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

Jiang Zhiyu and Seventeen excitedly entered the space.

The sight before her made her gasp. A full ten kilometers of golden coastline, with countless deep-water berths stretching from one end of the horizon to the other, seemingly without end. Each berth was filled with fully loaded cargo ships, their decks stacked with colorful standard containers, red, blue, gray, and white, like long walls made of steel blocks.

"Host, all 36 deep-water berths are fully loaded, with 35 ocean-going mega-ships." Seventeen's voice carried a rare excitement. "This is the most bustling cargo hub in East Asia, one of the largest container transshipment stations in the entire Asia-Pacific region."

On the sea, massive container ships stood side by side, their waterlines pressed very deep, indicating that each one was fully loaded and ready to depart. The container yards on shore were even more impressive, with containers stacked four or five layers high, and gantry cranes lined up in a row, like a row of steel giants standing guard.

Jiang Zhiyu directly replicated them one-to-one into her space. How they were placed outside was exactly how they were placed inside. The dock was still the same dock, and the ships were still the same ships. Only the entire port area was moved from the other side of the earth into her space.

Seventeen quickly scanned the data: "52000 containers at sea, 37000 containers on shore, totaling 9 standard containers."

9.

Jiang Zhiyu took a deep breath. This was no small sum. It was the lifeblood of Xiao Rizi's foreign trade, a portion of their wealth accumulated over decades of plundering technology, exploiting supply chains, and dumping cheap goods.

"Host, I've done a preliminary scan of the cargo manifest..." Seventeen reported as he flew, "Precision machine tools, five-axis CNC equipment, military-grade special steel, semiconductor wafers, photoresist, high-purity silicon wafers, core components of turbine units, vehicle assembly lines... These are all categories that are currently in short supply or where we are facing bottlenecks in the domestic market."

As Jiang Zhiyu walked deeper into the storage area, she continued to scan with her mental energy. The more she scanned, the more interesting it became.

Servo motors, micro motors, automatic control modules, industrial robot joint components... these are the core components of automated production lines. Hundreds of boxes were piled high with complete sets of television and tape recorder parts. She knew all too well what these things meant in this day and age; they were semi-finished products in the consumer electronics supply chain, and countless factories in China longed for imports of this level.

The sheer variety and scope of products—from automotive transmission systems and high-purity chemical raw materials to medical imaging equipment and testing kits—made her wonder if she had accidentally depleted the entire country's strategic reserves.

"Their attitude is quite good." She squatted down and patted the metal shell of a shipping container next to her, her tone carrying a hint of dry humor. "They know to use what we desperately need to compensate us."

"Host, you've hit the jackpot this time." Seventeen flew around her once, its wings flapping rapidly. "The range of categories is incredible, from heavy industry to light industry, from military to civilian use, it practically covers the entire industrial system."

Jiang Zhiyu stood up, dusted off her hands, and said, "I'm too lazy to sort them all out. You go do it. Keep the good stuff for me separately—snacks, ingredients, seasonings, etc. Organize everything else into a category so I can show off to my superiors when I get back."

Seventeen's wings drooped, and the whole ball exuded resentment: "Host...you collected so much military equipment in San Du Ao, plundered so much in international waters, and now you've taken over the entire dock. In your eyes, all this stuff is less valuable than a container of snacks?"

"What use would it be to me?" Jiang Zhiyu said matter-of-factly. "I'm someone who's too lazy to even cook, what use would you be for military equipment? I'd rather have something substantial to eat."

Seventeen was silent for two seconds, then sighed, flapped its wings again, and flew deeper into the container yard.

"Alright, I'm off to work. Over ninety thousand containers... Host, you really know how to use the system."

Jiang Zhiyu watched it fly away, a slight smile playing on her lips.

……

at the same time.

Beijing, China, a conference building that is not open to the public.

The Chinese-style conference room was filled with people sitting on both sides of a long table. Teacups, documents, and other items were scattered on the table, and the air was filled with the smell of strong tea and old wood.

The moment the secret report came back, Elder Gao and Elder Li convened an emergency meeting.

The two elderly men sat at the head of the long table, each holding an enamel mug with faded red lettering printed on it. Old Gao's lips were slightly twitching, not from nervousness, but from a desperate attempt to suppress them.

He couldn't control it.

Old Li wasn't much better off.

The briefing on the table was only one page long, listing a few numbers: 36 deep-water berths, 35 ocean-going vessels, and nearly 9 standard containers had all disappeared.

The old men below were already arguing fiercely.

"No, all military-grade materials must be ours! Special steel, turbine units, CNC machine tools—these are things our lab has been waiting for for three years. All the good stuff used to go to the desert side. We have to upgrade our equipment!" A researcher with gray hair slammed his fist on the table, spittle flying half a meter away.

"What, only your lab needs it? Our military region is in dire need of equipment upgrades!" The old man in military uniform opposite him retorted, his voice even louder. "Our comrades at the front are waiting to be re-equipped. What are you going to say?"

"Don't you dare steal the medical supplies either!" A third person chimed in, an elderly professor with thick-rimmed glasses, his hands clenched tightly. "Imaging equipment, testing kits, high-purity reagents—our hospitals and research institutes combined don't have enough! If you take them all, what will the wounded on the front lines use?"

The old man in military uniform's eyes darted around, and his tone suddenly changed: "Alright, alright, you can fight over the equipment. But what about aviation oil, industrial lubricants, and antifreeze? These all belong to our military, right? Planes need to fly, tanks need to move, and they need antifreeze in winter. We can't just send these to the lab for testing, can we?"

The old man in the lab immediately rolled his eyes: "You have to leave us some for our experiments. Do you think everything is sold by the pound? There are some special oils we need for materials testing."

"How much do you need?"

"Too much, ten percent."

"Ten and a half percent, no less than that."

"make a deal."

Old Gao and Old Li sat at the head of the table, watching the group of people below, whose combined age was several hundred years old, haggling like middle-aged women at a market, their mouths stretched to their ears.

Old Gao picked up his teacup, pretending to drink water, but actually trying to hide his barely suppressed laughter. He used the teacup to cover half his face and whispered to Old Li, "I told you we shouldn't stop that girl."

Old Li, also holding a teacup, the rim obscuring the corners of his upturned lips, said, "Luckily, we said 'let her do as she pleases.' If we had followed the old rules, she wouldn't have had this kind of imagination."

"That's for sure," Old Gao said in a low voice. "Look at these old guys down there, arguing like they're fighting over New Year's goods. Before, we wouldn't have even dared to dream of getting this batch of supplies."

"So that's why!" Old Li put down his teacup, his gaze sweeping over the old men at the table who were still arguing heatedly about the distribution ratio. His tone held a deeper meaning. "These young people really know their limits. They take what they're entitled to, and they're ruthless when necessary. Their lack of restraint in dealing with people is actually reassuring."

Old Gao laughed heartily and picked up his teacup.

Old Li also picked up his teacup.

Two enamel mugs with faded red lettering touched lightly in the air, making a crisp sound.

"Let's have one!"