The Certified P47

The next morning, Fu Xuan got up earlier than usual, helped Jingxing pack his luggage, and stuffed a large bag of tea that he had generously taken from the Seat of Divine Foresight into his bag.

"Be careful out there..." Fu Xuan chuckled helplessly, "But I think there aren't many in the world who can threaten you now."

"So don't worry," Jingxing hugged the Lord Diviner, "Even for your sake, I won't recklessly take any risks."

Jingxing decided to leave the spaceship, which had been sent to the "present" from the Swarm Disaster by a mysterious entity, to remain in Luofu. His current journey was still to retrieve his own Chasing the Moon from Yuque.

Although it has been parked here for more than a year, the ship's hull is as shiny as new, and it looks like someone has been maintaining it all along.

"If nothing unexpected happens, it's General Yaoguang's arrangement," Jingxing thought to himself.

He casually hung the souvenirs he had brought back from the past by the window in his study before going to the General's Residence to say goodbye to Yaoguang. Having already come all this way, it wouldn't be appropriate to leave without saying hello.

Yaoguang raised an eyebrow after hearing his destination.

"Interastral Peace Corporation..." she said, "If you encounter any injustice, just mention my name—it'll probably be more effective than my junior sister's."

"I hope we won't need it." Jingxing sighed. "I was originally planning to bring Xuan'er to visit you."

"But I'm afraid you can't leave the Luofu Divination Commission, right?" Yaoguang smiled. "However, my junior sister and I have had a rare long time together in the past, so it doesn't matter if we don't see each other for the time being."

Before setting off, Jingxing, who had returned to Chasing the Moon, thought for a moment and decided to contact Asta first.

Although Yaoguang said her influence was more effective than Fu Xuan's in the company, I think the most effective influence is probably still from a genius like Ms. Herta.

However, it was difficult to ask for Ms. Herta's help, so as a second-best option, I contacted Ms. Asta, the stationmaster of Herta Space Station, to see if I could ask her for help.

When the call connected, the other end was in complete chaos, like a pot of boiling porridge: some people were shouting for rations, some were fighting over a piece of experimental data, and something had fallen over with a thud.

"Pier Point?" Asta's voice squeezed out from the commotion, "What is Mr. Jingxing doing there?"

"Investigate things I'm not sure about."

Asta paused for a moment, then smiled politely. "Okay, I understand. Please wait a moment, Mr. Jingxing, I'll send you a pass to your email in a bit. That should ensure you get into Pier Point."

"Thank you, Miss Asta." Jingxing expressed his gratitude.

"What trouble?" Asta completely unconcerned. "Your presence has greatly improved Ms. Herta's mood lately, and has also made everyone on the space station much more relaxed."

"However..." she cautioned, "Some people in my family are a bit cunning. If anyone contacts Mr. Jingxing later with questions, just give them a few casual replies and ignore their polite formalities."

The travel permit arrived in his inbox a few minutes later. Jingxing looked at the electronic version and raised an eyebrow. "This is incredibly fast!"

When we arrived at Pier Point, it was evening at the port.

Looking down from the Star Rail, the city was so different from Jingxing Remembrance. The only thing that remained the same was the majestic Amber Lord's divine body not far away.

He parked the Chasing the Moon in the outer ring berth, picked up his bag, walked out of the passage, and joined the queue at the gate.

One by one, the guide lights on the berths illuminated the way, leading the ship into its designated compartment. In the next compartment, a cargo ship was unloading cargo; as the crane arm swung halfway around, a crate landed on a wooden block with a dull thud.

The smells in the port entrance were a mixed bag: disinfectant, freshly printed paper and ink, and other odors, all mingling together and assaulting the nostrils.

Most of the people in front were wearing similar suits and had name tags on their chests, so they all looked like employees of Interastral Peace Corporation.

When it was Jingxing's turn, the staff at the gate looked up and glanced at the printed pass in his hand.

"Pass." The other person held out their hand, their tone nonchalant. "First time here? The visitor entrance is—"

Before he could finish speaking, the turnstile beeped. It wasn't sharp or piercing; instead, it was like a resounding bell or the sound of a hammer striking.

Suddenly, a string of amber lights illuminated the strip above the turnstile, so bright it was blinding, causing everyone around to squint.

The staff member's hand froze in mid-air. He looked down at the screen, then up at Jingxing, his eyes revealing a palpable sense of awe.

Because a line of text appeared on the screen in front of him, along with a yellowed-looking photograph: Identity confirmed:???? Department P47, Jingxing.

"You..."

The staff didn't pay attention to what the "????" meant; after all, these were high-ranking officials from P47, and surely they wouldn't go out and gather information on their own.

He quickly stood up, bowed deeply, and handed the pass back to Jingxing with both hands. "This way, please."

Jingxing was dumbfounded. To be honest, before coming to Pier Point, he had already prepared himself for the possibility that he would need Asta's pass to enter. But he never expected that even after more than seven hundred Amber Era had passed, he would still be in the company's system by Louis Fleming.

"But I'm no longer in the Market Development Department."

Jingxing had no regrets about this. Don't forget that the current head of the Market Development Department is Oswaldo, who is at the same level as him. As for that guy's reputation... well, Jingxing didn't want to deal with him, nor did he want to make an enemy of him unnecessarily.

Accompanied closely by staff, Jingxing arrived at the VIP meeting area. After ordering a coffee, he took out his phone and looked through the company's publicly available department list. "Although I've confirmed that my position is still valid, who should I contact to claim my unpaid wages?"

Market Development Department, Business Consolidation Department, Strategic Investment Department, Building Materials Logistics Department, Technical Research and Development Department, Talent Incentives Department, Traditional Projects Department.

There are seven departments. Each department has a supervisor and a number attached to it.

What he was going to do, though it might seem like a matter for the Talent Incentives Department, was ultimately an old debt from over seven hundred Amber Eras ago.

Moreover, the head of the Talent Incentives Department seemed unapproachable based on his photo, so when choosing between the two, Tian, the head of the Traditional Projects Department, Zaitian seemed easier to talk to.

Just as Jingxing was figuring out how to apply and meet with Zaitian--

"Mr. Jingxing."

Jingxing turned his head in the direction of the voice and saw that the person was older and very tall. Although he was wearing a dark formal suit, his chest was completely exposed.

If it were a girl, it would be a feast for the eyes, but if it were an older man... well...