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

In the early morning, Yau Ma Tei was still shrouded in mist. Jiang Zhiyu had already gotten up, changed into a navy blue coat, put on a neat short haircut, and smeared some ash on his face, looking exactly like a young man working on the docks.

Upon arriving at Fu Kee Tea Restaurant, she opened the door a crack and slipped inside.

Mr. Chen was sitting in his usual spot reading the newspaper. When she came in, he didn't even lift his eyelids: "The food is ready."

He took a brown paper bag from the drawer and pushed it towards her. Jiang Zhiyu opened it and saw a Hong Kong identity card with gold foil stamping inside.

"Three thousand Hong Kong dollars, I'll make up the rest for you." She took it out of her pocket and placed it on the table.

Boss Chen didn't even count them before casually stuffing them into the drawer, then suddenly looked up at her: "The auction last night was quite a scene, and White was furious."

"It has nothing to do with me." Jiang Zhiyu put away her ID card and tapped her fingertips lightly on the table.

"Boss Chen, you're so well-informed, do you know of any villas with clear titles in Kowloon? Preferably with a basement and good security."

Mr. Chen raised an eyebrow: "You want to buy a house?"

"I'm tired of staying in the inn."

He hesitated for a moment, then pulled a business card from the pile of newspapers: "Go find Shen Muyan. He owns a villa in Repulse Bay. The original owner was a British businessman who just fled last month. The title is clear, it has three basement levels and a private dock. It's just a bit pricey."

Jiang Zhiyu picked up the business card, which only read "Shen Muyan's Private Consultant" and included a phone number. She smiled and said, "Thank you."

After leaving the tea restaurant, she didn't contact Shen Muyan directly, but went to the auction backstage to settle the account first.

The accountant looked at her "young" attire, checked her identity information, and handed her the check with a suspicious expression. After deducting the commission, the total was HK$740,000.

"Miss Jiang... oh no, Mr. Jiang," the accountant was about to say something when Jiang Zhiyu had already turned and left with the check.

At the bank counter, she deposited the check into her newly opened account. Looking at the balance, she felt much more at ease. Over 700,000 yuan was enough to buy a decent property in the city.

She called Shen Muyan! Jiang Zhiyu headed straight for Repulse Bay.

Repulse Bay is indeed an affluent area, with villas hidden among the greenery, their iron gates tightly closed, and bodyguards standing at the entrances.

Shen Muyan was waiting for her in front of a white villa. When he saw her get out of the taxi, he was stunned for a moment before recognizing her: "Miss Jiang's outfit... has saved a lot of trouble."

"Lead the way." Jiang Zhiyu didn't waste any words.

The villa had its own garden, a shimmering swimming pool, and a European-style main building with a thick carpet covering the spiral staircase. Shen Muyan pushed open the basement door, pressed a switch, and the three-story space was as bright as day—the ground floor was a wine cellar, the middle floor was empty, and the top floor even had a ventilation system and independent power supply.

"The original owner was in the arms business; this basement is so secure that even a bomb couldn't break it open," Shen Muyan explained. "I've checked the property rights; there are no mortgages or disputes, and even the property taxes have been paid in full. The asking price is 1.2 million."

Jiang Zhiyu walked to the top floor, her fingertips tracing the wall. She turned around: "One million."

"One hundred and one hundred." Shen Muyan wouldn't budge an inch. "This location, this configuration, it's a fire sale price."

"Add another 100,000 to get all the paperwork done for me, including the transfer of utilities and security." Jiang Zhiyu stared at him. "Get it done within three days."

Shen Muyan smiled: "Deal." He could tell that this woman didn't care about money at all; what she wanted was "speed" and "safety."

When signing the contract, Shen Muyan couldn't help but ask, "What exactly are you trying to do? Buying antiques and mansions, White has practically turned the consulate upside down just to find your bronze tripod."

Jiang Zhiyu picked up her pen and signed, the nib rustling as it passed through the paper. "Mr. Shen, knowing too much won't do you any good." She paused, then pushed a check for HK$50,000 over. "This is the deposit; the rest will be paid after the transfer of ownership."

Shen Muyan put away the check, looked at her signature, and suddenly said, "I found out something. Li Jiahao's wife and children didn't go to America at all. They were being held in a dock warehouse by the Black Dragon Gang, and it seems they're interrogating them about something."

Jiang Zhiyu paused in signing. Li Jiahao's family? What did that have to do with her? She said indifferently, "It's none of my business."

The sun was shining brightly as she stepped out of the villa. 0047's voice echoed in her mind: [Host, the villa paperwork is all set! Shen Muyan has already begun the process!]

"Very good." She gazed towards the mainland, her ID card slightly warm in her pocket. With this ID and this residence, this was her first home in this world.

"Go shopping." Jiang Zhiyu turned and headed towards the city center. "Fill all the empty boxes in the space with food and other necessities, the more the better."

[Understood! I'll search for nearby wholesale markets for you right away!]

The taxi merged into the traffic, and Jiang Zhiyu leaned against the car window, watching the street scene rush past.

With a new identity, a safe house, and an upcoming system upgrade... Jiang Zhiyu finally felt at ease.

Just as Shen Muyan handed the villa transfer documents to Jiang Zhiyu, he was hit by a suitcase thrown at him, causing him to stumble.

"Open it and take a look." Jiang Zhiyu leaned back on the sofa, twirling the villa key she had just received in her fingers, her tone as casual as if she were talking about the weather.

As soon as the suitcase was opened, Shen Muyan gasped – the neatly stacked US dollars and British pounds amounted to at least a million dollars at a rough glance.

"This is..." He looked up, his eyes filled with shock.

"This is for you to manage." Jiang Zhiyu looked up. "House prices in Gangcheng will likely drop further. Keep an eye on things for me, and buy if there's a suitable property. It's up to you how you buy it."

Shen Muyan's throat tightened. In all his years as a private investigator, he had met many wealthy people, but he had never seen anyone treat money so casually.

"Aren't you afraid I'll run off with the money?" he couldn't help but ask.

Jiang Zhiyu smiled, flicked her finger, and a vine seed entered Shen Muyan's mouth: "Mr. Shen, have you forgotten that you have a son studying at a boarding school in England?"

After speaking, Shen Muyan exerted a little force with his wood-type ability, and his expression changed drastically. He curled up and knelt on the ground, his face contorted with veins, clearly having endured the pain to the extreme.

"Don't worry," Jiang Zhiyu withdrew her supernatural power, "Just do your job well. This box of money is just a deposit. Once it's done, I'll add another 20% commission to your earnings. That'll be enough for you to immigrate to any country with your son."

Shen Muyan's face remained pale. He closed his suitcase and took a deep breath: "I know what to do."

"You decide," Jiang Zhiyu waved her hand. "Just give me a list every year, no need to make the trip in person. I'll be going back to the mainland soon, so it won't be very convenient to contact you. I'll come over when I have time."

As Shen Muyan left, carrying his suitcase, his steps were almost unsteady. He glanced back at the white villa, wondering if he was fortunate or unfortunate.