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

Zhong Dingwen then noticed the head that kept peeking out from under the door.

He sighed helplessly, put down his pen, and pulled a document from the drawer, handing it over.

Jiang Zhiyu took it and looked at it—it was an onboarding report.

"Comrade Xiao Jiang, just sign here."

Jiang Zhiyu glanced at it.

External executive consultant.

She didn't even look at the details before signing the document.

Zhong Dingwen watched her smooth, flowing signature, his lips twitching slightly, but he ultimately said nothing. This girl, she doesn't even bother to pretend.

After signing the documents, he put them away, his tone softening: "Why don't you go out with Ji Buzhi and the others and get to know them? Young people always have endless topics to talk about. Go ahead, I'll take care of the rest of the formalities for you."

He paused for a moment, then said, "Oh, by the way, Comrade Jiang, could you leave your current contact information? I'll need to call you when we're transporting supplies."

Jiang Zhiyu thought for a moment and left her godparents' address.

She had originally planned to stay with her godparents for a while during her trip north. They had just returned to Beijing, and she wondered how they were settling in, so she decided to go and check on them. As for the compound, she hadn't been there long; a quick look around would suffice.

"Okay." Zhong Dingwen wrote down the address and nodded to her.

Jiang Zhiyu left the office.

As soon as the door opened, a black head popped out.

Ji Buzhi grabbed her arm and pulled her towards the corner: "Hehehehe, what were you talking about? You've been talking for so long!"

After saying that, he spat three times on his mouth, exclaiming, "Look at my lousy mouth!"

A passerby casually remarked, "Master Ji, you've gotten yourself into trouble again with that mouth of yours, haven't you?"

Ji Buzhi immediately bristled, turning to glare at him: "Hey! I said, Mo Shouxin, have you solved that mechanism yet? Are you making fun of me?"

The man laughed heartily, showing no fear whatsoever: "Then you won't need to trouble yourself."

He walked over, his gaze falling on Jiang Zhiyu, and nodded slightly: "This must be the new comrade, right? Hello, my name is Mo Shouxin, a successor of the art of mechanical engineering."

Jiang Zhiyu shook hands with him: "Jiang Zhiyu."

She didn't say what she was good at.

But most people in the bureau know their place—if the old bureau chief personally picks you up and escorts you in, then you shouldn't ask.

Mo Shouxin clearly thought the same thing, but he just smiled and said, "You and Ji Banxian can chat slowly. I still need to decipher my mechanical arts."

"Hurry up and go! Old Mo, you're such a troublemaker!" Ji Buzhi yelled at his retreating figure, then turned and grabbed Jiang Zhiyu's arm. "Come on! I'll show you around our bureau!"

Jiang Zhiyu nodded and was pulled forward by him.

Ji Buzhi chattered incessantly as he walked, introducing everyone he met to Jiang Zhiyu—what their name was, which department they worked in, and what they were good at. His speech was as fast as a machine gun, and the amount of information he conveyed was as if he were rushing to a market.

"Actually, most people in our department aren't here," he said, pointing to several empty offices. "Less than one-fifth of the people are actually in the department year-round. And even when they do come back, they only work for a few days before leaving again, so—it's very easy."

Jiang Zhiyu asked with some curiosity, "And you? Which department are you in? What are you good at?"

Ji Buzhi's speech suddenly slowed down.

"Uh... this... this..."

He scratched the back of his head, looking a little guilty: "I don't belong to any department. I know most of what they do—but I'm not an expert in anything. Some things, I only have a superficial understanding of."

As he spoke, he puffed out his chest again: "The reason I'm in this bureau, let me tell you—my great-great-grandfather and Director Zhuge were sworn brothers!"

A colleague passing by heard this and shook his head with amusement.

This guy is bragging again.

Everyone knows his background is a mystery. Some even rumor that he's an illegitimate child—but in this situation, no one has bothered to ask. Getting involved with this guy is never a good thing; everyone usually calls him "Master Ji" or "Troublemaker Ji"—he can cause trouble in anything. He's young, so everyone is tolerant of him.

