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

Jiang Zhiyu told Song Yanzhou about her trip to the United States. Song Yanzhou didn't ask any questions, but made sure the two children were well taken care of and reminded her to be careful before seeing her out.

Jiang Zhiyu used a teleportation technique during the night to arrive in Country M, landing in a dark alley near her uncle Su Lixing's villa.

San Francisco quieted down in the night, with only the occasional sound of ship horns coming from the distant docks. Jiang Zhiyu hadn't walked far before she arrived at her uncle's house. The study on the second floor of the villa was still lit. She didn't use the front door; it was too late to disturb her aunt and uncle. Using the vines, Jiang Zhiyu went directly to the study on the second floor.

Su Lixing was reading documents, with a cup of cold coffee beside him, when suddenly someone jumped in through the window, and the pen in his hand almost flew out of his hand.

"who!"

"Uncle, it's me."

Su Lixing stared intently, then jumped up from his chair: "Zhiyu? How did you get up here? When did you arrive in the US?"

"I just arrived. Your grandfather told me about your situation. I came here specifically to help you resolve your troubles." With that, Jiang Zhiyu sat down on the sofa, crossed her legs, and said, "Tell me, what's going on?"

Su Lixing sat back down in his chair, took off his glasses, rubbed his temples, and let out a long sigh.

"The funds have been frozen."

"I know about the frozen account. But that shouldn't be too difficult to resolve; we can just hire a lawyer and go through the legal process."

Su Lixing gave a wry smile, stood up, and pulled a stack of documents from deep within a drawer, handing them to her: "Starting three years ago, I've been slowly moving things back to China. Furniture, antiques, calligraphy and paintings, and some cash—all through secret channels, sent in batches and along separate lines, one transaction at a time. The foundation in China has been laid for three years now."

Jiang Zhiyu flipped through the documents, which were all transfer records and logistics lists, with the earliest date dating back three years.

"So the reason you're being targeted this time isn't entirely because of your investments."

"Yes. They didn't just start this time; they've been investigating all along. This was just a pretext to close the net." Su Lixing leaned back in his chair. "Only half of the family assets were frozen in the accounts. The other half had already been returned through various channels long ago; they couldn't find it."

Jiang Zhiyu put down the document: "What do you plan to do with the other half that's frozen?"

"I want to sell the company." He slammed his hand on the table, as if he had already rehearsed it countless times in his mind. "Having done business in the US for so many years, there are quite a few people in the industry who want to take over. Some can't leave, and some genuinely believe in the business here. I'll name my price, and they'll be willing to take it."

"Sell it to local Chinese communities and cash it all out?"

"Yes. Take all the cash, gold, and everything else you can carry." Su Lixing looked at her. "Zhiyu, your aunt, Wenbin, Xiaoman, and I have discussed it as a family, and we want to go back to China. No matter how good life is here, it's still someone else's place. Your grandparents are getting old, and we want to go back and take care of them."

His voice held a hint of urgency: "But their offshore taxes are too high. I originally planned to contact the acquiring party, complete the sale of the company's shares, truthfully declare the capital gains, pay the corresponding capital gains tax, and then legally purchase standard gold bars and cash in batches with the remaining funds after tax, so you could take them back through a secret channel. But now that the account is frozen, I have no way to start."

Jiang Zhiyu looked at him: "Uncle, do you want me to help you take these back?"

Su Lixing didn't beat around the bush: "I know you have this ability. Your grandparents and parents always use the secret passage, so we don't need to. You just need to take my assets back."

Jiang Zhiyu paused for two seconds, then nodded: "I can handle that. Uncle, you need to clean up the company thoroughly first, leaving no loose ends. Taxes, debts, employee resettlement—everything has to be cleared up."

"Don't worry, I've been in business for so many years, do I need you to teach me this?" Su Lixing finally smiled.

......

Jiang Zhiyu stood up, walked to her desk, picked up the bank's freeze notice, and scanned it.

"Uncle, what's the name of the person in charge of this case?"

"What's his name again..." Su Lixing flipped through the files on the table. "Richard Klein, a mid-level manager in the Office of Overseas Asset Control at the Ministry of Finance. The lawyer said he's a difficult guy to talk to, unyielding, but in the last two years, many overseas Chinese have returned to invest in China, and we're not the only case like this, but he's in charge of ours."

