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

After a whole night of tossing and turning, Jiang Zhiyu was truly exhausted.

She didn't go back to her dorm; she went straight to the cafeteria.

The camp's mess hall was a size larger than before, with rows of stainless steel workbenches and the air filled with the aroma of food. It was breakfast time, and the mess hall was quite full, with sailors in various uniforms lining up to get their meals.

Jiang Zhiyu filled a plate to the brim, found a corner to sit down, and buried herself in her food.

Lu Zhenting walked over with a plate, spotted her at a glance, and sat down opposite her without saying a word.

"Director Jiang, what brings you here?"

"I've come to deliver something to Qi Zhenhai."

Lu Zhenting coughed violently, almost choking on a mouthful of food. He covered his mouth and coughed several times, his eyes wide open, and he lowered his voice.

"Director Jiang, is it the thing he mentioned last time?"

Jiang Zhiyu nodded.

Lu Zhenting put down his plate and ran away without saying a word.

Jiang Zhiyu glanced at him and muttered, "Is a ghost chasing him?"

He continued to bury his head in his rice.

Lu Zhenting ran all the way to the beach, jumped onto a speedboat, and sped off towards the aircraft carrier. When he arrived, he circled the harbor but couldn't find Qi Zhenhai anywhere, and he couldn't get any answers from his questions.

He had no choice but to turn back.

Jiang Zhiyu had finished eating and was sitting on a stone bench at the camp gate, lazily basking in the sun. The sunlight shone on her face, and her eyes were half-closed, like a well-fed cat.

"I didn't see Qi Zhenhai either." Lu Zhenting stopped beside her, panting. "Where did you put that thing?"

"A secluded harbor." Jiang Zhiyu stretched. "I don't know the exact location, but it's about twenty nautical miles from your aircraft carrier."

"You went to take a look?"

"No."

"Then you can have him take you there!"

Upon hearing this, Lu Zhenting paced back and forth on the shore, his hand above his forehead, gazing into the distance.

……

Not long after, a speedboat was seen cutting through the waves and returning in the distance. Qi Zhenhai stood at the bow, swaying excitedly, followed by two groups of people.

As the speedboat docked, Qi Zhenhai was the first to jump off, rush to Jiang Zhiyu, snap to attention, and give a perfect military salute.

His face was flushed, and his eyes were red.

The regimental commanders and soldiers behind him saluted in unison.

Jiang Zhiyu stood up and returned the greeting.

Qi Zhenhai grabbed her arm, his voice trembling. "Director Jiang, do you have any other equipment? Like... an aircraft carrier?"

Jiang Zhiyu rolled her eyes at him.

"Deputy Commander Qi, do I look like a turtle from that wishing well?"

Qi Zhenhai scratched his forehead, looking completely bewildered. "What do you mean?"

Lu Zhenting, standing to the side, almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

"It doesn't mean anything."

Qi Zhenhai immediately followed, step by step.

"Director Jiang, Director Jiang, I'm serious, could you give us some more?"

"That's all. Even if I did, I couldn't give it to you without permission. You already have enough here."

"Okay, I got it, Lao Qi."

After saying that, Qi Zhenhai left in a hurry without looking back.

As Jiang Zhiyu watched his retreating figure, she felt that something was amiss.

……

Qi Zhenhai rushed into the office, grabbed the phone without even closing the door properly, and dialed Kyoto directly.

Mr. Li answered the phone.

"Boss! Hello, this is Qi Zhenhai! I'm here to tell you, I'm really almost there!"

Old Li was completely bewildered. "What do you mean? It's almost here?"

"Oh! It's Director Jiang! I was yelling at her last time, asking if she had any frigates, and she just sent me two. The next day I camped out at her door, demanding she get me nuclear submarines. And guess what? This time she actually got them for me—two!"

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

"Old Li, I'm not lying to you, there really are two ships. And she's already put them in San Du Ao for us, still with the hatches open, to save us the trouble of forcibly breaking them in. I asked her for other things, but she said I was being greedy, and even if she had them, she couldn't give them to me without my permission."

Qi Zhenhai became more and more excited as he spoke, his voice rising eight octaves.

"That means she still has more! Boss, use your skills to squeeze every last drop out of her! She definitely has more good stuff. Old Li, for the sake of our naval fleet, you have to step up your game! I estimate she'll be back in Beijing in a day or two, you must extract everything from her! Our Eastern Theater Command is still short of naval fleet members!"

A laugh and a curse came from the other end of the phone.

"You old rascal, babbling on and on, look how excited you are. You've been exploiting these young girls like this, and now you want me to go and shamelessly go too."

"Sir, I'm begging you! The Eastern Theater Command is in trouble right now, so I need to get something for those two old guys, can't I?"

"Okay, I understand."

Qi Zhenhai walked out of the office with a face full of excitement, his steps practically bouncy.

If we're talking about getting things, who else besides Qi Zhenhai has the ability to do so?

But who exactly is this Director Jiang? Where did he get his extraordinary abilities from? He's practically the most mysterious person in China right now.

"Director Jiang is still the best," he muttered to himself, grinning.

He just casually asked for it last time, and in less than a few months, she actually got him two nuclear submarines. Two of them!

He pinched his thigh.

Hey, that really hurts.