In today's social climate, anyone who dares to engage in illicit relationships would undoubtedly face public scorn, be paraded through the streets as an adulterer, and sent to labor camps for re-education.
Summarizing the contents of the letters, they were discussing how to get a divorce. This despicable pair wanted to avoid damaging their reputations while forcing the wife to leave empty-handed and take the children with her.
Utterly shameless!
Song Xiu Jun gathered all the letters and quickly wrote several reports. She copied key pages from the account books and, carrying this evidence, went out in the middle of the night to file complaints.
All four members of the Jiang family were likely at the hospital tonight. Jiang Ai Dang's injuries were much more severe than Jiang Li Min's.
She retrieved a bicycle from her space—not the currently popular heavy-duty bicycle.
When she arrived in this dimension, the surrounding map had automatically loaded, so she didn't need to ask for directions. Her first stop was the food factory director's home.
This era had no skyscrapers, few streetlights, and the nighttime streets weren't as bustling as they would be decades later. The roads were completely empty, so she didn't worry about the bicycle being seen.
The director's house still had lights on, indicating someone was awake.
After disguising herself, Song Xiu Jun knocked directly. An elderly woman answered: "Are you the director's wife? I'm here to see the director."
She wore a voice changer that produced a young man's voice.
The woman examined her under the dim moonlight: "What business do you have with the director?"
"Matters concerning the factory. It's urgent and important."
Hearing this, the woman stepped aside to let her in.
Song Xiu Jun waved her hand: "Just ask the director to come out. I'll leave after speaking with him."
Soon the director came to the door, wearing his coat. He recognized most people from the factory, even if he didn't know their names, but the person before him was completely unfamiliar.
Before the director could ask, she shoved the reports and copied account pages into his arms.
"Director, there are corrupt elements in the factory. As the head of the food factory, it's your responsibility to root them out. Failure to detect them is also your negligence. I hope you can take timely corrective measures."
With that, she immediately ran off, giving the director no time to react.
The director's calls echoed behind her, but Song Xiu Jun didn't look back. According to her assessment, this director was a responsible leader capable of handling the situation, with a 90% probability of resolving it.
However, to ensure Jiang Jian Guo would be sent to prison, she planned to make another stop at the police station.
The police station was also lit up, with officers on night duty.
Song Xiu Jun removed her disguise and entered with her real appearance. The young officer nearest the door stood up to greet her: "Comrade, what brings you here so late?"
She stared at him while internally assessing his capability to handle the matter.
Within seconds, the results showed insufficient competence—only a 30% probability of resolving the case. He was an intern.
"I'm here to report someone embezzling public funds. Who has the authority to handle this?"
The young intern froze, instinctively turning to look at his senior colleague. A middle-aged man stood up to receive her: "Comrade, please have a seat over here."
Three officers were on duty. Another, hearing the conversation, sat down nearby.
Both senior officers had extensive work experience. Their probabilities of successfully handling Jiang Jian Guo's case were 70% and 80% respectively.
Song Xiu Jun handed the account book to the 80% official: "The person I wish to report is my stepfather. He serves as the workshop director at Shanghai Food Factory. This ledger documents his years of embezzlement. During your investigation, you may verify the handwriting—it is undoubtedly his own and not forged."
"The food factory belongs to the state, not individuals. His abuse of power for personal gain hinders and endangers social development and construction. I firmly oppose such behavior, which is why I am placing righteousness above family loyalty."
"Only when the nation prospers can families thrive. We must unite to build a better society together, rather than creating obstacles for public interests due to selfish motives. Only when China grows stronger will the people achieve better lives!"
The young official, moved by her words, couldn't help but applaud: "Comrade, you've spoken brilliantly!"
Song Xiu Jun opened the cloth bundle, revealing stacks of Great Unity banknotes. All three officials gasped—this was no small sum, more than they could save in a lifetime.
The two senior investigators immediately turned stern.
She bowed to the three of them, rising with tear-filled eyes: "With my stepfather's backing, my stepbrother used connections to enter the food factory. He never shows up for work yet collects monthly wages, delays production plans, and disobeys leadership arrangements. Such actions betray the trust of both the people and the nation. As his relative, I feel deep shame and remorse."
"I hope the police will take this matter seriously and prevent my stepfather from continuing down this wrong path. I wish for him to receive the state's guidance to return to the correct path, and cease actions that run counter to the nation and its people."
"Please also refrain from publicly disclosing my identity as the whistleblower. This decision to report my own family has caused me immense pain—torn between my beloved country and my respected elder. Writing this report required all my courage…"
Song Xiu Jun wasn't actually afraid of being identified. Once she bundled her belongings and went to the countryside, Shanghai's gossip wouldn't reach her ears. Besides, she never feared public criticism anyway.
Her real concern was that if the Jiang family discovered her whistleblowing, they might find excuses to delay the investigation.
Of course, she could have reported anonymously, but system analysis showed that real-name reporting had higher success rates.
She maintained full confidence in the capabilities granted by the Main God System.
The two senior investigators exchanged glances and solemnly declared: "Comrade, rest assured we will protect your confidentiality. Your actions are correct. We must courageously correct our elders' errors—this isn't filial impiety but rather the highest form of filial devotion."
Song Xiu Jun choked up: "I hope the state will grant him a chance for reform."
She wondered if the amount involved might qualify for capital punishment, but even if it meant reform through labor, it would likely take thirty years before release. Jiang Jian Guo was nearly fifty—by the time he completed reform, he'd be eighty. What comeback could he possibly make?
Returning home late after the long night, Song Xiu Jun washed up and went straight to bed. Without the Invigorating Pill sustaining her, she couldn't have endured the ordeal. Her head barely touched the pillow before she fell asleep.
This was one aspect where being a system had been superior—no fatigue, perpetual energy.
The trade-off was 24-hour standby with no days off—the most exploited among draft animals.
Upon waking, she prepared a simple breakfast before slinging her satchel and heading out. Her first stop was the Educated Youth Office. Jiang Li Min had registered her for rural assignment but hadn't specified the destination or provided the youth subsidy.
These were matters she needed to clarify.
The educated youth office was bustling with people. Song Xiu Jun wasn't one for socializing – after all, her previous life as a human was too far in the past, so distant that she could no longer remember her original name, retaining only the identification number 8292 assigned by the Main God System after joining the Quick Transmigration Bureau.
With the combined mission durations of 1000 hosts totaling at least ten thousand years, she had only interacted with these hosts throughout this immense span of time. How could she possibly remember how to communicate with ordinary people?
Song Xiu Jun rubbed her cheeks and put on an obedient smile.
"Auntie, hello. I'm an educated youth about to be sent to the countryside. My name is Song Xiu Jun. My family previously helped me register, and I came today to inquire if there's any assigned destination for my rural placement."
The woman working behind the desk looked up, a flicker of surprise in her eyes: "You're Song Xiu Jun?"
"Auntie, you know me?"
"I was classmates with your mother Li Qiu Ying," the woman's originally businesslike tone softened considerably as she whispered, "Your mother asked me to help register you for a good rural placement. Affluent production brigades have higher work points that are more valuable, and they distribute more grain – it'll mean less hardship for you."
Then she pulled out a stack of forms and handed them over: "This month's list of educated youth is all here."
"There are three destinations in this batch – two in the north, one in the south. Take a look for yourself."
Song Xiu Jun mentally analyzed and compared these three rural destinations. After evaluation, she pointed to one location and said to the woman: "Auntie, may I choose to go here?"
The woman followed her finger to look at the form, glanced around, then lowered her voice: "The production brigade you picked is poor!"