Director Zhao's small eyes lit up instantly: "That's right! It's violating national policy!"

She waved her hand: "Where are the militia? Detain these troublemakers!"

Li Guodong was dumbfounded: "You dare! I..."

"What do you mean, 'you'!" Director Zhao shouted, hands on his hips. "Do you really think the neighborhood committee is your private property? If I don't teach you a lesson today, you won't know who's boss!"

Two militiamen with guns rushed in, and Li Guodong immediately cowered: "Comrade, it's a misunderstanding..."

"You son of a bitch!" Director Zhao spat in his face. "Obstructing educated youth from going to the countryside, I think you're a bad element! Maybe even an enemy spy!"

Li Guodong's legs were cramping; even a level six worker like him couldn't withstand such a heavy blow!

Du Jianshan watched the play with his hands behind his back, feeling incredibly pleased.

That damn old dog, he's finally got what he deserves!

"Come with us!" The militiamen grabbed Li Guodong and started to walk out. Li Guodong's legs were trembling as he shouted.

"You little beast! You bastard! I've wasted all these years raising you!"

"You think you can run away? No way!"

Before he could finish speaking, a militiaman slapped him across the face: "You dare to slander educated youth sent to the countryside? Get out of here!"

After Li Guodong was dragged away, Du Jianshan clasped his hands in a fist salute to Zhao Hongmei: "Director Zhao, thank you so much for upholding justice today!"

Zhao Hongmei waved her hand and lowered her voice, saying, "Xiao Du, hurry up and pack your things. Leave first thing tomorrow morning. Don't delay."

She glanced at Li Guodong, who was being carried away by the militia, and added, "However, I advise you to sever ties with your family in the newspaper before you leave."

"Sever ties with relatives?" Du Jianshan was taken aback.

“Yes!” Zhao Hongmei nodded.

"Publish a written statement in the newspaper, completely severing ties with Liu Xiuqin and Li Guodong, so that they won't use the name of 'parents' to cause trouble for you in southern Xinjiang in the future."

“These days, filial piety can be a real burden. If you don’t make a formal statement, they might cause trouble at the educated youth office, and the organization will have to consider the impact.”

"So before you leave, you have to cut off all these things completely. After you publish the notice, go to the countryside first thing tomorrow morning. Don't delay any longer."

She realized that this family was ruthless and heartless.

Can someone really get away with the charge of hooliganism?

That's incredibly cruel.

Du Jianshan's eyes lit up: "Director Zhao, that's a great idea!"

He sneered, "Sever it! It must be severed! We'll put a notice in the newspaper today!"

Zhao Hongmei patted him on the shoulder: "Go ahead, I'll get you a street certificate here, proving that you went to the countryside voluntarily and that your family has no right to interfere."

Du Jianshan nodded gratefully, turned around and strode away from the street office.

He went straight to the newspaper office, paid to publish a "statement of severing ties," which was clearly written in black and white.

"I, Du Jianshan, voluntarily sever all kinship ties with Liu Xiuqin and Li Guodong. From this day forward, our lives, deaths, fortunes, and misfortunes are none of our concern!"

After paying the money, this will be the headline of tomorrow's newspaper.

Du Jianshan felt a surge of relief after leaving the newspaper office.

"Liu Xiuqin, Li Guodong, we're even now!"

In his past life, he served eight years in prison for that bastard, while his family enjoyed a life of luxury outside.

It's time for them to experience this for themselves!

He looked up at the sky, sneered, and said, "Tomorrow morning, I'll be flying far away! You two can do whatever you want!"

Now, it's time to deal with this hot potato.

With the worker quota introduction letter in hand, Du Jianshan headed straight for Pigeon Market in the west of the city.

He had been to this place in his previous life; the black market was in the alley behind Pigeon Market.

After winding through several narrow alleys, a man wearing a straw hat squatted at a corner, smoking a cigarette and sizing up passersby with his darting eyes.

Du Jianshan walked over and lowered his voice: "Brother, I want to ask you something."

The man in the straw hat glanced up at him: "What's up?"

"Looking for 'Old Knife Handle'."

The man in the straw hat's eyes narrowed, and he looked Du Jianshan up and down: "Who are you?"

Du Jianshan pulled out half a pack of Daqianmen cigarettes from his pocket and handed it over: "Brother, lead the way, I have a business deal to discuss."

The man in the straw hat took the cigarette, grinned, and said, "Come with me."

After passing through several narrower alleys, we turned into a dilapidated courtyard.

Several burly men were squatting in the courtyard smoking. When they saw someone come in, they all looked up.

The man in the straw hat shouted into the house, "Master Dao, there's business!"

A lean, middle-aged man walked out of the house, squinting at Du Jianshan: "Young man, what kind of business?"

Without wasting any words, Du Jianshan pulled out the worker quota introduction letter from his pocket: "Steel plant formal employee, quota transfer."