"What's the office address?"

"San Francisco Federal Building, seventeenth floor." Su Lixing only realized what he was doing after he finished speaking. "Zhiyu, what are you trying to do? Don't do anything reckless. This is the United States, not China."

Jiang Zhiyu put the notification letter back on the table, smiled at him, and said, "Don't worry, Uncle, I'll just go and have a chat with him. You rest first, and wait for news tomorrow morning."

"You're going now? What time is it?!"

"There are fewer people at night, making it easier to chat."

Su Lixing opened his mouth to stop her, but Jiang Zhiyu had already reached the door. He looked at his niece's back, realizing that his family had dragged this child down with them.

"You know me."

She turned around.

"be safe."

"knew."

......

As Jiang Zhiyu left the Su family, Seventeen flew out from behind her shoulder and circled around.

"Host, I've found Richard's information. He's forty-five years old, works in an office on the seventeenth floor of the Federal Building in the southeast corner, and has a secretary and two assistants. He doesn't have any financial problems; he's not greedy or lecherous."

Jiang Zhiyu's lips curled slightly. "Not greedy for money or lustful? Everyone has weaknesses."

Seventeen flew to her shoulder: "Host, what are you planning to do?"

"Give him a choice: drop the investigation, or live in constant fear. Let him decide for himself."

Upon arriving near Richard's residence, Jiang Zhiyu's mental energy penetrated the walls and floors, spreading outwards like an invisible net. Richard Klein lived in a middle-class house in the southern suburbs of San Francisco and was fast asleep in bed. Jiang Zhiyu's mental energy precisely locked onto his brainwaves and gently tapped them.

......

Richard Klein had a dream.

He tried to turn the page, but his fingers wouldn't obey. The last page of the document read: "Will you stop the investigation, or should I reveal all this?"

He woke up with a start, gasping for breath, his back covered in cold sweat.

The bedside lamp came on, and his wife, still half asleep, turned over: "What's wrong?"

"N-nothing... I just had a nightmare."

He lay back down, but couldn't close his eyes. The dream was too real, so real that he could almost smell the ink on the documents—it was definitely Eastern witchcraft. He stared at the ceiling in the darkness, only one thought churning in his mind.

Should that investigation really continue?

......

The next morning, at Su Lixing's breakfast table, He Li came out of the kitchen with fried eggs and saw Jiang Zhiyu sitting at the table chatting with Su Wenbin and Zhou Xiaoman. She was so startled that she almost dropped the plate.

"Zhiyu? When did you get here?!"

"Auntie, I arrived last night, I didn't want to wake you."

He Li glanced at Su Lixing, who nodded to her. Only then did she put down the plate and look Jiang Zhiyu up and down: "You silly girl, you came all this way without even calling so I could have gone to buy groceries."

"A simple home-cooked meal is fine, Auntie, don't bother."

Su Wenbin poured Jiang Zhiyu a glass of orange juice: "Zhiyu, is there any news about the account?"

"Soon." Jiang Zhiyu took a sip of orange juice. "Cousin, cousin-in-law, and uncle told me about your plans to return to China."

Su Wenbin and Zhou Xiaoman exchanged a glance and nodded.

"Our whole family has discussed it and we just want to go back." Su Wenbin pushed up his glasses. He looked like Su Lixing, refined and gentle, with a steady and reliable demeanor. "I've been following the special economic zone development in Bei'an County. Wenhao also wrote to me saying they're short-handed there. I've been helping out with Dad's work for so many years, so it's a good opportunity to go and help."

Zhou Xiaoman nodded in agreement, "Zhiyu, we've thought it all out. We'll sell what we can and take what we can with us. As soon as the funds are in place, we'll set off."

He Li sighed beside her, "To be honest, living here for too long isn't pleasant. We're foreigners when we go out, and foreigners when we come home; it's never really our own place. Your grandparents are getting old, and it'll be more reassuring for us to go back closer to them."

Su Wenbin glanced at his parents, then at Jiang Zhiyu: "Zhiyu, how long will it take for the funds to be unfrozen?"

Just as he finished speaking, the phone in the living room rang.