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

Jiang Zhiyu had a very comfortable sleep in her villa in Repulse Bay.

The bed in the master bedroom on the third floor was large and soft, and she slept very soundly without even having a dream. When she opened her eyes again, the sea outside the window had been dyed golden red by the rising sun.

She stretched, feeling refreshed.

After washing up, Jiang Zhiyu went downstairs, where Zhang Ma had already prepared breakfast. After eating, she sat on the sofa in the living room and thought for a while.

This time when she goes back, she can openly bring back some local specialties from the port city. Last time she came, she had to sneak around, but now that she has the space, she can just stuff whatever she wants into it and take it out when she gets there, which is very convenient.

She also thought that if her parents found out she had gone so far away alone when she got back, they would worry terribly. She decided to bring some nice things to appease them.

Thinking of how happy her parents would be when they received the gift, Jiang Zhiyu felt a warm glow inside.

Thinking of Jiang Zhiyu, he went out.

The aroma of morning tea can waft across three streets in the port city.

Jiang Zhiyu's travel itinerary is very clear—eat first, then buy, and finally stock up.

She first went to a long-established teahouse in Central. This teahouse was said to have been open for decades and was very famous in Hong Kong, with queues stretching for half a block. But Jiang Zhiyu arrived early and was lucky enough to snag a window seat.

She picked up the menu and ordered almost everything.

Shrimp dumplings, crab roe siu mai, steamed spare ribs with black bean sauce, chicken feet, char siu buns, custard buns, bamboo shoot rolls, rice noodle rolls—one of each of shrimp, beef, and char siu, plus glutinous rice chicken, Malay cake, radish cake, taro cake, pan-fried stuffed three treasures, egg tarts, mango pomelo sago…

The waiter's expression changed from surprise to admiration as he watched her order a table full of food all by herself.

Jiang Zhiyu felt it wasn't enough, so she ordered another basket of fresh shrimp rice rolls and a plate of crispy fried chicken.

It was impossible to finish everything, but tasting was essential. She carefully tasted a few bites of each dish, memorizing the flavors, and then—of course, she secretly stored the rest into her spatial storage when no one was looking.

"Host," Seventeen sighed in her mind, "I'm just wondering, other hosts stockpile weapons and ammunition, how come you eat wherever you go? Is this a post-apocalyptic survival trip or a gourmet food tour?"

Jiang Zhiyu ignored him and stuffed another egg tart into her mouth.

"I'm going to ask other post-apocalyptic survivors in the Multiverse System chat group if their hosts are like this too," Seventeen lamented. "Others transmigrate with decisive killing, you transmigrate with eating your way through the world..."

Jiang Zhiyu swallowed the egg tart and said slowly, "Man is made of iron, and food is made of steel. How can one be decisive and ruthless if one isn't well-fed?"

Seventeen: "..."

Fine, whatever you say makes sense.

After finishing her morning tea, Jiang Zhiyu moved on to various eateries along the street.

Order a bowl of roast goose rice noodles; the roast goose skin is crispy and the meat is tender, the oil soaking into the rice noodles, one bite and the aroma will make your soul leave your body; order a skewer of curry fish balls; the chewy fish balls are coated in rich curry sauce, slightly spicy and fragrant; order a serving of egg waffles; crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, with an irresistible eggy aroma; order a bowl of shark fin soup; the imitation shark fin noodles are served in a thick soup, both fresh and warming...

Jiang Zhiyu ate while simultaneously stocking up on her spatial storage. Her logic was simple—eat one portion, stock up on three. What she was eating now was the real deal, but she couldn't skimp on what she had in her storage space, since she wouldn't be able to enjoy these things once she was back in China.

Egg tarts, wife cakes, almond cookies, chicken biscuits, walnut shortbread, phoenix rolls... she stocked up on a whole box of all kinds of Hong Kong-style pastries. She didn't forget candies either—White Rabbit milk candy, peanut candy, sesame candy, coconut candy, preserved plum candy, and pickled plum candy, taking several large bags of each flavor.

After she had wandered around the streets and alleys of the port city, the food area in the space was almost full.

"Host, that's enough," Seventeen couldn't help but remind him, "If you keep hoarding like this, the food section in your space will be bigger than the weapons section."

Jiang Zhiyu thought about it and felt that it was about time, so she found a deserted alley corner, looked around to make sure there were no cameras or passersby, and then put the last bag of food into her spatial storage.

Next, it's time to go buy other things.

The largest shopping mall in the port city, a certain An Department Store.

An Department Store is one of the most bustling shopping centers in the port city, offering everything from clothing and jewelry to home appliances and daily necessities.

As soon as Jiang Zhiyu stepped into the mall, the surrounding crowd seemed to freeze, and everyone's attention was involuntarily drawn to her.

