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

At five o'clock in the morning, just as dawn was breaking, Jiang Zhiyu was awakened by her rumbling stomach. The fish porridge she had eaten the night before had long been digested. She got up quietly without disturbing the mother and daughter in the next bed.

She walked to the table, took out 10 pounds from her pocket, and placed it in the most conspicuous spot on the low table. She weighed it down with a rough teacup. Then she got up and left the house.

Pushing open the door, the fishing village was fully awake in the early morning. The roar of fishing boat motors rose and fell.

Jiang Zhiyu stood in the open space in front of the house, gazing at the gradually whitening sky, pondering her next move.

"0047, check where you can get an ID card on Hong Kong Island."

[Host, the normal procedure is at the Kowloon Government Service Center, but it requires a household registration certificate and a birth certificate, neither of which we have right now.] 0047 spoke again, [We'll have to go through unofficial channels. There's a black market in Yau Ma Tei, run by Mr. Chan, the owner of Fook Kee Restaurant, who specializes in this. From the data I've gathered, his reputation is good, but his fees are very high.]

"Yau Ma Tei." Jiang Zhiyu memorized the name of the place, pulled her old sportswear tighter, and stepped onto the bus stop heading to the city center.

The minibus bumped and jolted away from the fishing village, the scenery outside the window changing from low-lying shacks to towering buildings. The streets began to get crowded, pedestrians hurrying along. This was Hong Kong Island in the 1970s, already showing signs of prosperity.

[Host, you need to make your new identity more believable.] 0047 reminded you, [You need to change your accent; your Northern accent is too obvious.]

"The name's decided, it'll be Jiang Xia." Jiang Zhiyu closed her eyes, mentally sketching out the character's persona. [Jiang is her surname, Xia is the season of her birth—simple and easy to remember. The backstory is that she grew up in rural Guangdong, lost her parents early, came to live with her uncle in Hong Kong, but her uncle passed away.]

【But……】

"Don't worry, I have a way." Jiang Zhiyu smiled, and instantly, her Mandarin, with its distinctive Cantonese accent, flowed smoothly from her tongue. 0047 was utterly stunned.

"Host, host, how are you so amazing?" 0047 immediately followed with a barrage of compliments. It seems that the various dialects he learned while working as an extra on a film set before the apocalypse were really useful.

The car finally stopped in Yau Ma Tei. The streets here were narrower, and the shops were more closely packed together. Following the directions, Jiang Zhiyu found the Fu Kee Tea Restaurant.

The shop was packed with customers, including workers, vendors, and elites, creating a rare and vibrant atmosphere.

Jiang Zhiyu found a corner to sit down and watched this scene before ordering food in her newly fluent Cantonese-accented Mandarin.

"Beautiful lady, what would you like to eat?" The waiter approached her enthusiastically.

"A plate of stir-fried beef noodles and a cup of iced lemon tea." Jiang Zhiyu's tone was natural, even carrying a touch of the neatness of a Hong Kong girl.

The waiter responded and then turned to take the order. Jiang Zhiyu calmly surveyed the room, her gaze lingering on a middle-aged man wearing glasses and reading a newspaper—that was Boss Chen.

Before long, the steaming hot beef chow fun was served. The glistening rice noodles were wrapped around leek sprouts and bean sprouts, and the aroma filled the air.

Jiang Zhiyu picked up her chopsticks and began to eat heartily. This was her first breakfast truly her own since arriving in Hong Kong. It smelled so good she wanted to swallow her tongue.

About ten minutes later, Boss Chen put down his newspaper, got up, and walked towards the kitchen. Jiang Zhiyu immediately got up and followed him, walked around the kitchen, and knocked on the door in the backyard.

"Who's outside?"

"I'm here to get my ID card. A fellow villager recommended that I look for Boss Chen."

The door opened.

Mr. Chen stood at the door and asked, "Who introduced you?"

"A fellow villager said you're reliable, your prices are fair, and you treat everyone honestly," Jiang Zhiyu replied frankly.

Boss Chen stepped aside to let her in. Inside, there was a desk piled high with documents and forms. He lit a cigarette, and through the swirling smoke, his sharp eyes fixed on Jiang Zhiyu.

What kind of certificate do I need?

"Hong Kong ID card." Jiang Zhiyu stepped forward. "Mainland Chinese, from the countryside in Guangdong."

Name, age.

Jiang Xia, seventeen years old

Mr. Chen's pen traced across the paper, and when he looked up, his gaze deepened: "What are you doing in Hong Kong? Who else is at home?"

"My parents died early, and I only have an uncle in Hong Kong Island." Jiang Zhiyu said calmly, her eyes open and honest. "I came to stay with him, but I was too late; he passed away last month. I want to find a job in Hong Kong Island to support myself."

"What's your uncle's name? Where does he live?"

"Wang Fugui, from Hung Hom. I don't remember the exact house number, but I remember there's a wet market near his house, and the vendors in the mornings are all old neighbors."

Boss Chen stared at her for a long time, seemingly weighing the truth of her words. Fortunately, she was prepared.

"Okay." He finally put down his pen. [The procedures are a bit complicated, three thousand Hong Kong dollars, come back in three days to collect.]

She pulled a hundred-dollar bill from her pocket and handed it over: "This is the deposit."

Mr. Chen took the US dollars, squinted at Jiang Zhiyu in surprise, and said, "Come on time in three days." He then put the money into the drawer.

After leaving the restaurant, Jiang Zhiyu ordered over a dozen servings of their signature dishes: satay beef noodles, char siu, stir-fried beef noodles, and fish balls. She noticed the owner, Mr. Chen, watching her.

Jiang Zhiyu explained with a smile, "The older brothers and sisters who came with me haven't eaten yet, so I'm bringing some to them."

Mr. Chen waved his hand, then picked up a newspaper and sat down in his usual spot, as if everything around him was irrelevant.

Jiang Zhiyu stepped outside, squinting at the blinding sunlight, and took a deep breath of Hong Kong air. Reaching a street corner, she shifted slightly to block the sunlight and placed the food she was carrying into the still storage compartment.

The first step to coming to the port city has been completed.

"0047, scan the vicinity and find a place to stay temporarily," Jiang Zhiyu instructed in her mind.

[Host, there's a cheap hotel 500 meters ahead. It's inexpensive and safe for now.]

Jiang Zhiyu lifted her foot and walked in that direction. Now that the accommodation issue was resolved, she needed to get rid of the confidential documents she was holding.