu's throat tightened suddenly.

She instantly understood that the old man already knew his time was coming to an end.

Jiang Zhiyu took a deep breath, suppressing the bitterness surging in her heart, and said in a deep voice, "Old leader, please don't say that. I'll go there to handle it right away."

The old leader suddenly asked, "Could you use the method you used when you went to the Japanese side to speed up the journey?"

"I cannot deliver directly to Tianjin Port at the moment; the fastest I can do is transfer through Beijing."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a gentle laugh.

"Girl, since you've made it to Beijing, why don't you come over this afternoon and have a detailed talk with us old folks? It's on your way."

Jiang Zhiyu's lips twitched slightly: "Okay, see you this afternoon."

After saying that, the old leader gently hung up the phone.

Inside the Beijing Municipal Government office.

The red phone was put away, and the old leader looked up at Zhuge Yunhe and Xu Yunzi, who were sitting on the left and right sides of the sofa.

"She agreed to come for a meeting this afternoon."

Zhuge Yunhe and Xu Yunzi were both startled, and subconsciously got up, then slowly sat back down.

Zhuge Yunhe shook his head helplessly and chuckled: "This girl is becoming more and more open about her sharpness these days. You don't know, she used to be extremely wary of me. If I asked her a few questions, her eyes would turn frighteningly cold. Now she's so frank. Although she hasn't said it outright, all three of us know perfectly well what's going on."

"Fortunately, currently only the three of us know the whole story."

Xu Yunzi had been recuperating for many days, but he was still thin. He turned to look at Zhuge Yunhe, a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

"Junior brother, do you think she might be the person Master foretold back then?"

Zhuge Yunhe pondered for a moment, then gently shook his head: "It's hard to say. It's still somewhat different from what Master described back then."

He waved his hand dismissively and smiled, "Forget it, there's no point in us worrying about this. The girl possesses unparalleled skills and is devoted to her country, that's enough. What's most worrisome is someone with great abilities becoming a tool for others, that would be a great misfortune for the nation."

The old leader nodded slowly, his tone filled with emotion.

"Yes. The country is still poor, and too many people are restless. They can change their minds for a little bit of profit. Little Jiang is a wise and discerning girl. She knows what to choose and what to discard, and she understands the greater good. She is a blessing to China."

The three exchanged a glance and remained silent.

The sun was high in the sky outside the window, and the light was just right.

Gansu Provincial Military Region Camp.

Jiang Zhiyu put down the microphone, said goodbye to Commander Yan, and walked out of the military compound alone.

The old leader's words still weighed heavily on her heart.

She found a secluded corner where no one was around and closed her eyes.

"Seventeen."

"Hmm? Host."

"Do you have enough energy reserves right now?"

Seventeen muttered to himself, "It's enough, but only enough for one round trip to Beijing. If we teleport frequently again in a short period of time, it will be very difficult."

Jiang Zhiyu frowned slightly: "The energy blocks you exchanged for in the system world using spiritual spring water last time, can you still use them after the upgrade?"

"It works!" Seventeen perked up instantly. "It just consumes more energy than before, and one piece won't last too long."

Jiang Zhiyu's tone was decisive: "Go exchange it right now. We've been teleporting too frequently lately, and we absolutely can't afford to mess things up at crucial moments. Use the most concentrated spiritual spring water from the spatial spring to exchange for as much as you can; the more the better. Ideally, from now on, we'll never have to worry about energy again."

Seventeen trembled with excitement in her mind, her little wings flapping rapidly: "Alright, host! Hehe, I can go to the system world and brag to my old friends again! Nothing new happened last time, but this time I'll have plenty to say!"

Jiang Zhiyu's heartache subsided somewhat as she was amused by its lively appearance, and she gently instructed, "Stop showing off, focus on bringing back the energy cubes."

"I know, I know!"

Jiang Zhiyu slowly opened her eyes, looked around, and confirmed that no one was watching.

A flash of light and shadow suddenly appeared before my eyes, followed by a slight feeling of weightlessness.

Once I had my footing, I was on a familiar asphalt road on the outskirts of Beijing.

In the distance, the sanatorium, with its white walls and red roof, is quietly hidden under the dense shade of a grove of old locust trees.

Jiang Zhiyu brushed the dust off her clothes and walked steadily along the main road toward the sanatorium.

The guard at the gate already recognized her. He saluted politely, checked her documents as usual, and then immediately called to report inside.

A moment later, a jeep drove out of the yard and came to a steady stop in front of her.

The young soldier driver saluted and opened the car door: "Comrade Jiang, your old leader is already waiting for you in the yard."

Jiang Zhiyu nodded slightly and bent down to get into the car.

The car started smoothly and slowly drove into the depths of the sanatorium along the winding tree-lined road.