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

Jiang Zhiyu got into the car and then realized that there was someone else sitting in the back seat.

Inscriptions on bronze vessels and bells.

She paused for a moment, then greeted him, "Hello, Director Zhong."

Zhong Dingwen glanced at her and snorted irritably, "Girl, I told you, call him Uncle Zhong."

"...Hello, Uncle Zhong."

Jiang Zhiyu called out naturally, without the slightest hint of awkwardness.

Zhong Dingwen nodded in satisfaction.

Ji Buzhi turned around from the passenger seat, looking aggrieved: "Jiang Zhiyu! What have you been doing these past two days?! I'm so bored!"

He counted on his fingers, complaining, "Those people in the bureau are all incredibly boring. They're always going on missions here and there, and—they never take me with them!"

He leaned closer, his eyes burning: "You promised me! You had to take me on your mission!"

Jiang Zhiyu was so overwhelmed by his enthusiasm that she leaned back. Before she could respond, Ji Buzhi continued talking to himself.

"Look at us, we're so different, aren't we? But aren't we also so similar? We're—very special members of the bureau!"

He became more and more excited as he spoke, gesturing wildly: "What makes me special is that I know nothing yet know everything, while you—though I don't know exactly what that is, you're definitely different from us!"

As he spoke, he leaned close to Jiang Zhiyu's ear mysteriously and whispered, "Are you the kind of person who—can fly or disappear into the air? Or can you walk on water with light-footed skills? Like the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique)?"

Jiang Zhiyu was stunned for a moment.

Then she truly felt it—the boys of this era didn't live in a world of rebirth, transmigration, or systems. It was a pure martial arts era. So it wasn't surprising that he could talk about "Lingbo Weibu" (a martial arts technique) and "Qinggong Shuishangpiao" (a martial arts skill that allows one to walk on water).

She glanced at him: "Read less martial arts novels."

Ji Buzhi retorted defiantly, "Who knows, maybe one day I'll fall into some cave, find a sacred scripture, and actually master it!"

Zhong Dingwen sat beside him, watching the interaction between the two young people with amusement.

Who hasn't dreamed of being a martial arts hero in their youth?

They laughed and joked all the way back to the management bureau.

-

When they arrived at Zhong Dingwen's office, someone was already waiting inside.

Jiang Zhiyu recognized him—Mo Shouxin, whom she had met when Ji Buzhi took her around the bureau that day; he was the inheritor of mechanical arts.

Just as Zhong Dingwen was about to introduce them, Ji Buzhi quickly interrupted, "No need for introductions! They already know each other; I introduced them the other day!"

Mo Shouxin glanced at Ji Buzhi but didn't expose him—it was only a brief encounter that day, but he didn't hold it against him. He simply nodded slightly to Jiang Zhiyu.

Seeing that they knew each other, Zhong Dingwen got straight to the point.

"Xiao Jiang, we've already planned out the supplies these past two days." He picked up a document from the table. "Tell me your requirements."

Jiang Zhiyu thought for a while.

"No one should be within a ten-mile radius."

Zhong Dingwen nodded knowingly.

He had heard his master mention it—when this girl was distributing grain to the country, she made the same request: no one was allowed to approach, and that's how a warehouse full of supplies appeared.

He was skeptical at the time, but his master spoke with absolute certainty, so he believed him. Now, hearing the same request with his own ears, he felt even more at ease.

"Should we send Mo Shouxin over?" Zhong Dingwen pointed to Mo Shouxin beside him. "That warehouse is special; it has traps and mechanisms, all set up by this kid."

Mo Shouxin straightened up, a slight smile playing on his lips—it was finally his turn to show off his skills.

Jiang Zhiyu thought for a moment and then shook her head.

"No need. I can get in."

There was a moment of silence in the car.

All three of them looked at her at the same time.

Especially Mo Shouxin—that upturned corner of his mouth froze on his face.

No one has been able to crack his mechanical tricks yet.

He is the inheritor of the art of mechanisms. This set of mechanisms took him more than half a year to design and build. It is layered and interlocking. Even in the bureau, there are only a handful of people who can open it.

This girl... she hasn't even seen it, yet she says she can "get in"?

He opened his mouth, then closed it again.

This is a real blow.

Zhong Dingwen reacted the fastest, clearing his throat: "Alright, then let them take you to familiarize yourself with the place first. When do you plan to move it?"

Jiang Zhiyu thought for a moment: "Tonight, perhaps. I'll go check out the place first."

Mo Shouxin's spirits lifted again—since the operation only happens at night, this daytime trip is a perfect opportunity to showcase his mechanical skills.

He cleared his throat and took the lead, saying, "Let's go, I'll lead the way."

-

The three of them took a car out of the city and headed north, eventually turning into the deep mountains.

The car bumped along the winding mountain road for nearly an hour. Looking out the window at the continuous mountain range and the increasingly dense forest, Jiang Zhiyu already knew what was going on—this kind of place was indeed suitable for hiding things.

