When Political Commissar Qiao said this, many people in the crowd gasped.
Some of them had attended ideological education classes, which were a torture. Not to mention eight classes a day, even one class a day was very painful.
Old Mrs. Yu didn't want to attend the class and refused directly, "I don't want to attend the class. I'm too old to attend any class. I won't attend the class."
Political Commissar Qiao snorted coldly, "It's fine if you don't want to go. You can leave the family compound tomorrow and go back to your hometown. No one will care about you there."
"Why? This is my son's home. I can stay here as long as I want. You have no right to control us."
Political Commissar Qiao also saw this and thought it would be a waste of time to talk to this old man. He simply said, "If you don't come to class by 8 o'clock tomorrow morning, I will send the security department to ask you to leave at 9 o'clock. You can give it a try and see if I have the right to control you."
After Political Commissar Qiao finished speaking, he left with his wife. Half of the onlookers also left, and some were reluctant to leave.
Old Lady Yu caught up with him and chatted with the nice old lady, "Does this political commissar really have such power?"
The old lady wanted to pull her hand back, not wanting to get too close to Old Lady Yu, but she was not as strong as Old Lady Yu and could not pull her hand back at all. She could only helplessly reply to her, "He is the political commissar. He can take care of everything in the compound. If you want to stay in the compound, you'd better go to class first. When your Dagang comes back, let him go and plead with the political commissar. Maybe it will help."
"What is the purpose of class?" asked Old Mrs. Yu again.
Old man Yu standing by also pricked up his ears to listen.
The old lady said, "It's just a class. Just sit there and listen."
Old Lady Yu asked, "Have you ever been to the gym? Are you tired?"
The old lady's eyes began to evade. "I haven't been to the class, but I've heard from others that all you have to do is sit and listen to the class. It's not tiring at all."
After hearing this, the two elders of the Yu family felt relieved. As long as it is not tiring, it is fine. Just sit there. Dagang has been out for so long, he will probably be back soon.
Song Yun and Chen Cuicui went to her room and saw Chen Cuicui open the locked box and take out the exquisite wedding dress from the box. It was a red stand-up collar and short-sleeved suit with exquisite and elegant patterns embroidered on the collar, chest and cuffs. It looked bright but not vulgar. It was very beautiful and you could tell at a glance that a lot of effort had been put into it.
Song Yun calculated the time. It had been almost a month since she was entrusted with this matter. She took out thirty yuan and stuffed it into Chen Cuicui's hand. "This is your wages."
Chen Cuicui was startled. "It won't take that much. Just give me five dollars."
Song Yun held her hand down, "You have such a great craft and you put so much effort into it, but thirty is too little."
Chen Cuicui was about to refuse, but Song Yun suppressed her. "I didn't give you a cent more. This is all you deserve." He glanced at her arm and his face darkened. "If Yu Dagang can't handle this, I suggest you either divorce him or move out. Don't get involved with the second son of the Yu family. Let Yu Dagang handle the filial piety. Don't worry about it. With your skills, you can even start a business, not to mention supporting yourself."
"Really? Can I really do it?" Chen Cuicui's eyes lit up. Can she really make a career with this skill?
"Damn it, do I look like someone who would lie?"
Chen Cuicui's heart surged, and she nodded vigorously at Song Yun, "I'll listen to you. If Dagang can't send them away, I'll move out."
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