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

The next morning, as soon as Jiang Zhiyu came downstairs, she saw Su Wenhao already sitting sprawled out at the dining table, shaking his legs and waiting for her.

He waved to her.

"Cousin, come and eat quickly. After you finish eating, I'll take you out to meet my good buddies."

Su Wenhao ate very quickly. By the time Jiang Zhiyu put down her spoon, he had already parked his car in front of the house.

"Grandma, you rest. I'll take my cousin out for a walk."

The old lady nodded, slipped a small amulet into Jiang Zhiyu's hand, and reluctantly let her leave.

As soon as Su Wenhao got into the car, he started muttering:

"Don't worry, cousin. The guys I'm introducing you to today are all brothers I've known since childhood. Everyone I introduce to you is someone I know well and who can handle anything."

Jiang Zhiyu leaned back in the passenger seat, smiling with her lips pursed:

"Thank you so much, cousin! You've gone to so much trouble!"

After about twenty minutes of driving, the car stopped in front of a coffee shop in the city. This shop was a regular haunt of Su Wenhao's circle. Three people were already seated at the long table by the window on the left side of the entrance.

As soon as Su Wenhao pushed the door open and came in, the three of them looked up in unison.

"Hey, Wenhao, why are you up so early today?"

The one in the middle spoke first. He looked to be about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, dressed in a well-tailored British suit, his hair was neatly combed, and his eyes had a deep, mixed-race look.

Su Wenhao pulled Jiang Zhiyu straight over, propped one arm on the table, and his smugness practically overflowed. He cleared his throat and deliberately let Jiang Zhiyu step forward:

"Come on, let me formally introduce you all."

He raised his hand and placed it on Jiang Zhiyu's shoulder, speaking clearly and distinctly:

"This is my cousin, Jiang Zhiyu."

The three men immediately perked up. The youngest guy on the left, his round eyes lit up instantly:

"Hey, Hao-ge, when did you get such a beautiful cousin?"

Su Wenhao snorted smugly:

"I've always had it."

After saying that, she puffed out her chest.

"My cousin is always in China and can't come. Last time she came, she left in a hurry, so I didn't have time to introduce her to you. This time, I'll let you see for yourselves—let me formally introduce you."

The three of them were amused by his smug look.

The young man in the suit sitting in the middle was the first to stand up, extend his hand to Jiang Zhiyu, and give her a perfectly polite smile:

"Hello, my dear cousin."

His language was a mix of Chinese and English:

"My name is Jason, my Chinese name is Jiesen. My family owns an antique shop in Chinatown. Come visit the shop anytime, and if you see anything you like, just tell me, and I'll give it to you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Wenhao patted Jason on the shoulder, turned his head and whispered to Jiang Zhiyu, "tattling" on her, deliberately raising his voice so that half the room could hear:

"Let me tell you, his family not only runs an antique shop, but also an auction house. Don't be shy with them; they really have a lot of stuff."

Jason wasn't annoyed at being "sold out" by his own brother; on the contrary, he seemed quite pleased with it.

The man sitting next to Jason was quiet and wore gold-rimmed glasses. He slowly stood up and extended his hand to Jiang Zhiyu:

"Hello, little cousin, my name is Lin Youan."

His voice was not loud.

Jiang Zhiyu shook his hand and could tell that this person was a calm and collected individual.

Su Wenhao, not wanting to miss this opportunity for "supplementary explanation," leaned close to Jiang Zhiyu's ear and deliberately raised his voice:

"His family is in the international mineral import and export business. We're related, you could say. But they deal in mining, while we deal in commodities."

The young man sitting on the far right jumped up upon hearing this:

"Wenhao, you're quite something!"

He raised his chin.

"Are you trying to turn all our families' assets upside down and tell your sister everything? What do you mean by that?"

Su Wenhao chuckled:

"Hey, I'm just showing off for you guys."

He turned his head and said to Jiang Zhiyu:

"Cousin, his name is Wang Ziheng. His family owns several private clubs, including a branch in Hong Kong. So if you need any information, just ask him. He's the kind of person who gets information faster than the newspapers."

Jiang Zhiyu's eyes slowly brightened.

Antiques, minerals, and news—these three paths led her exactly to what she was looking for.

She smiled gently and gave the three young men a proper bow.

"Greetings, my three cousins! Today is like a godsend, just when I was feeling sleepy."

The three of them exchanged glances, all of them intrigued by her words.

Jiang Zhiyu didn't beat around the bush and began slowly and deliberately:

"I have a little personal hobby: I like to collect unusual meteorites."

She paused for a moment, then added:

"There are also some old bronze artifacts."

Jiang Zhiyu continued:

"If any of you three cousins ​​have any information on this, please pass it on to Cousin Wenhao. The reward is—"

She looked up and smiled.

"Absolutely generous."

Su Wenhao immediately chimed in, his voice rising and becoming uncontrollable:

"Hey, I'm not bragging when I say this."

He braced himself on the table with both hands:

"My cousin is really rich. You know our family's situation; the combined wealth of the three of us is—"

He held up three fingers.

"They might not even be as good as her alone."

