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

The next morning, before Su Wenhao and Jiang Zhiyu could even leave the house, they heard the roar of a motorcycle, followed by the ringing of the doorbell.

He Li peeked out of the restaurant and immediately saw the three children. Without saying a word, she turned around and called out to the kitchen.

"Auntie, could you please set out three more sets of bowls and chopsticks? They arrived so early; they definitely haven't had breakfast."

Jason, being the most adept at handling situations, immediately took off his coat and approached with a grin.

"Auntie, you understand us so well."

The three of them didn't stand on ceremony, sat down at the long table, and started eating one dish after another. He Li laughed beside them and cut them another plate of fruit.

By the time Jiang Zhiyu and Su Wenhao came downstairs, the three of them had already cleared most of the table.

Wang Ziheng wiped his mouth and looked up.

"Oh dear! The three of us finished eating, and you two just came downstairs. Now there's nothing to eat!"

Su Wenhao rolled his eyes.

"You guys come to my house for a free meal and you're acting all high and mighty."

"Enough with the nonsense."

Wang Ziheng leaned back in his chair and raised his chin.

"Let's find a quiet place and report what we found out last night to my cousin."

Upon hearing this, Su Wenhao immediately swallowed the bread in his mouth, got up, and went to get his coat.

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go, let's skip the food and go back to that coffee shop from yesterday."

Jiang Zhiyu had only been sitting down for two minutes, and hadn't even taken a bite, when she was again pulled away by this group of people.

Five motorcycles were parked in a row in the yard. The engines roared at the same time, the sound so loud that the living room windows trembled. Shen Peiyu leaned out of the second-floor bedroom window and pressed her ear to her ear.

"These children."

The old lady kept talking to He Li.

"I haven't even settled Zhiyu in properly yet, and she's already run off again. We need to make them drive slowly on the way, so they don't scare Zhiyu."

He Li responded from downstairs.

"Mom, don't worry, they know what they're doing. They're all grown up now."

The old lady watched helplessly as five motorcycles sped out of the courtyard gate, sighed, and went back into the house.

The same coffee shop as yesterday. My usual spot by the window.

Jiang Zhiyu, familiar with the place, ordered coffee for everyone and several desserts. Before she could even sit down, Lin Youan had already pulled a stack of documents from his black leather bag and gently pushed them in front of her.

"cousin."

He pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, his voice as flat as ever.

"This is what I roughly reviewed last night when I got home. I specifically checked the records for special ores and large meteorites."

Jiang Zhiyu opened the documents.

"Believe it or not, I actually found one."

Lin Youan pointed to one of the pages.

"This meteorite is in the hands of the Hansenlock family."

"Hansenlock."

Jiang Zhiyu went over the name in her mind and then looked up.

"The name sounds familiar."

"If it sounds familiar, that's why."

Lin Youan nodded.

"Their family is the wealthiest in the area. The previous patriarch was a mining fanatic; his lifelong hobby was collecting stones. This meteorite was quite large; it was his most prized possession, never even touched by his grandchildren. This generation, having inherited the family business, treats it like a priceless treasure."

He paused.

"Cousin, to be honest, it'll be difficult to move out of their house. They're not short of money, and it's hard to refuse them out of courtesy."

Jiang Zhiyu nodded, but didn't rush to express her opinion. She folded a corner of the page.

"Okay, I'll remember that. I'll figure something out eventually."

Wang Ziheng then put down his coffee and took over the conversation.

"My findings are similar to Lin Youan's."

He leaned back in his chair.

"Most of the bronze artifacts that are documented and publicly recognized are already owned. I had several of the old shopkeepers in my family search through the records all night, and they did find one that was quite special."

"you say."

Jiang Zhiyu raised her eyes.

"He is an elderly British earl who immigrated here a few years ago."

Wang Ziheng gestured on the table with his hand.

"This old gentleman is very fascinated by Chinese culture; his two large rooms are filled with items he's collected from the East. He has a bronze tripod in his hand."

"The strange thing is this cauldron."

His fingers paused.

"He took the tripod himself and searched through all the ancient books he could find in the local Chinese community. He also invited many knowledgeable elders to examine it, but no one could give him a definitive answer. The era was unknown, its provenance was unknown, and they couldn't even be sure which dynasty the inscriptions belonged to."

Jiang Zhiyu felt a pang of anxiety upon hearing this, but she didn't show it on her face.

"How big is that guy?"

"Its size is enormous."

Wang Ziheng spread his arms wide.

"My father was fortunate enough to see it once. He said that the size of this cauldron far surpasses any bronze cauldron that can be found in the market. It was lost from China a hundred years ago and later ended up in the hands of this old foreigner."

He lowered his voice.

"The strangest thing is the two handles on top. One handle has a dragon coiled on it, and the other has a snake-like animal coiled on it. There's a tortoise pressing down on the bottom of the cauldron. The characters on the cauldron don't resemble the Shang and Zhou dynasties, the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods, or the Qin and Han dynasties. None of the ancient Chinese dynasties that we can match them up. They seem to be the script of some vanished small tribe."

Jiang Zhiyu's fingers tightened slightly as she gripped the coffee cup.

In her mind, the wings suddenly came to a halt.

Wang Ziheng became more and more excited as he spoke.

"This cauldron has been circulating among the Chinese community for over half a year, with everyone wanting to see if they could decipher its secrets, but they all came back empty-handed. That old foreigner is now guarding it like a treasure; forget about selling it, it's difficult to even let anyone else take a look at it. Sorry, cousin, I can't get anywhere with this connection for now."

Jiang Zhiyu waved her hand and then closed the document.

"That's already very good. I've remembered both of the things you mentioned."

"but."

Wang Ziheng leaned forward again.

"Since we're all free today, how about we go to the antique street with you? You said yesterday you wanted something mysterious, huge, and of dubious origin, so we've compiled a list of interesting ones overnight. We'll go check them out one by one at the stalls."

He grinned.

"Anyway, you're not short of money, are you?"

Jiang Zhiyu couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Okay, whatever you say."

Jason then spoke slowly, as if he had been holding it in for a long time.

"It's my turn, it's my turn."