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

After seeing Song Yanzhou and his group off, Jiang Zhiyu let out a soft breath, and the tension in her body suddenly relaxed.

She slept soundly through the night in the hotel. The next morning, as dawn broke, she began to plan her stockpiling scheme once again.

She never forgot that there was still a semiconductor laboratory she hadn't visited on this trip.

Currently, the semiconductor industry remains a weak point in China's economy. She wasn't in a hurry to head straight to the lab; she planned to first investigate the market and understand the current state of the semiconductor industry. It's important to know that with the US imposing a technology embargo on China, these kinds of precision electronic products are never easily acquired.

Jiang Zhiyu slowly walked into San Francisco's largest shopping mall.

On the gleaming glass display case, radios, handheld game consoles, black-and-white televisions, and electronic watches were neatly arranged—a dazzling array of electronic products that were hard to look away from. Jiang Zhiyu thought to herself that she could stock up on these items and take them back to China for her parents to enjoy and pass the time.

Her leisurely stroll among the counters, calmly selecting goods, caught the eye of a middle-aged man not far away.

The man stared intently at her, his eyes surging with barely concealed shock, and murmured repeatedly, "Wanqing... Wanqing..."

A moment later, he strode forward and walked straight toward Jiang Zhiyu.

The shop assistant next to him saw the man and greeted him respectfully in a low voice, "Boss."

The man completely ignored the shop assistant's greeting, his gaze fixed on Jiang Zhiyu. He stepped forward and examined her closely, his fingertips trembling slightly as he murmured to himself, "So alike... so incredibly alike... they're practically identical..."

After a long silence, he suppressed the surging emotions within him and tentatively asked, "Girl, are you from China?"

Jiang Zhiyu looked up at the voice and saw the man in front of her. He appeared to be around fifty years old, with a tall and refined figure, dressed impeccably and showing no signs of aging. For some reason, she felt he looked familiar, but couldn't quite place him, so she asked in confusion, "May I ask who you are?"

The man didn't answer her question, but pressed her again, his tone urgent and serious: "Are you from the mainland?"

The stranger's direct probing made Jiang Zhiyu wary. She looked calmly at the other person without responding.

The man quickly realized his abruptness and softened his tone, explaining, "You look exactly like my sister, and you even resemble my brother-in-law a bit. If I may ask, is your surname Jiang?"

A single sentence instantly enlightened Jiang Zhiyu, and she nodded in understanding.

The man's excitement intensified, and his voice trembled slightly: "You are Wanqing's child, aren't you? You must be Wanqing's child!"

At this moment, Jiang Zhiyu had already guessed the other party's identity. This was her uncle whom she had never met before—in the early stages of the turmoil, the Su family moved to the United States and lost contact with China.

With gentle eyes and a calm demeanor, she said, "I guess you must be my uncle. Hello, Uncle, my name is Jiang Zhiyu."

"Zhiyu..." Su Lixing murmured the name repeatedly, his eyes warming. "I've always remembered your name. When our family left, you were not even a year old. It was because your mother couldn't bear to leave you in your swaddling clothes that she insisted on not going with us."

Having calmed down a bit, Su Lixing immediately grabbed her wrist and said eagerly, "Come on, let's go home with your uncle!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he hurriedly asked, "You came alone? Where are your parents? Did Wanqing and my brother-in-law come with you?"

Jiang Zhiyu gently shook her head: "They didn't come. I came alone to handle some personal matters."

Su Lixing squeezed her hand, unable to hide his joy: "Then you should definitely go home! Your grandparents will be overjoyed to see you."

Jiang Zhiyu then asked softly, "How are your grandparents doing?"

"I'm fine, in excellent health! It would be even better if I could see you."

Su Lixing led Jiang Zhiyu out of the mall quickly and drove away. Jiang Zhiyu sat in the passenger seat, thinking to herself, it seems that her uncle's family has been living a pretty stable and prosperous life in the United States all these years.

Su Lixing gripped the steering wheel, his heart pounding with impatience, eager to floor the accelerator. But mindful of his niece, whom he was meeting for the first time, he deliberately slowed down. Over the years, the two elderly people had constantly worried about their daughter back home. Now, with the turbulent situation in China, and hearing of the many capitalists being exiled and their homes confiscated, the two elders were filled with anxiety, unable to eat or sleep. He dared not rashly inquire about his sister's family's current situation, intending only to take her home and ask her about it slowly and carefully.

Before long, the car drove into a grand and elegant manor.

Su Lixing got out of the car briskly, opened the door for Jiang Zhiyu himself, still holding her tightly, and walked quickly towards the small villa in the courtyard.

Jiang Zhiyu, who was not used to being touched by others, seemed a little awkward, but considering that the other person was a blood relative, she did not push them away.

Jiang Zhiyu's maternal grandfather, Su Jinglun, and maternal grandmother, Shen Peiyu, are drinking tea and playing chess.

