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

The next morning, the two little ones were a bit groggy when they woke up.

Song Zhiyao rolled over and buried her face in the pillow, her nose twitching as if checking for a scent. Then, still half asleep, she leaned closer to her mother. Song Zhizheng, on the other hand, was stunned when he opened his eyes. He sat on the bed in a daze for a while, feeling like something was missing from his mind. It was as if there was something very important he should remember, but he just couldn't recall it.

But the feeling in his body doesn't lie; he felt comfortable from the inside out, like he'd just soaked in a hot spring, every bone and every inch of flesh exuding relaxation. He looked down at his hands, then clenched his fists; he felt stronger.

Sleeping with my mom is definitely comfortable.

The little guy's lips curved into a smile, and he snuggled affectionately into Jiang Zhiyu's arms, rubbing his little head against her neck. Jiang Zhiyu kept her eyes closed and didn't move, but the corners of her mouth turned up. It was rare to see this side of her son; usually so steady and composed like a miniature old man, he was now like a little kitten. She pretended not to be awake, letting him rub against her, her heart melting.

Song Zhiyao followed suit and joined in, and the three of them huddled together in the warm bed.

......

The alarm rang, and Jiang Zhiyu reluctantly pulled her two little ones out of bed. Song Zhizheng was still a bit reluctant to get out of bed, but Jiang Zhiyu grabbed him by the arm and lifted him up, and he climbed onto the chair obediently, waiting for her to get ready. Song Zhiyao, on the other hand, yawned and stretched out her arms, letting Jiang Zhiyu dress her, while muttering, "Mommy, can you come pick me up earlier today?"

"Okay, I'll try my best."

After dropping her two children off at kindergarten, Jiang Zhiyu had just returned to the gate of her house when she saw a black Jeep parked outside.

The car door opened, and a young man in military uniform jumped out. Upon seeing her, he immediately stood at attention and saluted. "Good morning, sir. Elder Gao requests your presence in the central conference room."

Jiang Zhiyu nodded and got into the car, which drove towards the central area.

......

Upon entering the conference room, Jiang Zhiyu paused for a moment.

As soon as she entered, all the senior scientists turned to look at her, their eyes filled with excitement and pride. Some of them even nudged the person next to them with their elbows, muttering something to themselves.

Jiang Zhiyu was a little puzzled; today's meeting seemed a bit different.

She sat down next to Professor Gao, who gestured for her to sit down, and waited until the room quieted down before speaking, "Today's meeting is a meeting of project leaders. Recently, we've had a string of good news; the research institutes here have all produced solid results."

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the room. "But everyone understands the principle that possessing a treasure invites trouble. Keep this joy to yourself. Given our current national strength, it's not appropriate to publicize it so openly. We've crossed snow-capped mountains and traversed grasslands; let's keep these achievements hidden for now."

The scientists below nodded vigorously, and one old man was so excited that his lips trembled.

Jiang Zhiyu was still completely bewildered, not knowing what kind of commotion Old Gao was making.

Without keeping her in suspense, Professor Gao handed the stage directly to the first person in the white coat at the table, "Academician Liu, why don't you tell us about the breakthroughs your institute has made, so that our Comrade Jiang can also hear about them?"

Academician Liu wiped the sweat from his brow with excitement, adjusted his glasses, and his hands holding the manuscript were trembling, but his voice was very clear: "Our institute has made a breakthrough in high-precision laser ring inertial navigation technology."

He glanced at Jiang Zhiyu, probably thinking she might not understand, and explained again, "Simply put, our missiles used to be inaccurate, with the front stage prone to veer off course, relying entirely on outdated mechanical gyroscopes to keep them in place. With this technological breakthrough, our missiles, submarines, and fighter jets will all be able to achieve precise positioning, hitting exactly where they're pointed at."

After he finished speaking, a burst of applause erupted from below, and several old men's eyes reddened.

Jiang Zhiyu looked at the old academician with great admiration and nodded to him.

......

The second person to stand up was a tall, thin man. Jiang Zhiyu recognized him; he was a project manager from the Sandu'ao area.

The old man stood up shakily, supporting himself on the edge of the table with both hands to steady himself, but his voice was stronger than anyone else's, "Our fifth group in Sandu'ao has thoroughly mastered the noise reduction of the entire boat's floating raft and the seven-bladed large-scale skew silent propeller."

He looked around and explained in plain language, "What were our submarines like before? They were underwater tractors. Even if they traveled thousands of kilometers, the enemy could still hear them. It was practically the same as running naked. This time, we reverse-engineered the entire acoustic structure, and achieved breakthroughs in damping material formulation and fluid design."

He raised his voice a few octaves as he said this, "This time, when our nuclear submarines reach the ocean, they will be completely invisible, and the enemy's sonar will be completely ineffective."

Another round of applause erupted, even louder than before.

Old Gao gestured for everyone to be quiet, "These are the two most crucial technological breakthroughs we've made so far, and everyone here has made invaluable contributions."

He paused, his voice lowering, "What does this prove? It proves we're not stupid. We can research anything. And we'll surpass them."

He glanced around the room. "We're using old equipment now, and we only know where the flaws are after we've used it. We not only need to overcome these flaws, but we also need to surpass them. Today's meeting is a rallying cry for our future technology. Some have already set an example for us, and other research institutes will certainly follow suit. The various research institutes here are experiencing explosive breakthroughs in all aspects of technology. Even the smallest progress will be the foundation for us to challenge other countries in the future."

The old men below were all excited; some wiped their eyes with their sleeves, while others clenched their fists and slammed them on the table.

......

After that, several more laboratory directors stood up to report on their progress. Jiang Zhiyu listened to them briefly and found that from special steel smelting to radar signal processing, from new sonar arrays to shipborne electronic equipment, it was indeed an explosive breakthrough. Science and technology had finally ushered in an era of flourishing development.

But she also knew that there was still a long way to go before these achievements could be fully realized and equipped on ships and boats. Between what was on the blueprints and what was on the battlefield lay countless trials and failures.

......

After the meeting, Mr. Gao kept her behind.

Everyone had left, leaving only Old Gao, Old Li, and her in the office.

Old Gao leaned back in his chair, smiling as he looked at her. "What have you been up to lately, girl? Zhong Dingwen has called me several times already."

Jiang Zhiyu's lips twitched. Why couldn't these people stand to see her idle? She transmigrated here to enjoy this world, okay? They were always trying to find her work to do.

Seeing the resistance on her face, Old Gao laughed instead. This girl, people in this era talk about sacrifice, wishing they could tear themselves into eight pieces to use, but she's different, living as she pleases, not compromising herself in the slightest.

"Alright, if you don't want to go, then you don't have to. I won't force you."

He abruptly changed the subject, his tone carrying a hint of cunning, "I heard Zhuge Yunhe brag to me that you brewed a pot of excellent tea there, and that you felt refreshed for days after drinking it. Now that you have something good, why didn't you think of me and Old Li?"

Jiang Zhiyu looked at Old Gao and then at Old Li with disbelief. Usually, these two were more serious and upright than the other, but today they looked like old men begging for candy.

She stood up. "I'll bring them over this afternoon, one can each, no more. I'll definitely give Old Man Zhuge a can too. I really owe you old men a lot for ganging up on me."

After saying that, he patted his behind and left.

Old Gao and Old Li exchanged a glance, both smiling, their eyes revealing only one emotion.

They got the extortion.