Ji Buzhi, however, seemed unfazed. He leaned against the car window, munching on peanuts he'd somehow found, muttering between chews, "In the mountains again…it's always the mountains…"

The car eventually stopped in front of what appeared to be the entrance to an abandoned mine.

From the outside, it looks like a half-collapsed mine entrance, overgrown with weeds and littered with rubble. If you didn't know the inside story, you definitely wouldn't give it a second glance.

Jiang Zhiyu got out of the car and looked around.

Deep mountains, dense forests, abandoned mine shafts.

She couldn't help but admire the nation's foresight—in an era when technology and machinery were inconvenient, building a warehouse of this scale deep in the mountains must have required an immense amount of manpower and resources. These unseen places are where true national strength lies.

"Come, come, come!" Mo Shouxin finally got his moment to shine, and walked briskly to the entrance of the mine. "Let me tell you, this mechanism has three levels, each more advanced than the last, and none can be omitted—"

He squatted down, pressed three times on what appeared to be an ordinary stone, and then twisted a rusty iron pipe next to him.

"First layer, the Thousand-Mechanism Lock."

A muffled boom came from deep within the mine, and a stone wall slowly slid open, revealing a dark passage.

Mo Shouxin glanced back at Jiang Zhiyu, a hint of smugness in his eyes.

"The second layer is the Nine-Turn Linked Array."

He stepped into the passageway, his footsteps precisely landing on specific tiles—three steps to the left, two steps to the right, one step back, and then four steps forward. With each step, a lamp on the wall lit up in sequence, like stepping on piano keys to play a silent melody.

Jiang Zhiyu silently memorized his steps and sequence.

It's not something I deliberately try to remember, but rather an instinct I developed in the apocalypse—once I've walked a path, I'll never forget it again.

Ji, watching from the back with boredom, muttered, "It always takes forever to get here. Can't they come up with something faster...?"

"What do you know!" Mo Shouxin retorted without turning back. "This is a Nine-Turn Chain! Missing a single step means certain death!"

"Didn't you take a wrong step last time? You didn't die then—"

"I misremembered! I didn't step on the wrong step!"

Jiang Zhiyu silently curved the corners of her mouth into a smile.

At the end of the passage was an iron gate, covered with dense patterns that resembled some kind of array or code.

"The third level, the Heavenly Gang Seals the Gate." Mo Shouxin placed both hands on the iron gate, his palms tracing specific patterns, his fingertips pressing in sequence. "This level is the most crucial—seven points need to be triggered simultaneously, and the order cannot be wrong; even one mistake will trigger an alarm."

As he spoke, his hands moved swiftly across the door like he was playing a piano, and after seven crisp "clicks," the iron door slowly slid open to both sides.

Mo Shouxin turned around, his face clearly saying, "Praise me!"

Jiang Zhiyu nodded: "That's right."

Just two simple words.

Mo Shouxin waited for a while, but when she found that there was no further news, she pouted in disappointment.

Ji Buzhi, being quite accommodating, clapped twice: "Amazing! Amazing! Even though I've watched it eight hundred times, I still think it's amazing!"

Behind the iron gate was a huge underground space.

The moment Jiang Zhiyu stepped inside, she paused for a moment.

Good guy.

It was even more complete than what she had prepared.

The huge warehouse was filled with various supplies—tents, quilts, military rations, medical equipment, disinfection supplies, lighting equipment, communication equipment, etc. The areas were clearly divided and labeled, showing that it had been professionally planned.

Although these were supplies reserved by the state for earthquake relief, the sheer quantity and variety of them still shocked the three of them.

Mo Shouxin had never been here before—since the mechanism was repaired, only a few core personnel knew how to open it, and he had never had the chance to come in and see it.

I never expected there to be so many things stored inside.

Ji Buzhi stood in front of a stack of quilts, reached out and touched them, and muttered, "So many... it's still not enough."

No one responded.

They all knew that these were just a drop in the ocean in the face of a major earthquake.

Jiang Zhiyu silently took stock of the items in her mind and compared them with the supplies in her personal space.

enough.

With hers included, that's enough.

-

When the three of them came out of the mountains, it was already getting late.

Ji Buzhi was the first to jump into the car, patting the seat: "Let's go! Jiang Zhiyu, I'll take you to eat Peking duck!"

He looked very serious, as if he had arranged something extremely important: "Let me tell you, there's a place that, although not very famous, is incredibly delicious! You absolutely have to come with me and try it!"

Mo Shouxin shook his head helplessly, but still nodded in agreement.

Looking at Ji Buzhi's excited expression, Jiang Zhiyu recalled how he touched the quilt in the warehouse and said "It's still not enough"—he was only twenty-nine years old, but when he said that sentence, he had a sense of vicissitude and weight, making people feel that he was a very reliable person.

"Let's go," she said.

Ji Buzhi immediately beamed with joy and shouted to the driver, "Let's go!"

As the car drove back along the mountain road, the setting sun shone through the car windows, casting long shadows of the three young people.

Young people are definitely more relaxed when they're together.

Even if a storm is coming, you have to eat your fill first.