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

It was almost midnight when Jiang Zhiyu returned to the camp. The cave was spotless, with a row of simple cots against the wall. A thick canvas curtain hung at the entrance, revealing the dark bay outside. Lying on the cot, she planned to tell Lu Zhenting and Qi Zhenhai that she would be returning to Kyoto once it was light. Her child was still young, and she couldn't explain to her mother if she stayed away too long.

Before dawn, there was movement at the cave entrance. After Jiang Zhiyu finished tidying up, she lifted the curtain.

Two dark heads stood there against the light, startling Jiang Zhiyu. She had already retrieved her pistol from her spatial storage and was holding it in her hand. After adjusting her gaze, she recognized them as Lu Zhenting and Qi Zhenhai.

"What are you two doing? You scared me!"

Qi Zhenhai grabbed her sleeve and dragged her outside, his smile clearly malicious. Jiang Zhiyu, helpless, followed him in her shuffling shoes, utterly astonished by his shamelessness. Based on Gao Lao's description that day, she knew this naval deputy commander was thick-skinned; he dared to block the doors of Gao Lao and Li Lao, so blocking her door was sure to lead to trouble.

The three men entered Lu Zhenting's office. Qi Zhenhai closed the door behind him and locked it from the inside. Lu Zhenting stood to the side, his lips twitching slightly, but he remained silent.

Qi Zhenhai leaned close to Jiang Zhiyu, his voice barely audible, "Comrade Jiang, what other good stuff do you have? If I hadn't asked yesterday, we wouldn't have the destroyers and frigates behind us."

Jiang Zhiyu sat down in the chair and scanned the sea surface in the space with her mental energy. There were only a few speedboats and one yacht left; there really weren't any big items left.

She looked at Qi Zhenhai very seriously, "Deputy Commander Qi, we really don't have any more. Do you think I wouldn't give them to you if I had them? You only asked about destroyers, but I proactively gave you frigates as well. I only gave them to you because I truly had them; I can't conjure up something I don't have!"

Qi Zhenhai deflated for a moment, rubbing his knees together, but his eyes darted around. After a few seconds, he mustered his courage again, lowering his voice even further, "Then... could you get your hands on a nuclear submarine?"

Jiang Zhiyu gave him a deep look. "Not yet, there hasn't been a chance to get one."

Upon hearing "not available for the time being," Qi Zhenhai's eyes lit up again. He straightened his back, looked at Jiang Zhiyu seriously, and said, "Then Director Jiang, you owe me a nuclear submarine. I'll be on the waiting list."

Jiang Zhiyu's eyes widened, and she remained speechless for a long time. Qi Zhenhai sat there calmly, as if he had just said that the weather was nice today, without even raising an eyebrow.

Jiang Zhiyu had truly experienced this man's shamelessness. He stared at Qi Zhenhai for several seconds before blurting out, "You shouldn't be involved in the navy; you should be involved in diplomatic negotiations."

Qi Zhenhai was not angry at all; on the contrary, he nodded in agreement, "Comrade Jiang is right. I can consider it after I retire."

Lu Zhenting hadn't said a word from beginning to end. Seeing the two of them awkwardly standing there, he finally spoke. He straightened up, looked at Jiang Zhiyu, and said, "Director Jiang, the reverse engineering team has recently cracked several tough nuts to crack. The scientists are so busy they can barely lift their heads. They asked me to pass on their message to you to express their gratitude."

Jiang Zhiyu waved her hand, "Why thank me? They tackled the tough challenges; we should be thanking them. They're getting old, and I've noticed the cafeteria's nutrition has been a bit lacking these past few days. You could try to apply to the higher-ups to improve the meals."

Lu Zhenting nodded, "Our food is great, it's just that with so many people arriving all at once, the logistics haven't quite kept up. We'll adjust as soon as possible."

"Don't mistreat those veteran scientists; they're the ones who work the hardest." Jiang Zhiyu stood up, patted the wrinkles on her clothes, and said, "If there's nothing else, I'll be going now."

She walked to the door, but before she could even touch the doorknob, Qi Zhenhai had already appeared in front of her.

"Comrade Jiang, please reconsider."

Jiang Zhiyu looked down and saw that the naval deputy commander, who was over fifty years old, had his hands behind his back, his chin slightly raised, and his eyes were staring at him expectantly, just like a child waiting for an adult to give him candy.

Jiang Zhiyu paused for a moment, then sighed, "If I have the chance, I'll get it for you; if not, there's nothing I can do."

Qi Zhenhai's eyes lit up, and he stood up straight with a snap, giving him a standard military salute.

Jiang Zhiyu quickly stepped aside, opened the door and walked out. If he didn't leave now, it would be too late. He was really afraid of being infected by Qi Zhenhai's shamelessness.

"Director Jiang, don't forget my nuclear submarine."

"Deputy Commander Qi, could you please lower your voice? Everyone in the base can hear you." Lu Zhenting grabbed his sleeve, trying to cover his mouth.

Qi Zhenhai didn't care at all. "So what if I heard it? Director Jiang promised to get me a nuclear submarine."

Jiang Zhiyu stumbled and almost tripped over the threshold, but quickened her pace without looking back.

Stepping out of the office, a gust of cold wind blew through the corridor, and Jiang Zhiyu let out a long sigh of relief. Seventeen had truly reached her limit this time.

"Hahaha! Host, even you have people you can't handle! This Qi Zhenhai is truly a talent."

"Shut up, you're the most shameless person I've ever met."

"But host, are you really planning to get him a nuclear submarine?"

"We'll see, it all depends on fate," Jiang Zhiyu sighed. "No one has delivered equipment to me for months. Qi Zhenhai needs it, so I have to find it myself. It's too much trouble, let's see. This isn't the most urgent need right now; there's still some in China, just a relatively small amount."

"Host, I'm worried that if you haven't finished processing this for a few months, Qi Zhenhai might come to your house and ambush you, believe it or not."

Jiang Zhiyu imagined the scene: Qi Zhenhai blocking her doorway, his hands behind his back, staring at her longingly. Thinking of this, Jiang Zhiyu shuddered and quickened her pace.