Seeing her son lead a slender young woman into the house, her features obscured by the backlighting, it wasn't clear what she looked like. It wasn't until Jiang Zhiyu stepped into the brightly lit living room that her clearly defined features came into view—

The teacup slipped from Shen Peiyu's hand, and a crisp shattering sound echoed in the quiet living room.

"Wanqing...my Wanqing!"

She abruptly stood up from her seat and rushed towards Jiang Zhiyu. Su Jinglun was also stunned, looking at the face before him that was a perfect replica of his daughter's, and instantly guessed the girl's identity.

The family sat warmly together in the living room. Shen Peiyu gently stroked Jiang Zhiyu's hand with one hand, and carefully touched her cheek with the other. Tears streamed down her cloudy face as she choked back sobs and murmured, "She looks...so much like...exactly like my Wanqing..."

Su Lixing gently comforted her from the side: "Mom, this is Zhiyu. When she was little, you always held her in your arms and couldn't bear to let go. Now, in the blink of an eye, she has grown into a graceful young lady, even more beautiful and charming than Wanqing was back then."

Shen Peiyu wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, her brows full of affection: "Of course! The children born to my Wanqing will definitely be the most beautiful and well-behaved! My darling, Grandma is finally able to see you! By the way, where are your parents? Did they come with you?"

Jiang Zhiyu gently helped the two elderly people to their seats and told them the truth: she had only gone abroad alone on business, and her encounter with her uncle today was purely by chance. Years ago, the Su family left the country in haste without leaving any contact information, which is why the family lost touch.

When asked about her parents, Jiang Zhiyu hesitated for a moment before carefully choosing her words to describe their current situation: "My parents are currently working in the countryside. Due to the recent changes in the political situation, they volunteered to go to the countryside to work. I have already made arrangements, and everything is stable there. They won't suffer too much hardship."

When the two elders first heard the words "going to the countryside," their hearts tightened. But when they realized it meant going to the countryside for labor, their anxiety subsided and they breathed a sigh of relief.

Shen Peiyu immediately instructed the family's nanny: "Quickly go to the kitchen and make some authentic Shanghainese dishes! My dear girl, do you have any favorite dishes? Just tell Grandma and the kitchen will make them for you."

Jiang Zhiyu, who was never picky about food, obediently replied, "Anything is fine, I'm not picky."

Shen Peiyu looked at her granddaughter with great satisfaction and sighed softly, "This child is so well raised. I've always been worried about Wanqing these past years. With the unstable situation in the country and the shortage of supplies, I was always afraid that she would raise you to be thin and weak. But now, looking at you, your complexion and figure are excellent, you are tall and slender, and your appearance is outstanding. You are truly a member of our Su family."

Su Jinglun, who was standing to the side, nodded repeatedly, his eyes full of approval.

As lunchtime approached, the sound of a car engine came from outside the courtyard again, and a young couple pushed open the door and entered.

Shen Peiyu immediately smiled and introduced Jiang Zhiyu: "This is your older cousin Su Wenbin, and next to him is your older cousin's wife Zhou Xiaoman."

"Cousin, cousin-in-law," Jiang Zhiyu greeted politely with a nod.

Shen Peiyu then enthusiastically introduced Jiang Zhiyu to her eldest grandson and his wife.

Before he could finish speaking, a tall, handsome young man walked in. He was dressed in the latest trendy clothes from the US, and his eyes lit up instantly when he saw the beautiful Jiang Zhiyu in the living room. He secretly wondered if his family had arranged a blind date for him. This girl was truly to his liking.

Su Lixing saw through his youngest son's thoughts at a glance, raised his hand and gently patted the back of his head, saying helplessly, "This is your cousin Jiang Zhiyu, quickly call her cousin."

Su Wenhao's eyes widened in astonishment: "Cousin? I actually have such a beautiful cousin? My God, I'm so lucky! Whose cousin could be this pretty?"

His exaggerated and straightforward manner made everyone in the room burst into laughter.

Just then, the food was served. Shen Peiyu's eyes were full of her granddaughter who had come from afar. She pulled Jiang Zhiyu straight to the table, completely forgetting about her own grandson.

Su Wenhao feigned grievance and sighed dramatically, "Now that you have a granddaughter, you've forgotten your own grandson. My status is too low! Oh well, let me see if there are any dishes I like to eat today."

Jiang Zhiyu's aunt, He Li, walked in from outside at this moment. She glanced helplessly at her lively and energetic youngest son, having overheard what was happening at home. She smiled and explained to Jiang Zhiyu, "Don't mind him. This child has never been serious. This must be Yuyu! He's grown so much, even more handsome than your mother."

Jiang Zhiyu called out "Auntie" and was immediately pressed onto the table. "Good girl, eat first," she said, putting down her bag and sitting down herself.