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

When Jiang Zhiyu returned home, she handed the tea to the guards to deliver separately, and then leaned back on the sofa, finding it increasingly amusing.

Now these old men are all on the same page: Old Gao, Old Li, and Old Zhuge, each one a better actor and a better talker than the last. This is all because of Qi Zhenhai's antics.

"Host, I feel like they planned this all along," Seventeen chuckled secretly. "If one person is too embarrassed to ask, then three of them will take advantage of you."

"Seventeen, you still have the nerve to laugh? All the tea they wanted was made by you."

Seventeen swooped over and nonchalantly flapped its little wings: "It's no big deal. That tea tree has grown into a huge mountain in the space, roots intertwined. I just picked some and dehydrated it, and it's become good tea in your eyes. You people are really not picky."

"Alright then, our good model worker, go and get ready! Prepare plenty. Since they all agree, also bring some for my maternal grandfather and Grandpa Song."

"Okay, host."

......

The guards delivered everyone else's portions. She planned to personally deliver the portion for her maternal grandfather after picking up her child.

After picking up the two little ones in the evening, Jiang Zhiyu took them to the courtyard house.

When she arrived at the gate, she saw Su Jinglun sitting alone at the stone table in the courtyard, gazing absently at the distant trees with a worried expression. The teacup on the table had gone cold and remained untouched, his brows furrowed in a deep frown.

Jiang Zhiyu put her index finger to her lips, made a shushing gesture to the two children, and then quietly led them around to behind their grandfather.

She walked up behind him and covered Su Jinglun's eyes with her hand: "Who are you thinking about? Why are you looking so sentimental? Did you see some old lady behind my grandma's back?"

"You brat, you can say anything!" Su Jinglun was startled and quickly pulled her hand away. "If your grandmother hears this, I'm dead. How old am I?"

"Hey, I noticed you looked so worried. Tell me, what could be making my dear grandpa so anxious? You didn't even see our three precious children come in from the yard, which means you're preoccupied with another one."

Su Jinglun looked helplessly at his unruly granddaughter, then at the two little ones snickering behind her. His worried expression finally eased a bit. He reached out and pulled Song Zhiyao onto his lap: "Come here, Yao'er and Zheng'er, let your great-grandfather take a good look at you."

Jiang Zhiyu turned to the two children and said, "You two go find your grandmother."

The two little ones ran off into the inner courtyard. Jiang Zhiyu sat down on the stone bench opposite Su Jinglun, resting her chin on her hands and staring intently at him.

"Tell me, Grandpa, what's making you so bitter and resentful?"

Su Jinglun changed the subject, asking, "Why did you come today? Didn't you say you'd inform both families when the child was running between the two places? Did you tell the Song family?"

"Okay, I'll make the call in a bit." She interrupted Su Jinglun's rambling, "Grandpa, don't change the subject. I asked you what was wrong that made you look so worried, and you changed the subject. There's definitely something wrong with you."

She paused, then narrowed her eyes: "Could it be that I was right after all? You've taken a liking to some old lady?"

Su Jinglun rolled his eyes at his granddaughter: "You're twenty-three years old already, how can you still be so disrespectful?"

"Then tell me, what's wrong with you acting all bitter and resentful?"

Su Jinglun still didn't answer. He picked up the now-cold teacup, took a sip, and then looked away.

Jiang Zhiyu stood up abruptly, cupped her hands around her mouth like a megaphone, and shouted into the inner courtyard, "Grandma! Grandpa's in trouble! You need to come and check on him right away!"

Su Jinglun jumped to his feet, grabbed her arm, and said in a low, urgent voice, "What are you yelling about, you brat? Come with me!"

As he spoke, he walked slowly toward the study with his hands behind his back, while Jiang Zhiyu followed behind, her shoulders shaking from trying not to laugh.

......

Upon entering the study, Su Jinglun closed the door, then took a stack of telegrams and documents from a desk drawer and handed them to her: "Take a look."

Jiang Zhiyu took it and flipped through it, her smile gradually fading.

My uncle was preparing to invest in a joint venture factory in the M country, but the bank received a notification from the Overseas Assets Control Office of the Ministry of Finance, which caused the transfer to be blocked.

The account has been temporarily frozen.

The reasons given were high-sounding, not a direct prohibition, but rather using the Bank Secrecy Act to mark this large cross-border transaction as suspicious, initiate an investigation, and demand a full set of proof of the source of funds, investment contracts, and tax payment certificates for each asset.

The investigation has no clear timeframe and could drag on for months or even a year. The money is still in the account, but it's only going in and not coming out; it's stuck.

Su Jinglun waited until she seemed to have finished looking before speaking: "Even if this investment turns out to be completely legal in the end, a few months of investigation is enough to ruin the entire investment opportunity. All the domestic factory, land, and equipment orders will be lost. Your uncle and the others have already been questioned."

He paused, his voice turning somber: "They say that investing in mainland China would be considered a threat to the national security of Country M. In reality, they're implying that continued investment in mainland China would have a hidden impact on their children's and family's future business, immigration, and education in Country M."

Jiang Zhiyu put down the telegram in her hand and glanced at Su Jinglun: "Actually, it's nothing. My uncle and the others never planned to go back anyway."

Su Jinglun nodded: "The fact that the funds are frozen now is a bit troublesome."

Seeing how worried he'd been all afternoon, Jiang Zhiyu suddenly laughed: "So that's what you've been worrying about all this time."

She took a packet of tea out of her bag and placed it on the table: "This is top-quality tea. Old Gao and Old Li were clamoring for it, so I brought you a portion as well."

Su Jinglun's eyes lit up immediately when he saw it. He held it in his hands like a precious treasure, looking at it over and over. He seemed to have forgotten his troubles at once, and a smile finally appeared on his lips.

Seeing his expression, Jiang Zhiyu felt both soft-hearted and amused: "Alright, just enjoy your tea."

She stood up, her tone as casual as if she were talking about going to the market tomorrow: "I'll go to the US in the next day or two and personally take care of this for you, don't worry."