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

Jiang Zhiyu was just about to leave the desert laboratory and go back to M country to see how her parents were doing there these past two days.

Before she could even say goodbye to Commander Qian, he rushed over in a hurry.

He stood in front of Jiang Zhiyu, scratching the back of his head somewhat embarrassedly.

"Girl, I think I've gotten you into trouble."

Jiang Zhiyu, not understanding, tilted her head to look at him.

"Our circle is only so big. Once the radiation was cleared here, other labs found out very quickly. They called to ask, and I told them it was the Second Administration Bureau's idea. Within two days, all the calls were going to the Second Administration Bureau."

He rubbed his hands together. "Director Zhong is calling now and wants you to answer it."

"Girl, I didn't mean it, but this really can't be kept secret."

Jiang Zhiyu smiled. "President Qian, there's no need to blame yourself. Since you have the ability, you should be able to shoulder the responsibility. I also want to provide a safe research environment for researchers working on the front lines."

Qian Weiguo breathed a sigh of relief and led her into the office.

Jiang Zhiyu picked up the phone, and Zhong Dingwen's voice came from the other end, tinged with helplessness.

"Girl, what have you done now!"

"The deputy director has become a coward, running off for so many days without returning, only to end up cleaning up radiation in the desert. If the bureau's phones hadn't been ringing off the hook, I wouldn't have known you had this hidden talent."

"Director Chung, please don't tease me. I discovered it by accident."

"Then come back here. The phone's been ringing off the hook. And Master spread the word that you're particularly fond of bronze artifacts and meteorites. The people in those labs have been frantically searching for bronze artifacts and meteorites these past few days, just so you can come over and help them clean up the radiation."

Seventeen immediately popped into my mind.

"Host, this is too awesome! We don't even need to bother searching anymore! From now on, we can pick and choose all kinds of bronzes and jade! Especially these research labs, they have no shortage of minerals and meteorites!"

"Host, we've struck it rich! We've struck it rich! We've struck it rich!"

Jiang Zhiyu's lips twitched, but she held back her laughter. She responded to Zhong Dingwen and then said goodbye to Qian Weiguo.

They went directly into the space where no one was around and instantly teleported to the Second Administration Bureau of Beijing.

Upon arrival, they went straight to Zhong Dingwen's office.

Zhong Dingwen glanced at his watch, his lips twitching.

"Good grief, less than half an hour after I hung up the phone, you're already standing right in front of me."

"Then if you call me, you'll be the only one who knows, so of course I don't need to hide it."

"So you're sure I won't tell anyone?"

"What else?"

Zhong Dingwen sighed, "Alright, I give up on you, girl. You should probably avoid me from now on!"

He handed over a stack of documents as he spoke.

"They were all invitations from major military research institutes and aerospace research institutes."

Jiang Zhiyu flipped through it; it was a thick stack, containing at least a dozen or twenty companies.

As she looked through them, she asked, "There are so many, which one should I go to first? There should be priorities, shouldn't there? Didn't you even give me a heads-up?"

"Of course I'll sort it out for you." Zhong Dingwen handed over another document. "Go to this one first."

Jiang Zhiyu glanced at it; it was a research institute in the suburbs of Beijing.

"First, it's the closest. And there's an even more important reason."

Zhong Dingwen's voice turned somber.

"Our national-level aerospace research institute, a classified unit, has a senior researcher, a national-level expert. Now he can't even get out of bed. Medical resources in Gansu Province are insufficient, so he was forcibly sent back. Even so, he refuses to give up, running daily from the hospital to the Beijing research institute to verbally guide students. Now he's surviving on IV drips."

"He suffered terribly in the desert back then, tormented by radiation to the point of unbearable pain. But he said his brain could still function, and he still had his guards push him to the research institute for classes every day."

"There's no nuclear contamination at the research institute here that you need to handle. It's mainly this elderly man who needs your help."

Jiang Zhiyu put down the documents. "No problem, please take me there."

"Wait a moment, the master will take you there personally when he arrives. I have things to do today. You, the deputy director, don't take on any responsibility and just create so much work for the management bureau. I have to stay home and clean up this mess."

Jiang Zhiyu scratched her head helplessly. "This was truly an accident. I only discovered by chance that I could clean up nuclear radiation contamination."

"Alright, I told those researchers I used a sealing technique, so I didn't expose you. Go ahead without worry."

Sure enough, not long after, a hearty laugh came from outside the door.

"Little girl, you've done a great job again!"

Zhuge Yunhe walked in with a smile.

"Please stop teasing me. Let's go see that senior researcher, a national-level scholar."

After getting into the car, Zhuge Yunhe looked at Jiang Zhiyu with curiosity.

"You leveled up again? Discovered a new skill?"

Jiang Zhiyu glanced at him, "I guess so."

"You always only say half of what you mean. What do you mean by 'sort of'?"

"Aren't you supposed to be good at divination? Go ahead and do the calculations."

"You think you can predict everything?" Zhuge Yunhe shook his head. "I think you're inaccurate at everything you do, making me wonder if my skills are lacking and affecting my resolve."

Jiang Zhiyu found it somewhat amusing.

Zhuge Yunhe suppressed his smile and became serious.

"This researcher is very important. If he can recover, our country can advance at least ten years in the field of aerospace. Girl, do you know what that means?"

"I know, how old is he this year? Even after the radiation in his body is cleared, his lifespan will still be affected."

"I understand that. The damage has already been done, and even if it's repaired, its lifespan will definitely be significantly reduced."

"He's not very old, only in his early sixties."

Zhuge Yunhe gazed at the mountain shadows flashing past the car window, his voice lowering slightly.

"This man returned from abroad in the early days of the People's Republic of China, having given up the superior conditions he enjoyed overseas. He faced countless hardships and narrowly escaped death."

"Girl, do you know how difficult it is for those Chinese scientists abroad to return home?"

"I know. I've done similar missions before, have you forgotten?"

"I'd almost forgotten about that. You weren't part of our bureau back then."

He paused, then suddenly gave a smug smile.

"Luckily, I managed to get you into the bowl. Now those old men glare at me and blow their beards at me. Ah, I was quick enough."

Jiang Zhiyu glanced at him. "If you didn't have that knack for shrewd calculations, are you sure you could have outmaneuvered those bureau chiefs?"

"Being able to predict the future is also one of my skills."

The car sped along, heading towards the research institute in the mountains on the outskirts of Beijing.