She wore a simple white dress today, her long hair casually draped over her shoulders, without any adornment. But her face itself was the best adornment—delicate features, fair and radiant skin. Walking in the mall, she seemed to have a soft-focus filter, and her aura was even more imposing.

Jiang Zhiyu walked straight past without looking to either side, not even glancing at anyone around her.

Those who wanted to strike up a conversation with her automatically backed away when they saw her indifferent eyes.

He thought to himself, "Forget it, a beauty of this caliber is not someone they can touch."

Jiang Zhiyu didn't stop walking and headed straight for the clothing section.

She picks out clothes quickly and with a clear goal—all for her parents and godparents.

She remembered her father's size very well, so she picked out some good quality, simple clothes, including a fine wool coat that would definitely keep him warm in winter. Finding clothes for her mother was even easier; she picked out several simple, elegant pieces suitable for rural life, along with a few cardigans and coats, enough for them to wear until they returned to the city.

She also picked out the same amount for her godparents, including a set of clothes, shoes, and socks. She even specially chose a silk scarf for her godmother, in a gentle color that suited her perfectly.

After buying clothes, she went to the snack section.

Pastries, cookies, candies, chocolates, candied fruits, dried fruits... She pushed her shopping cart and swept across the shelves like a locust swarm, taking everything that caught her eye.

Whether she needs it or not, she has plenty of money now. Money is nothing compared to supplies! This is a truth she learned through blood and tears in the apocalypse—supplies are always hard currency, while money is just a pile of paper.

After finishing her snacks, she headed to the watch counter.

Watches were a rare commodity in those days; you needed ration coupons to buy them in China, and the selection was incredibly limited. Jiang Zhiyu planned to bring one back for each of her elders.

She chose four watches—a simple and elegant mechanical watch for her father and godfather, with a clean and neat dial, suitable for men; and an exquisite women's watch for her mother and godmother, with a dial set with small diamonds, understated yet beautiful.

The sales clerk's eyes widened as she watched her buy four watches in one go.

Just as Jiang Zhiyu was about to turn around and leave, her gaze was suddenly drawn to a watch in the corner of the counter.

That's a Rolex.

The black dial exudes a calm and understated elegance, and the exquisite craftsmanship clearly indicates that it is a top-quality product.

She stared at the watch for two seconds, and suddenly Song Yanzhou's face appeared in her mind. There were only two words to describe this face and this watch: a perfect match.

Jiang Zhiyu thought for a moment and then said, "Give me that Rolex."

The sales clerk immediately took it out and handed it to her solicitously. Jiang Zhiyu took it and examined it; it was indeed very good, with a substantial feel and exquisite workmanship.

"I'll take this one too."

The sales clerk was all smiles and about to issue the invoice when Jiang Zhiyu's gaze fell on a pair of couple watches next to her.

They were a pair of matching gold couple watches; the men's watch was grand and composed, while the women's watch was small and exquisite. When placed together, they inexplicably gave off a sense of being a perfect match.

Jiang Zhiyu stared at the couple's watches for a long time, her ears involuntarily getting hot.

She... seems to be considering something rather outrageous.

It is not impossible.

She thought about it carefully. In this era, money alone wasn't enough; connections were crucial. Song Yanzhou's family connections were exactly what she needed. And to be honest, that man was truly exceptional—handsome, kind, capable, good to her, and never gossipy. He was practically tailor-made for her.

Thinking of this, Jiang Zhiyu decisively said, "Wrap up these couple watches for me too."

The sales clerk paused for a moment, glanced at Jiang Zhiyu's slender ring finger, then at the pair of couple watches, and a flame of gossip ignited in her heart—who was this unbelievably beautiful young lady buying them for?

Of course, she didn't dare ask. In Hong Kong, anyone who could buy like that was someone you couldn't afford to offend.

Jiang Zhiyu paid the money and put everything into her space at once—no, wait, she had to put the watch away first. She deliberately put the Rolex and the couple's watch in a hidden corner of the space, separate from the other things.

It's not that they're guilty, it's just... that it's convenient to find them.

Really.

Having finished her shopping, Jiang Zhiyu walked out of the mall, found a quiet corner, and asked Seventeen in her mind, "I don't want to take a boat back this time. Can you just teleport me back?"

Seventeen immediately assured him, "No problem! Host, I only need one teleport to get you there. The distance is well within my capabilities!"

"Just once?" Jiang Zhiyu was a little surprised. "Where to?"

Seventeen gave a place name: "Beian County."

Jiang Zhiyu was stunned for a moment.

Bei'an County?

Why does this name sound familiar?

Wait a minute—isn't this the famous first-tier city of later generations?!

The property prices in that area will be among the highest in the country in the future; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that every inch of land is worth its weight in gold.

Jiang Zhiyu's eyes lit up instantly.