I started by watching videos, and I chose 10,000 combat power.

Luo Fei held the silver-white time machine in his hands and looked at it over and over again several times.

With a thought, the time machine disappeared from his palm and returned to the ring.

He has already decided which timeline he wants to go to, not now, but something that requires a lot of preparation.

He got out of bed and opened the window.

The sporadic sound of firecrackers echoed through the village, adding to the festive and lively atmosphere of the New Year.

Luo Fei took out the dark gray suit that the system had rewarded him with from the closet and put it on. The young man in the mirror had a tall and straight figure, and his brows revealed a sense of composure.

I'm going to visit Mr. Long's family for the New Year today, so I can't just wear my usual sportswear and look too casual.

Li Xiulan called from downstairs, "Dinner's ready!"

He went downstairs, and the family sat around the dining table.

After breakfast, Luo Fei stood up, and his family immediately gathered around him.

Li Xiulan slung a brand-new leather handbag over her shoulder; it was specially prepared by Director Qin yesterday.

The bag had a delicate texture and a stylish design, and Li Xiulan fell in love with it at first sight, so she took it home.

With a thought, Luo Fei's family arrived in Kyoto the next second. Director Qin had been waiting for them for a long time and led them to a vermilion gate.

Spring Festival couplets were pasted on both sides of the door, with red paper and black characters. The characters were handwritten, with vigorous strokes, and it was clear that they were written by someone who had practiced calligraphy for decades.

Two sentries in military uniforms stood at the entrance, their rifles slung across their chests, standing ramrod straight.

When they saw Director Qin and Luo Fei, they stood at attention, saluted, and their movements were perfectly synchronized.

Director Qin nodded slightly, reached out and pushed open the heavy wooden door, which made a soft "creak" sound.

The courtyard is not large, but it is clean and tidy. Several green bamboos sway in the cold wind, making it even more serene and elegant.

The door to the main room was open, and the furnishings inside were surprisingly simple and unpretentious. There were no expensive mahogany furniture or priceless antiques or paintings, only a few ordinary fabric sofas, a glass coffee table, and a slightly old television set, all reflecting the owner's frugal and simple lifestyle.

Old Master Long walked out of the main room, wearing a dark Zhongshan suit with the collar buttons neatly fastened.

He stood at the doorway, watching Luo Fei and his family walk in through the main gate.

"You're here? Come in and sit down, it's cold outside."

Li Xiulan walked behind Luo Fei.

She looked at Elder Long, opened her mouth as if to say "Hello, Elder Long," but her throat tightened and the sound didn't come out.

Old Long looked at her, his gaze lingering on her face. He saw her youthful face and the wrinkles that were so faint they were almost invisible.

He extended his hand, shook hands with Li Xiulan, and said, "Happy New Year."

Li Xiulan's hands were trembling with excitement. Her lips quivered as she finally managed to squeeze out a few words: "Old Master Long, Happy New Year."

Luo Weidong followed behind and shook hands with Elder Long. Elder Long looked at his face, his black hair, and his straight back, and smiled.

"Being younger is good."

Luo Weidong nodded with a simple smile.

Luo Ying stood next to Luo Fei, curiously looking around.

Looking at the sprightly Elder Long, then at the verdant bamboo in the courtyard, and then at the two upright sentries at the gate, she felt a surge of wonder and awe. Although she was studying in Kyoto, she had never imagined that one day she would step into such a place and be so close to Elder Long.

After everyone was seated inside, the guards served hot tea.

Luo Fei took a sip of warm tea and chatted with Old Long for a few minutes about everyday things, from the village's harvest to the changes in Kyoto. The atmosphere was relaxed and harmonious.

He never mentioned the time machine, knowing this was not the place to discuss it.

He glanced at Director Qin without leaving a trace. The other man was holding a teacup. Their eyes met briefly in the air, and then he nodded slightly, everything understood without a word.

Luo Fei put down his teacup, stood up, and said, "Mr. Long, we won't disturb your rest any longer. I'll have Xiaoying show my parents and aunt around Kyoto. Director Qin and I still have some things to take care of."

