Godmother! ×2

The evidence had been successfully uploaded to Ming Jiu's computer.

She gave it a glance—well, she honestly couldn't understand much of it.

[System Sis, can you email this evidence to the other directors of the group?]

[Don't leave any traces. The kind where Zuo Junhao could rack his brains and still never trace it back to me.]

System: [Yes. Please pay 5 gold coins.]

The familiar fly-rubbing-its-hands routine was back again.

[Can similar functions be subscribed to monthly? No, half a month is fine.]

[Things like erasing spending records, cooking the books, gathering information, and so on.]

The system went silent, then came back online a minute later.

[Monthly subscriptions only. 200 gold coins.]

Ming Jiu thought for a moment. [150 gold coins?]

[System Sis? Godmother?]

[I swear, haggling is only temporary. Once our farm takes off, I'll buy System Sis the highest-grade energy!]

Ming Jiu made her promise with complete sincerity, painting a grand future with empty words.

The cold electronic voice, utterly devoid of emotion, emitted a faint crackling sound.

[...Fine.]

Ming Jiu decisively paid the 150 gold coins.

Just like paying the system monthly to handle surveillance, this money was worth it—extremely worth it, more than worth it.

[Evidence email sent successfully.]

Ming Jiu checked the time displayed on her computer. It was already three in the morning.

[System Sis, could you take on a few jobs while I sleep?]

[I want a detailed inventory of all the supplies at Zuo Junhao's stockpile locations. Also, make a disaster survival supply list for Xiao Rong and me. You know how much money I have left, so just don't exceed the budget.]

[Find a company in a city near City B that makes mobile homes, one with ready stock. I need three small homestay-style space capsules, plus light steel villas with a combined total area of 90 to 100 square meters.]

[And an RV. Pick one around the same price range that would be convenient for you to modify further.]

The system had only two words: [Received.]

Ming Jiu lay back down and set an alarm on her phone—she only had two and a half hours to rest.

[One question—System Sis, can you still communicate freely with those above?]

[No,] the system replied. [It is not a matter of restrictions. The communication function is more geared toward spatial leap transmission, such as sending back large quantities of crops or processed products, or purchasing mall goods on the host's behalf.]

[I can only submit transmission-related requests. I cannot freely exchange information.]

Ming Jiu turned over. Exhaustion washed over her body like a tide, but her mind remained in an excited state—an unpleasant feeling.

[If I do well enough and really obtain Interstellar citizenship, will you be taken back?]

System: [Sorry, the system has not loaded information of this kind.]

Ming Jiu changed the way she asked. [Will the people who made you learn everything about me through you? Like the space that can grow crops.]

[No. The host's priority exceeds that of the creators. Unless the host dies, the system will not be stripped away. Loyalty is our most fundamental program.]

Ming Jiu slowly closed her eyes.

She did not really believe it. She had no way of telling whether it was the truth or a smokescreen carefully designed by its creators in anticipation of this question—but whatever. She could not think about so much right now.

First, she had to survive the natural disasters and the mutant tide.

[Do you belong to some company? Or country, or organization in that world?]

[All farm systems are under the Interstellar Supreme Council. Our creators are the Supreme Research Institute directly under the Council.]

The system had clearly realized what Ming Jiu was worried about.

[The Council is not some simple organization, but one thing is certain: it is absolutely not ruled by the word of one person, or a few people.]

On the morning of January 25, at five thirty, the alarm rang on time. Ming Jiu opened her eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling for a full minute.

Thirteen days remaining.

After getting up and washing up, Ming Jiu brushed her teeth while staring at the computer screen. The system had already organized everything she had requested last night.

There was a list of the types of supplies stored at Zuo Junhao's seven stockpile locations, a supply list for her and Xiao Rong, and the contact information for mobile home companies, followed by a list of ready-stock products matching her requirements.

Lastly came the RV: a light-truck-style motorhome with a sensible interior layout and a twelve-square-meter living area. It would be completely sufficient for her and Xiao Rong to live in temporarily, and its on-the-road price was around 450,000 yuan.

There was currently a display model available that could be taken away immediately upon payment.

There was also another vehicle of the same model that had been preordered by a customer and fully modified, but the customer had not picked it up according to the contract. Both sides were currently arguing over how much of a refund should be given.

Ming Jiu glanced at the RV's interior after it had been modified to the customer's requirements. The only major changes were moving the washing machine and wardrobe storage around and adding a water tank. Nothing else had changed much.

Mm, she wanted both.

Ming Jiu saved the numbers for the auto market and mobile home company to her phone, intending to settle everything today.

With the system bug around, she did not care much about a vehicle's hardware performance. No matter what vehicle she chose, the system could modify it further anyway.

She did not need to worry about energy, either. There was no need to find ways to stockpile huge amounts of gasoline, diesel, and the like. The energy boxes in the system mall were not subject to purchase limits.

Besides, Zuo Junhao's stored supplies included gasoline.

When she fled from the G Province Safe Base in her previous life, she had the system modify a Wuling miracle car. The energy box installed in it had still not run out by the time she died.

After washing up and changing clothes, it was exactly six o'clock.

The driver hired by the Zuo Family was highly professional. Right at six, he messaged Ming Jiu to say that he would arrive at the hotel entrance in twenty minutes to take her to the cemetery, then return to the Zuo Family home for a meal.

Ming Jiu did not want anything to do with the Zuo Family right now, nor did she want them to notice what she would be doing over the next dozen or so days. After paying her respects to the old man, she would take a taxi back herself.

Her own car was already being transported, but she still needed to rent one. There were procedures required to drive an out-of-town-plated vehicle in City B, and she did not have time for that.

The moment the bedroom door opened, Ming Rong was curled up on the sofa scrolling through her tablet. When she saw her sister, she immediately gave her a huge, dazzling smile.

Ming Rong: Sis, did you sleep well?

"Of course. I slept especially well. What about you? Are you adjusting okay?"

Ming Rong nodded vigorously and continued communicating with Ming Jiu in sign language. Sis, are you going out now? Can I come with you?

Ming Jiu was a little surprised.

"You want to go?"

Ming Rong: I want to see Grandpa.

Other than the system, the space, and the enormous changes that were about to arrive, Ming Jiu had not deliberately hidden anything else. While the sisters had been shopping last night, Ming Jiu had briefly told her about the Zuo Family.

Including the inheritance the old man had left her.

"Then go change. We'll have a simple breakfast at the hotel first."

Ming Rong tossed her tablet onto the sofa and hurried back to her room.

Before six thirty, Ming Jiu and Ming Rong were in the car, rushing out of the city before morning rush hour and heading straight for the suburban cemetery.