The coffee shop fell silent for two seconds.

Wang Ziheng was the first to become suspicious, squinting as he sized up Jiang Zhiyu. He was young, but he had been around all sorts of people in the club, and the smile in his eyes slowly faded, replaced by scrutiny.

"Wenhao."

He spoke lazily.

"We all know the situation in China right now. What you're saying sounds a bit far-fetched."

Jason and Lin Youan remained silent, but simultaneously glanced at Jiang Zhiyu.

The sight of three pairs of eyes blocking his way only fueled Su Wenhao's enthusiasm. He leaned back in his chair and let out a cold laugh:

"What do you know?"

He pointed at Jiang Zhiyu:

"Our business was booming a while ago, you all have ears. Let me tell you—those orders were all placed by my cousin."

He paused, then added:

"Furthermore, my cousin also owns a company in Hong Kong."

Prince Heng finally raised his eyebrows.

He leaned forward slightly, his smile now tinged with seriousness:

"Does your cousin also have a company in Hong Kong?"

He paused:

What's your name?

Jiang Zhiyu didn't try to hide anything, picked up her coffee, took a sip, and said in a flat tone:

"I haven't personally overseen things in Hong Kong. Shen Muyan has been handling it the whole time."

In the coffee shop, the spoon in Wang Ziheng's hand fell into the cup with a "clatter".

He froze for two seconds.

"You, you, you—"

He pointed at Jiang Zhiyu, a sentence stuck in his throat. After a long pause, he finally managed to catch his breath, his voice extremely low:

"You're the... boss behind Shen Muyan?"

Jason and Lin Youan's expressions also changed.

Su Wenhao, on the other hand, was completely confused:

"What Shen Muyan? What are you talking about?"

He tugged at Wang Ziheng's arm.

"You'd better explain yourself clearly, brother."

Wang Ziheng's Adam's apple bobbed as he slowly turned his head to look at his good brother:

"Wenhao."

His voice was low.

"You don't know who Shen Muyan is?"

Su Wenhao shook his head vigorously, like a rattle-drum.

Wang Ziheng clicked his tongue in exasperation.

"This is Shen Muyan, the owner of a company that rose to prominence in Hong Kong six months ago. He started from an inconspicuous little shop and has now become quite prominent. His wealth is the envy of many—he buys any piece of land he sets his sights on, any good dock in the port, as long as he has the funds. At every land auction, his family is always bidding."

He paused for a moment, then turned his gaze back to Jiang Zhiyu:

"The strangest thing is—they only take in things and never give them away. They've never sold a single item they bought."

He slowly leaned back in his chair, his voice even lower:

"For the past six months, countless people in the port city have been trying to find out who their boss is. But so far, not a single person has managed to find out."

He paused, and the last sentence was almost a sigh uttered with a laugh:

"I never expected to run into Prince Heng today."

He stood up and cupped his hands in a half-serious, half-joking gesture towards Jiang Zhiyu:

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Zhiyu was amused by his formal manners and waved her hand dismissively:

"Don't call me that, Cousin Wang."

She gently set the coffee cup down:

"Shen Muyan handled all those matters; I didn't get involved at all. So please don't call me 'boss,' it sounds really awkward."

Jason finally recovered from his shock. He regained his composed smile, but the scrutiny in his eyes had transformed into a different kind of seriousness. He slowly raised his hand and tapped it lightly on the table:

"My cousin is too kind."

He looked up at her:

"We couldn't find anyone in Hong Kong who could get someone like Shen Muyan to run the business. It's our good fortune that we were introduced to each other today."

Lin Youan nodded and added politely:

"From now on, it's up to the rest of us to handle things on my cousin's side."

Jiang Zhiyu smiled slightly at them, suppressing her joking expression, and seriously brought the topic back:

"Then I won't stand on ceremony."

She said, word by word:

"I don't need much."

"Firstly, there are valuable cultural relics, mainly bronzes."

"Secondly, mysterious objects of unknown origin and whose source cannot be determined."

"Thirdly, I collect all kinds of rare meteorites; as long as they have a known location, I'll buy them all."

After she finished speaking, she nodded slightly to the three of them:

"My three cousins, I'm in trouble."

The three people exchanged a glance.

Jason was the first to speak:

"Alright. Since my sister has spoken, let's call it a day and go back to inquire."

He paused for a moment:

"We don't usually pay attention to these kinds of messages, but if we really wanted to investigate, it shouldn't be too slow."

Lin Youan nodded in agreement.

Wang Ziheng downed his coffee in one gulp, slammed the cup on the table, and revealed a set of white teeth:

"I remember you saying—the reward would be generous."

He turned his head to look at Su Wenhao, his eyes full of mischief:

"If we can really get this deal with my sister, Haozi..."

He reached out and patted Su Wenhao on the shoulder:

"Isn't it time to do some more modifications on that beat-up motorcycle of yours?"

Su Wenhao was struck by the revelation, his eyes lit up, and he slapped his thigh hard.

He turned his head and grinned at Jiang Zhiyu:

"Cousin, I think we have to do this business, whether we like it or not."