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

Kyoto Station.

When Jiang Zhiyu walked out of the station exit carrying her canvas bag, it was already broad daylight.

She took a deep breath, stretched her shoulders that had been stiff from sitting all night, and was about to determine her direction—

A car came into her view.

Jiang Zhiyu paused for a moment.

Then she saw the person standing next to the car.

An elderly man in a gray Zhongshan suit, thin and with gray hair and beard, stood in the morning light with his hands behind his back and a kind smile on his face.

Zhuge Yunhe.

Behind him stood two young men, one with dark skin and an excited expression, and the other with a calm face and steady eyes.

Jiang Zhiyu strolled over and stopped in front of Zhuge Yunhe, raising an eyebrow slightly.

"Master Zhuge, what brings you here?"

She suddenly slapped her forehead: "...You didn't predict it again, did you?"

Zhuge Yunhe stroked his beard with a smile: "It's not as impressive as you think, young friend. I just anticipated that you went north, so I thought I'd come and offer some assistance."

He paused for a moment, then looked at her gently: "Since you've chosen to go north, I suppose you've already thought things through."

Jiang Zhiyu nodded.

Zhuge Yunhe said no more, turned around and pointed to the dark-skinned young man behind him: "This is Ji Buzhi, he's twenty-nine this year. From now on, he'll be your errand boy."

Ji Buzhi immediately stepped forward, grinning and revealing a set of white teeth: "Hello, boss! Hello, boss!"

Jiang Zhiyu: "..."

She glanced at Zhuge Yunhe silently.

Zhuge Yunhe acted as if he hadn't noticed and continued, "This kid's a know-it-all in the bureau, let him work with you for now."

Ji Buzhi scratched his forehead and chuckled. He reacted quickly, immediately adding, "Anyone who can get Elder Zhuge to personally pick them up must be a big shot!"

Zhuge Yunhe patted him on the shoulder: "You never forget to be cheeky." He then pointed to another young man, "This one is called Jin Jing; he knows a little about physiognomy."

Jin Jing was much more composed than Ji Buzhi. He nodded slightly to Jiang Zhiyu as a greeting, his gaze sweeping over her face imperceptibly, his pupils contracting slightly.

—This face doesn't look like that of an ordinary person.

Zhuge Yunhe looked at Jiang Zhiyu: "Those two are relatively young in the bureau, so they can talk to you, little girl. If you need anything in the future, just let me know."

Zhuge Yunhe opened the car door: "Get in first, we'll talk in detail when we get to the station."

Ji Buzhi moved faster than anyone else, leaping into the car and even eagerly saving a seat for Jiang Zhiyu inside. As soon as Jiang Zhiyu settled in, he moved closer.

"Hey bro, how old are you?"

"...My name is Jiang Zhiyu, you can just call me Zhiyu."

"Can I really call you Zhiyu?!" Ji Buzhi looked flattered. "Zhiyu, how old are you?"

"eighteen."

"My goodness, you're so young!" Ji Buzhi exclaimed, her eyes wide. "I'm twenty-nine this year. I used to be the youngest in the bureau, but I'm finally not anymore!"

He got more and more excited as he spoke: "Boss—no, Zhiyu, could you please tell me which faction you belong to?"

Jiang Zhiyu was taken aback: "What faction?"

Without turning his head, Zhuge Yunhe, sitting in the front row, interrupted the conversation in a calm tone: "Don't pry. Her identity is a secret; she doesn't belong to any faction."

The carriage was silent for a moment.

Ji Buzhi and Jin Jing exchanged a glance, both seeing the same message in each other's eyes—

He didn't belong to any faction, yet the old bureau chief personally came to pick him up.

This girl is no ordinary person.

Those who work in this industry know that some things don't depend on seniority, but on talent. Some people are born to be this kind of person; others can follow the most skilled mentor but still achieve nothing.

The two wisely refrained from pressing the matter further. Although Ji Buzhi couldn't keep his mouth shut, he knew what he should and shouldn't ask, so he changed the subject and started talking about other things.

However, his chattering hadn't diminished at all—at twenty-nine, he talked like a nineteen-year-old naiveté. From the braised pork in the bureau's canteen to what he'd witnessed on a field mission last month, from where to find the best steamed buns in Beijing to the embarrassing incident of Jin Jing's fortune-telling gone wrong last time, his mouth practically never stopped.

Jiang Zhiyu leaned back in her seat, listening to how he single-handedly carried the atmosphere of the entire car, and her lips twitched slightly.

From now on, I'll have this chatterbox following me around...

It's so annoying!

The black SUV drove along, heading towards the Second State Archives Administration. White smoke drifted out of a window, accompanied by the sound of a radio broadcast.

It's very different from the Shanghai Stock Exchange.

But they are all part of the everyday life of ordinary people.

The black SUV drove along the road, heading towards the Second State Archives Administration.