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

The three of them headed straight for the roast duck restaurant.

It was the restaurant that Ji Buzhi had been longing for, hidden in an inconspicuous alley. The storefront was small, and even the signboard was faded, but as soon as you pushed the door open, the aroma of roast duck oil wafted straight into your nose.

Jiang Zhiyu knew that although these people had special identities, they didn't have much money on them. Recently, they had been cutting back on their own spending to raise supplies, so she took advantage of Ji Buzhi's moment to go wash his hands and paid for them in advance.

When Ji Buzhi returned and learned of this, he was furious and slammed his fist on the table: "I told you, I was the one who invited you to dinner!"

Jiang Zhiyu leaned close to his ear and whispered, "I'm much richer than you."

Ji Buzhi's eyes lit up instantly—the corners of his eyes turned up, and his eyes sparkled, just like a cat that had smelled fish.

"So, does that mean I'll have a wealthy family to feed in the future?"

Jiang Zhiyu nodded: "You can think of it that way."

"Waiter!" Ji Buzhi slammed his hand on the table, his voice booming, "Another roast duck, please!"

Jiang Zhiyu smiled, thinking he would be quite the orderer, but he only added a roast duck.

She originally thought that three roast ducks plus a table of home-style dishes would be more than enough for the three of them. Unexpectedly, Ji Buzhi and Mo Shouxin ate almost all of the roast ducks, and most of the home-style dishes were also devoured.

Watching the two of them licking the oil off their fingers with lingering enjoyment, she couldn't help but ask, "Want another one?"

The two quickly waved their hands, saying, "No, no!"

Jiang Zhiyu gained a clear understanding of the appetite of people in this era—no, not appetite, but rather the scarcity of resources and the lack of oil in their diet. Roast duck like this, which wasn't eaten often, meant they could indeed eat a lot.

She looked down at the plate of barely touched duck skin in front of her and silently picked up another piece with her chopsticks.

After leaving the roast duck restaurant, the three went their separate ways.

Ji Buzhi and Mo Shouxin both knew that Jiang Zhiyu had something to do tonight, so neither of them tried to stop her.

Ji Buzhi was still a little reluctant to leave, and followed her for several steps, before finally grabbing her sleeve again.

"Jiang Zhiyu! Make sure you take me with you on your mission! Don't forget!"

Jiang Zhiyu nodded.

This kid must be desperate for opportunities to carry out missions.

When we got back to my godparents' house, it was already completely dark.

When she stepped outside into the yard and saw that the lights were still on inside, she knew that these two people wouldn't be able to rest until she came back.

As soon as I pushed open the door, the two people immediately came out to greet me.

"Did you get out safely? Did you encounter any danger?" Qi Zhengli asked.

Liu Hong went straight to the kitchen: "Have you eaten? I'll bring it to you right away—it's still warming up in the pot!"

Jiang Zhiyu shook her head: "I've already eaten. Godmother, please take the food out, otherwise it will spoil by tomorrow morning."

"Then hurry up and wash up and go to bed!" Liu Hong urged her with concern, looking at her exhausted face.

Jiang Zhiyu responded and went back to her room.

As soon as the door closed, she leaned against it and let out a long sigh.

In his mind, Seventeen's voice rang out: "Host, I'll wake you up at ten o'clock tonight."

"Okay," Jiang Zhiyu replied, and without even taking off her clothes, she fell asleep.

She is so tired.

At 10 p.m. sharp, Seventeen woke her up.

Jiang Zhiyu opened her eyes; all was quiet in the darkness. She took out a cup of spiritual spring water from her spatial storage and drank it down.

"Host, after we finish collecting the items tonight, I have some good news for you."

"What good news? Do we have to wait until we finish packing to tell you?" Jiang Zhiyu asked while tidying her clothes.

"It's mysterious—it's a secret."

Jiang Zhiyu smiled and shook her head.

"Seventeen, initiate teleportation."