Now he's bragging to the new comrade again.

Ji Buzhi saw Jiang Zhiyu laughing at that colleague, and when he turned around, he saw that the person was laughing at his back.

"Hey! What's with that look?! What did I say wrong?!"

The man quickly waved his hand: "Yes, yes, you're absolutely right! My grandfather's grandfather and Director Zhuge were sworn brothers in our ancestors—everyone knows that, everyone knows that!"

After saying that, he ran away quickly.

Ji Buzhi watched the man's retreating figure, muttered a couple of curses under his breath, then turned around and smiled again.

"Let me tell you, when the old director left, he told me to go with you. You have no idea how rare someone like me—who isn't good at anything, but is good at everything—is!"

He counted on his fingers: "They always think I'm too young, so they don't take me on missions. Hehe, this time the old director assigned me to go with you, so you can't leave me behind!"

Jiang Zhiyu nodded when she saw his expectant expression.

Ji Buzhi immediately perked up, his eyes lighting up: "Then how about we start our own department?"

Jiang Zhiyu quickly shook her head.

"I'm also thinking of giving our department a cool name!" Ji Buzhi, completely oblivious to her refusal, said enthusiastically, "With you, the big boss, leading me, the know-it-all, let's call it—'The Know-It-All'! What do you think! I'm a real know-it-all! I know exactly what each department is up to lately!"

He grew more and more excited as he spoke, patting his chest: "My all-knowing nature, combined with your mysterious and unpredictable methods—what a perfect combination!"

Jiang Zhiyu's head was already being bombarded by this chattering person.

She never expected that someone could speak so rapidly, like a machine gun, without even a moment to catch their breath.

But she had to admit—his words contained a lot of information. What each department was busy with lately, what each person was good at, which office was empty, which room was used for storing files—all these fragmented pieces were pieced together to give her a three-dimensional impression of the bureau.

And you can also tell that although this guy has a sharp tongue in the bureau, he's the kind of person who likes to take on everything, and everyone takes good care of him. That kind of "disdain" is mixed with indulgence; it's not real annoyance, it's just that he's spoiled.

Following Ji Buzhi on a tour of the entire Second Administration Bureau, Jiang Zhiyu finally gained a general understanding of it.

She got up to say goodbye to Zhong Dingwen.

Zhong Dingwen was writing at his desk when he heard the noise. He stood up and said, "I'll call you when supplies are being mobilized."

Jiang Zhiyu nodded and turned to walk out.

Zhong Dingwen glanced at her back, then sat down and began working on the documents in his hands.

-

Once outside the office, Ji Buzhi clung to him again.

"Where are you going? Can you take me with you?" he asked expectantly. "I'm telling you, I know every alley and lane in Kyoto like the back of my hand!"

Jiang Zhiyu sighed and rubbed her forehead in exasperation. "I want to go home."

Ji Buzhi's expectation visibly deflated, and she said with a hint of grievance, "Alright then..."

But he quickly looked up again, his eyes burning: "You absolutely must take me with you on your mission!"

"I will never forget you," Jiang Zhiyu said.

Ji Buzhi was finally satisfied and chuckled as he escorted her to the exit.

As Jiang Zhiyu left the bureau, she found herself walking down a side path in a park.

She looked down at her feet—a gravel path lined with roses, and beyond that was the park's main road.

I don't know what kind of door Ji led her to.

She sighed and walked out of the park.

In the June evening in Kyoto, the sky was still bright, and the wind carried a dry warmth. An old man selling popsicles was standing at the park entrance, his calls carrying from afar.

Jiang Zhiyu found a state-run restaurant and ate a quick bite.

Let's go to my godparents' house tonight.

Let's also see how they're settling in Beijing.

Jiang Zhiyu, carrying that canvas bag, merged into the flow of people leaving get off work, looking like an ordinary young woman who had just arrived in Kyoto.

No one will notice her.