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

Jiang Zhiyu returned to the guesthouse and sensed that her father was awake and sitting by the bed talking to her mother, Su Wanqing. Both of them looked much better than the night before, and their faces showed relief at surviving the ordeal.

She pushed the door open and went in. When Su Wanqing saw her, her eyes reddened again.

"Zhiyu, you're awake? How did you sleep?"

"I'm alright." Jiang Zhiyu walked to the bedside and sat down. "Are you hungry? I'll take you to get something to eat."

Father Jiang quickly waved his hand: "No need, no need, we're not hungry, you—"

"Let's go, Dad," Jiang Zhiyu interrupted him, her tone leaving no room for argument. "You haven't eaten properly since last night, go eat first."

Su Wanqing tugged at her husband's sleeve and said softly, "Then let's listen to our daughter."

The three of them went to the state-run restaurant next to the guesthouse.

It was past lunchtime, and the restaurant wasn't crowded. Jiang Zhiyu ordered three bowls of wontons, a basket of steamed buns, several side dishes, and poured hot tea for her parents.

"Eat more," she pushed the steamed bun in front of Su Wanqing, "Mom, you're too thin."

Su Wanqing's eyes welled up with tears again, but she still took the steamed bun and took a bite: "Zhiyu, have you been eating well all these days?"

"That's great." Jiang Zhiyu smiled. "When we get back, I'll bring you lots of nice things, including snacks and candies from Hong Kong, and new clothes."

"Hong Kong?" Mr. Jiang was taken aback. "You went to Hong Kong?"

"Just passing by," Jiang Zhiyu said vaguely. "Let's eat first."

Su Wanqing and Jiang Boxun exchanged a glance but didn't ask any more questions. Their daughter had grown up and had her own secrets; they shouldn't ask too many questions.

The three of them ate a meal quietly. The wonton wrappers were thin and the fillings were generous, and the steamed buns were fresh and delicious. Su Wanqing and Jiang Boxun both ate their fill.

After finishing her meal and returning to the guesthouse, Jiang Zhiyu booked two more rooms—she wanted to stay another day to finish up her business before heading back.

"Why do we need to continue?" Su Wanqing asked, somewhat puzzled.

"There are some things to take care of," Jiang Zhiyu reassured them. "You all stay in your rooms and don't wander around."

"What is it?" Jiang Boxun frowned. "Girl, where are you going?"

"It's nothing," Jiang Zhiyu smiled, "I'm just going to gather some information. Don't worry, I'll definitely be back before dark."

Su Wanqing wanted to ask more, but Jiang Boxun stopped her. Looking at his daughter's calm eyes, he sighed inwardly and didn't press the matter further.

Jiang Zhiyu left the guesthouse and teleported to Zhou Liangping's residence.

This is an old-style tenement building in the center of the county town. Zhou Liangping lives on the third floor, in a two-bedroom, one-living-room apartment, which was considered a good living condition in those days.

It was a little past three in the afternoon, and no one was inside. Jiang Zhiyu climbed in through the window and used her spiritual power to search carefully.

Sure enough, these people are not clean.

She found a large sum of cash in a hidden compartment of the wardrobe—more than 18,000 yuan! In an era when an ordinary worker's monthly salary was only twenty or thirty yuan, 18,000 yuan was an astronomical figure.

"How many families did they have to plunder to accumulate this much money?" she thought to herself with a cold sneer.

Besides cash, the hidden compartment also contained a lot of gold bars, jewelry, and antiques, filling a whole box.

Jiang Zhiyu accepted all of it without hesitation.

"Seventeen, scan the provenance of these antiques."

"Scanning..." Seventeen quickly provided the results. "Host, most of these items come from the confiscation records of several merchants in this county. The ledgers show that Zhou Liangping has handled more than twenty 'cases' over the years, and a considerable portion of the confiscated property was secretly retained by him."

Have you ever killed anyone?

"Yes. The ledger records one instance—the owner of a silk shop in the south of the city, a family of three, were labeled 'counter-revolutionaries.' During the ransacking of their home, they resisted fiercely, and Zhou Liangping ordered 'suppression,' resulting in the deaths of all three. Afterwards, he fabricated the appearance of 'suicide out of fear of punishment' and embezzled all their assets."

A cold glint flashed in Jiang Zhiyu's eyes.

The principle of "a life for a life, a debt for a debt" has always been true.

