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

After the three left in a hurry, Jiang Zhiyu held a glass of ice water and looked at Su Wenhao across from her with some puzzlement.

"cousin."

She placed the cup on the table and tapped the inside of the cup twice with her fingers.

"From your introduction, all three families must be incredibly wealthy, right? They own antique shops, auction houses, import/export businesses, and private clubs—each one of which is beyond the reach of ordinary people. As soon as I mentioned I'd reward them handsomely, they ran faster than rabbits; I didn't even have time to react."

Su Wenhao leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and looked like a seasoned veteran.

"Cousin, do you think our family is short of money?"

Jiang Zhiyu tilted her head and thought for a moment, then shook her head.

"Not bad."

"That solves it."

Su Wenhao leaned forward and lowered his voice.

"Our families all have their finances laid out before us. But guess what? If I want to modify my motorcycle, I have to pay for it myself."

He stretched out his palm and gestured in the air.

"We're all pretty much the same; none of us have gotten involved in the family business. Our parents want us to start our own businesses, so if we want to have fun, we have to find ways to earn extra money ourselves."

He raised an eyebrow.

"How much worse off are they than us? Extra income is extra income, household income is household income, they're two different things. If there's money to be made, wouldn't they be eager to get it?"

Jiang Zhiyu was amused by his absurd reasoning, and Su Wenhao poked the cup in front of her with his finger.

"Cousin, weren't the recommendations I made today particularly useful?"

Jiang Zhiyu nodded readily.

"Yes, it's extremely useful. My cousin has a wide circle of friends; he's very capable."

Su Wenhao immediately beamed with delight, grabbed the bill from the table, and stuffed it into Jiang Zhiyu's pocket.

"Then I'm going to rip you off today; you'll pay for everything."

He sniffed and pretended to wipe the corner of his eye.

"I honestly didn't know you were so rich. Last time you got my dad to help with that trade, I vaguely realized you were quite wealthy. But before I could even get a decent meal out of it, you were gone."

He puffed out his chest.

"Not today. Today I'm going to eat you out of house and home. Come on, let's go to my usual place first."

Jiang Zhiyu was pulled to her feet by him and was about to walk out when Su Wenhao remembered something and slapped his forehead.

"Oh, I almost forgot."

He turned his head closer and lowered his voice.

"Cousin, do you still have that model you gave me last time?"

Jiang Zhiyu paused in her steps.

"Another friend of mine saw it and his eyes lit up. He kept talking about it to me, saying how beautiful it was and asking which company made it. But my dad took one look, his face darkened, and he said it was something special. He told me to lock it in my room and not let anyone see it."

When Jiang Zhiyu heard the words "not simple," her heart skipped a beat, but she remained expressionless.

She mentally slapped her forehead.

She pulled Su Wenhao aside to avoid passersby, and her tone immediately became serious.

"Cousin, listen to me."

Seeing her attitude, Su Wenhao's playful demeanor faded considerably.

"That model is fine for you to admire by yourself."

Jiang Zhiyu stared into his eyes.

"Don't show this to anyone, not even your closest buddies."

Su Wenhao frowned slightly.

Jiang Zhiyu leaned closer and lowered her voice.

"Just take what I said today as an exaggeration. This thing is a state secret. I'm giving it to you as a gift from your older brother. If anyone asks, just say one thing—a knock-off I found at a street stall, just something to look at."

Su Wenhao was stunned.

He'd traveled between the US and Hong Kong with his family since he was a child, so he knew exactly what to take to heart and what to say as a joke. Jiang Zhiyu had spoken very softly, but he'd heard her clearly.

He straightened his back.

"OK."

He also lowered his voice.

"From now on, I'll lock it up and look at it myself. Anyone who asks will know it's a fake. I'll also talk to Dad about it so he can rest assured."

Jiang Zhiyu breathed a sigh of relief and patted his arm.

"That's right."

Seventeen sighed in her mind.

"Host, could you please pay a little more attention in the future?"

Jiang Zhiyu silently replied.

"Okay, okay, I'll tidy things up later and get rid of those eyesores in the space."

She planned that once this storm passed, she could select a few less important models and send them to the research institutes in China, letting the experts analyze them. What seemed like gibberish to her might be a new approach for those senior researchers.

We were so focused on hiding that we overlooked this path.

She silently made a mental note of it.

Su Wenhao's mood changed quickly as well. Seeing his cousin's expression relax, he immediately regained his previous enthusiasm and put his arm around her shoulder.

"Let's go, let's go, don't delay."

He started muttering to himself again.

"I made a list today, and we're going to eat everything from lunchtime to dinner, nothing can be missed. If you dare say you won't eat, I'm going to tell your grandma."

Jiang Zhiyu was pulled along by him, laughing all the way.

The two spent the day wandering around San Francisco.

They ate at a long-established Cantonese restaurant in Chinatown, then moved to a Japanese restaurant by the sea, from a bakery near the pier to a jazz bar in the city center. They even stopped at a car dealership Su Wenhao frequented, circling a brand-new motorcycle halfway around it. Su Wenhao pointed and talked non-stop the whole way.

Jiang Zhiyu was also unusually relaxed, following him to try a bite here and a glance there, her steps lighter than during those few days in the capital.

They lingered until it was almost dark before leisurely strolling back to their uncle's house.

As soon as I entered the courtyard, I heard Su Lixing's voice coming from the living room.

"Su Wenhao, you stop right there."

Su Wenhao shrank back and subconsciously took a half-step behind Jiang Zhiyu.

Su Lixing stood up from the sofa and pointed at his nose.

"It's one thing for you to be away from home all day, but why did you drag your cousin out all day too? She didn't come home for lunch, and she didn't come home for dinner either. Your grandma waited for her at home the whole afternoon."

He slammed the newspaper he was holding onto the coffee table.

"I think you're asking for trouble again, aren't you?"

Su Wenhao grinned, gave Jiang Zhiyu a wink, and with quick and practiced movements, darted up the stairs first.

"Dad, I know I was wrong. I'll make it up tomorrow, I'll make it up tomorrow—"

"You come back here!"

Jiang Zhiyu looked at this scene and covered her mouth with her hand, laughing.

Shen Peiyu poked her head out of the kitchen, holding a plate of freshly washed fruit in one hand, and waved to her.

"Zhiyu, come here to Grandma, don't pay attention to those two."