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

Jiang Zhiyu followed Zhong Dingwen and Old Zhuge to attend the farewell ceremony for their old leader before preparing to return to the compound with Grandpa Song to rest.

It was already late at night when I left the funeral hall. Gusts of wind brushed against my cheeks, mixed with the sound of sobbing.

Jiang Zhiyu looked up at the starry sky, and suddenly a bright comet with a dazzling tail fell. Jiang Zhiyu asked Seventeen:

"Where do you think that comet will go?"

"Host, you might be going to a different world!"

Jiang Zhiyu murmured

"A different world? How wonderful!"

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As the two reached the corner of the porch, a figure emerged from the shadows to greet them.

Jiang Zhiyu looked up and took a closer look. Wasn't this the old man who had been guarding her bedside when she first entered the ward? His eyes were so red and swollen that he could barely close them, but his back was ramrod straight.

"Comrade Jiang," the old man walked over and stood in front of her, his voice low and hoarse, "this was prepared for you a long time ago by our former leader. He instructed that it be given to you after he passed away."

He held a wooden box in both hands and solemnly handed it over.

Jiang Zhiyu's heart clenched even tighter. She reached out and took it. The box was heavier than she had imagined. The wood seemed to be quite old, and the edges were smooth and warm from being worn.

She held it in her arms, took a half step back, and bowed respectfully to the old man.

The old man accepted the bow without saying anything, only nodding to her before turning and leaving. His back was terribly thin as he walked under the corridor lights, step by step disappearing into the shadows.

Grandpa Song watched from the side, and only after the figure had completely disappeared did he gently pat Jiang Zhiyu's shoulder.

"Take good care of what your former boss gave you. You can look at it again when you get back. Now, go!"

Jiang Zhiyu suddenly became lost in her emotions, her steps faltering, unable to move an inch. The old man sensed it.

"Don't be sad, girl." He sighed, his voice slow and gentle. "We old folks! We've lived to see the country like this today, so we can leave this world peacefully and with peace of mind."

Jiang Zhiyu tightened her grip on the box and looked up at Song Bingzheng.

"Grandpa, you mustn't say that. You'll definitely live to be a hundred."

Grandpa Song was amused by her words and laughed, his wrinkles deepening at the corners of his eyes.

"Alright, alright, I'll live to be a hundred. I'm still waiting to hold your and Yanzhou's child."

Jiang Zhiyu was stunned for a moment.

So this is what the elderly's obsession with their children is like. After attending this farewell ceremony today, she seemed to suddenly understand the weight behind the words "inheritance." Some people endure a lifetime of hardship, and what they can't let go of in the end is not power or fame, but whether there is anyone to carry on the legacy.

The two remained silent the entire way back to the compound, arriving in the middle of the night.

Aunt Yang had cleaned her and Song Yanzhou's house early in the morning, and the lights were on all the time.

After washing up, Jiang Zhiyu gently placed the box on the desk, sat down, and then slowly reached out to open it.

She froze the moment the box lid was opened.

Inside, there was a densely packed stack of handwritten notes. The pages were yellowed and the edges were curled, clearly indicating that they had been collected over many years. She picked up the top one and opened it, reading line by line, her fingers pausing slightly.

One document records clues about known unusual meteorites from various parts of the country, while the other details the whereabouts of special bronze artifacts, noting who handled them and where they ultimately ended up. Each artifact is accompanied by a photograph, with the year, location, and person who handled it clearly documented.

Jiang Zhiyu covered her mouth tightly with her hand, suppressing the rising heat.

She always thought she was discreet enough. The matter of space, the meteorite, her supernatural abilities—she kept it all hidden deep enough. She never imagined that someone had already seen through her and secretly prepared such detailed information for her.

"Seventeen," she murmured to herself, "How do you think the old leader discovered we needed these things?"

Seventeen's voice drifted from his sea of ​​consciousness, unusually without a playful grin.

"Host, don't underestimate those with great fortune. Their perception is like having a third-person perspective. It might also be related to the meteorite loss in the US that made the old leader think of it."

"You've never asked anyone about meteorites or anything like that, yet they managed to deduce what you really want by starting with your interest in bronze artifacts and combining that with intelligence from the US. It's like they have God's eye! But this old boss is being way too good to you!"

Jiang Zhiyu's fingertips gently traced the photograph, remaining silent for a long time. After a while, she finally replied in her mind.

"They were very good to me, extremely good."

"Since I transmigrated to this world, the kindness I've encountered has always outweighed the malice. Especially those in positions of power—they are the most insightful, offering no coercion, no bribery, no scheming. Unlike those people in the apocalypse, who discarded their useful tools after they'd served their purpose."

She said the last sentence very softly, almost as a sigh.

Seventeen remained silent, a rare occurrence. After a moment of quiet in his mind's eye, he cautiously flapped his wings.

Jiang Zhiyu composed herself and carefully read through the stack of notes again. Most of them contained clues about the meteorite, while the rest detailed the whereabouts of the bronze artifacts. When she reached the section on the bronze artifacts, the little wings in her mind suddenly began to flutter excitedly.

"Host, host, this big boss is amazing. He even thought of me!"

"Looks like I have a good chance of leveling up in the future."

Jiang Zhiyu's eyes softened again at its startled reaction, and she smiled with her lips pursed.

"Hmm. You're benefiting from my success too!"

"Once this lab is completed, we'll quickly send the equipment from the space over, and then we'll set off."

She gently closed the journal, put it back in the box, and ran her fingers back and forth across the surface of the box.

"Let's find these meteorites, find these bronze artifacts. Seventeen, if we join forces, we can definitely do more for this country."

We await the day when our country stands at the top of the world.