She carefully examined the ledger again and found that it recorded in detail the date, target, amount confiscated, and amount "gifted" to superiors for each raid. The last page even contained a list of the female educated youth who had been coerced—a total of seven young women's names.

"These people truly deserve to die."

Jiang Zhiyu also put the account book into her space, and then continued searching.

Zhou Liangping has quite a lot of things, but it's still far inferior to what Li Jiandang has. The large sums meant as tribute to the capital were probably all pocketed by Li Jiandang.

"Li Jiandang took the lion's share," she thought to herself. "Seventeen, locate Li Jiandang's residence in Kaoshan Town."

"receive!"

Li Jiandang's residence is located on the north side of the town, a detached house with its own courtyard.

This courtyard is very grand—blue bricks and gray tiles, a towering gatehouse, and several osmanthus trees planted in the courtyard. It's clear that it's not a place that ordinary families can afford to live in.

"They're just here to get their gilded plating, quite the grand display, aren't they?" Jiang Zhiyu sneered and climbed over the wall.

She first walked around the courtyard, then put all the valuables into her space—rosewood furniture, Jingdezhen porcelain, calligraphy and paintings by famous people, mink coats… nothing was left out.

"How could a mere revolutionary committee director have this much money?" she asked Seventeen in her mind. "Where did he get so much money?"

"It's recorded in the ledger," Seventeen replied. "Li Jiandang has handled more 'cases' than Zhou Liangping over the years, mostly in Beijing, and confiscated far more property. Most of this was intercepted from those whose homes were raided."

Jiang Zhiyu went to the study again.

On the desk were several letters exchanged with Kyoto. She opened them and saw that, sure enough, they contained many shady dealings.

"Looks like he's done a lot of favors for his uncle." She also put these letters into her spatial storage.

Then she opened the cabinet.

Hidden under the cabinet were two boxes of gold bars, neatly stacked, weighing at least several dozen kilograms.

"Truly, a cunning rabbit has three burrows."

Jiang Zhiyu put the gold bars away and then used her mental energy to probe the ground—

Sure enough, a large box was buried in the vegetable garden behind the yard.

She dug out the box, opened it, and saw that it was full of antiques, jade, calligraphy and paintings, and there were also several boxes of gold bars.

"The lion's share is right here," she sneered. "This should be what Su Qiming wanted. Li Jiandang kept some for himself, and the rest is going to be sent over."

Without any hesitation, she put everything in the box into her spatial storage.

Then she discovered a hidden compartment in the wall.

Upon opening it, they found a thick stack of documents, all of them evidence of Su Qiming's crimes. It detailed how he framed those capitalists, how he murdered to silence witnesses, and how he coerced the women—everything was meticulously recorded.

"Keep them all." Jiang Zhiyu carefully put the documents away. "These are all to be handed over to the country."

By the time we finished all that, it was already getting dark.

Jiang Zhiyu rested in the space for a while, ate something, and regained her energy.

"Almost done." She sensed her parents' side—the two were sitting on the bed chatting, the atmosphere much more relaxed than during the day.

She teleported back to the guesthouse and knocked on her parents' door.

Su Wanqing opened the door and, seeing her daughter safe and sound, finally felt relieved: "Zhiyu, you're back? What did you find out?"

"It's nothing serious." Jiang Zhiyu smiled. "Let's go, let's eat first."

The three of them went to a state-run restaurant, ordered a few dishes, and ate slowly.

"Zhiyu," Jiang Boxun put down his chopsticks, "when are you taking us back?"

"Tomorrow," Jiang Zhiyu said, "I'll rest one more night and leave first thing tomorrow morning."

Su Wanqing and Jiang Boxun exchanged a glance and nodded.

After finishing their meal and returning to the guesthouse, Jiang Zhiyu escorted her parents back to their room and told them to get some rest.

"You guys go to sleep first, I have something to take care of."

"Going out so late?" Su Wanqing frowned.

"I'll be back soon," Jiang Zhiyu reassured her. "I'll be nearby, I won't go far."

Jiang Boxun sighed and said nothing more.

Jiang Zhiyu left the guesthouse and stood on the street, watching the lights gradually come on in the distance, a cold glint flashing in her eyes.

Tonight, she's going to purge all those accomplices in town.

That Jiang Wenwen, since she dared to betray her parents, she shouldn't blame her for being ruthless.