From her godparents' courtyard to the warehouse deep in the mountains that morning, the distance wasn't short, but she remembered the coordinates very clearly—an instinct honed in the apocalypse; once she'd walked a path, she'd never forget it.

The moment she landed after her final teleportation, she appeared directly inside the warehouse.

Iron gates, stone walls, mechanisms—ignore them all.

She stood in the center of the empty warehouse, looked around, and began to work.

The space is open.

She collected the national reserves section by section, separating them from her own stockpiles in her spatial storage, categorizing them by area and type. Medical supplies were separated from medical supplies, food from food, tents from tents, and equipment from equipment—everything was clear and orderly.

The government has prepared too much.

It took almost two hours just to pack up the items.

The supplies from the national reserves, plus what she had hoarded herself, filled half of the empty space.

Jiang Zhiyu stood in the center of the empty warehouse, stretched her slightly sore wrists, and took a deep breath.

"All collected."

-

Meanwhile, at the temporary outpost of the management bureau, located ten kilometers away, a room full of people were waiting.

Those not on duty but driven by curiosity were all waiting on the perimeter—they wanted to open the mechanism themselves to see if the contents were still there.

To put it bluntly, I just wanted to see for myself what this new unofficial consultant was really capable of.

The initiator was none other than Ji Buzhi.

He was pacing back and forth, muttering to himself, "I haven't seen anyone who can fly or teleport... Did you say Zhiyu moved those things away? How did he move them? What did he use to move them?"

Mo Shouxin felt dizzy from his spinning around and reached out to slap him: "Stop nagging, okay!"

Ji stopped talking, but only for less than two minutes before pacing back and forth again.

Everyone around him closed their eyes to rest, but he was the only one who kept pacing back and forth like an ant on a hot pan, unable to stop.

He glanced at his watch again.

They said the delivery would be completed at 2 a.m., so there's still more than an hour left.

He didn't sense anything unusual—no energy fluctuations, no strange noises, nothing at all. It was as if nothing had ever happened.

Two o'clock in the morning.

Ji Buzhi was the first to rush out.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!" he urged the driver, "Drive! Drive!"

Upon arriving at the mine, he was the first to jump out of the vehicle, grabbing Mo Shouxin and rushing to the entrance in three quick steps—

The Thousand-Mechanism Lock, open.

Nine-Turn Linked Formation, passed.

The Heavenly Gang seals the gate, and the seal is lifted.

The three-tiered mechanism was clear all the way, and Mo Shouxin's technique was more than twice as fast as in the morning.

The iron gate slid open.

A carload of people went inside.

Then they were all dumbfounded.

Especially Ji Buzhi and Mo Shouxin.

Because they had seen these things with their own eyes at noon—they knew how many there were.

But now—

Empty and desolate.

The huge warehouse was spotless.

Ji Buzhi opened his mouth wide, unable to close it for a long time.

Mo Shouxin froze on the spot, the flashlight beam sweeping around the empty warehouse three times, but he didn't see anything.

The bureau staff who followed in exchanged bewildered glances, their expressions complex.

They gained a deeper understanding of this mysterious unofficial consultant.

Those in their line of work understand—this is definitely a top-secret state secret. Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, and don't know what you shouldn't know.

But they also felt a hidden excitement.

With such capable people in their country, how could the country not prosper?

Ji Buzhi was stunned for a while, then suddenly came to his senses and grabbed Mo Shouxin's arm: "Let's go! Let's go back to the station! Report to the director!"

He took off running, his steps as light as if the two roast ducks had given him boundless strength.

"Uncle Chung! Uncle Chung!"

His voice echoed through the empty valley, carrying an undisguised excitement and pride.

-

At this moment, Jiang Zhiyu had already returned to her godparents' house.

She lay under the floral quilt, listening to the rustling of the leaves of the old locust tree in the yard as the wind blew.

The supplies have been received; it seems he needs to say goodbye to his godparents!