Elder Long also stood up, extended his hand and shook hands firmly with Luo Fei, saying only two words: "Go."

There were no unnecessary questions, only complete trust.

After leaving the Long family home, Luo Fei turned to Luo Ying and instructed her, "You're quite familiar with Kyoto, so take good care of Mom and Dad and Auntie. Call me anytime if anything happens."

Luo Ying pulled her hand out of her pocket, patted Luo Fei's arm, and winked mischievously: "Don't worry, bro! I guarantee I'll complete the mission!"

She turned around, smiling at her family, and said, "Come on, I'll show you around Kyoto, and we'll have the most authentic Peking duck for lunch!"

Li Xiulan stood beside her, her arm linked with Luo Weidong's, a smile on her face that was full of undisguised pride and happiness.

Director Qin then came out of the room, walked up to Luo Fei, and said simply, "Let's go to the office to talk."

The two walked out along the deep alley. The alley was not wide, and there were mottled gray brick walls on both sides.

Director Qin's office is not far from here. Pushing open the door, you'll find it brightly lit, with thick stacks of documents piled on the desk, and a faint scent of ink and paper filling the air.

Director Qin sat down behind his desk, pushed the thermos aside, leaned forward slightly, and looked intently at Luo Fei: "Speak, what is it?"

Without hesitation, Luo Fei took out the time machine from his storage ring and gently placed it on the table.

Director Qin's attention was immediately drawn to the watch. His hand hovered in mid-air, hesitant to reach out, his eyes fixed on the three blank spaces on the dial, his face filled with doubt and curiosity.

Luo Fei began to explain.

"This is a time machine. It can travel to a parallel world on Earth. There are three timelines to choose from. I'll choose one and go to that parallel world. How long it takes in that world will be the same time it takes on Earth."

Director Qin lowered his hand and placed it on the table, his fingers spread and his palm resting on the table.

His expression was calm, but his hands were trembling slightly.

"Have you decided which timeline you want to go to?"

His voice was a little hoarse.

When Luo Fei uttered the words "Qin Dynasty," Director Qin's mouth opened slightly, and a look of shock flashed in his eyes.

Luo Fei continued, "I need a professional team to help me accurately study the specific timeframes and confirm the supplies I need to bring. It's inevitable that I'll overlook things if I consider things on my own; there will definitely be things I haven't thought of."

"In addition, it is necessary to conduct in-depth research on the language, script, customs, etiquette, political system and military situation of that era, so as not to arrive there knowing nothing."

Director Qin tapped his finger on the table.

"I'll arrange the people. I'll prepare the supplies. You just set a time, when do we depart?"

Luo Fei said, "In the next two days, the sooner the better."

Director Qin remained silent.

He mentally reviewed the resources that needed to be mobilized.

Historians, archaeologists, linguists, folklorists, costume designers, prop makers, and supplies...

Normally, it wouldn't take a day or two to prepare, but if Luo Fei says "two days," then it'll be two days.

He picked up the landline on the table, dialed a number, and the call was answered after two rings.

His voice wasn't loud, but his tone was forceful.

"Notify the Institute of History, the Institute of Archaeology, the Institute of Linguistics, and the Institute of Folklore to send their best experts to Kyoto. They should bring all relevant materials about the Qin Dynasty. Also, find people from the Fashion Design Institute to make Qin Dynasty clothing. I need to see the plans and supplies by the day after tomorrow."

After the person on the other end of the phone said something, Director Qin replied, "That's an order," and hung up.

He put the landline back, his finger paused on the keys for a moment, then picked it up and dialed another number. "Logistics department, prepare a batch of supplies. All the seeds, medicine, tools, weapons... I need to see them by the day after tomorrow."

After hearing something said on the other end of the phone, Director Qin replied, "This is what General Luo Fei needs."

There was silence on the other end of the phone, then a "Understood" was said.

He hung up the phone and put the landline back.

He turned to look at Luo Fei.

"The expert team will arrive this afternoon. The supplies will be ready by tomorrow. You can depart the day after tomorrow."

He stood up, picked up the time machine from the table, and handed it back to Luo Fei with both hands.

Luo Fei took it and put it into his ring.