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Chapter 47
The auditorium is gradually filling up, and all the freshmen and teachers have arrived.

There were a lot of people at the door. Several people were dressed formally and took their seats with the support of others.

Thinking about it, they should all be professors and principals.

After taking their seats, the two hosts took the stage.

Speaking is an extremely long and boring process.

The students below were drowsy, but every time the leader finished speaking a point, thunderous applause broke out below.

Song Yitang was also infected by the people around him and couldn't help but yawn.

It was the new leader's turn to speak on stage again, and everyone's applause gradually weakened.

Sun Sui asked: "Class will officially start tomorrow. Where should we go to play when it ends?"

Ding Lixiang refused, saying: "I won't go. If this continues, my living expenses will be almost spent."

"Do you know where there is a tailor shop?"

Song Yitang was in the space last night and simply drew a few samples, thinking that she would send the clothes to be made today.

When Sun Sui heard that Song Yitang was going out, her sleepy eyes lit up.

"I know there is a company that makes good clothes. Their styles are more beautiful than the ones you buy. They can be customized directly!"

Song Yitang nodded.

The three of them were chatting happily when applause rang out again. The three of them applauded perfunctorily and continued talking.

Song Yitang glanced at the person helping the old professor to step down.

Her pupils shrank and she stared at that person closely.

Zhang Ting's husband Zhao Hongjun, why is he here?

Song Yitang touched Sun Sui and motioned for her to look at him: "Xiao Sui, do you know the origin of that old professor?"

Sun Sui looked over and said, "He is my grandfather's friend and a member of the Gu family."

"Grandpa Gu will retire next year. He used to teach us accounting."

Sun Sui thought Song Yitang was very interested in Grandpa Gu and told a lot of things about him.

Next came the performance by the cultural troupe, which drove everyone away from drowsiness.

But Song Yitang's attention was entirely on Zhao Hongjun.

She didn't expect to meet him so soon.

It's just that Song Yitang hasn't made any plans yet. It's really difficult for her to get revenge on her own.

Seeing Zhao Hongjun's flattering face, Song Yitang felt disgusted and clenched her fists unconsciously.

Sun Sui, who noticed Song Yitang's abnormality, glanced at her clenched fists.

She lowered her voice and asked, "Do you know that person?"

Song Yitang regained consciousness and let go of his hand. The fierceness in his eyes disappeared and returned to normal.

She smiled and said, "No, I just think he's ugly to me."

Faced with such a perfunctory excuse, knowing that she didn't want to say anything, Sun Sui simply smiled and said nothing, and stopped asking further questions.

There was a sophomore poem recitation next. Song Yitang looked back and looked at the people on the stage.

Suddenly, Zhao Hongjun, who had been standing next to Professor Gu, bent down and smiled, said a few words to the old man and hurried out.

Seeing this, Song Yitang casually found an excuse to leave.

She followed Zhao Hongjun.

Originally, I just wanted to see if Zhao Hongjun had left, but I didn't expect Zhang Ting to come too.

Zhang Ting's face looked ugly, as if she was in trouble.

The two of them talked openly and openly at the door of the auditorium without any scruples. It looked like it was a very serious matter.

"Something happened. The child disappeared again. He suddenly left in the middle of the night last night. Now the family is blocking the door of our house and making trouble."

"Brother Jun, what should we do?"

When Zhao Hongjun heard the news, his expression was solemn and he was thinking about something.

"Damn it, why are you making such a fuss? What's the use of being anxious now!" "Does the Gu family know about this?"

Zhang Ting nodded, "I understand. Gu Shenghai asked you to rush back after you finish accompanying the old man."

Zhao Hongjun clicked his tongue displeased and said very irritably, "Go get the money and deal with this person. If this matter gets too big, we won't be able to get over it!"

"Gu Dayong, the one who was stabbed a thousand times, was born with a low life, and even gave birth to a son with a disability. He deserves retribution."

Thinking that he would be scolded later, Zhao Hongjun wanted to take a knife and kill Gu Dayong first.

He was originally a salesman, but he accidentally saved Gu Shenghai's life before he could follow up on the Gu family's business. He then worked with Gu Shenghai for several years before he got to where he is now.

He didn't expect that he would be bullied by Gu Shenghai. Gu Dayong, the direct leader of the Gu family, would always sneer at him every time he saw him. He openly and secretly belittled his cousin as a useless person and the dog he raised was useless.

Damn you, you actually call yourself a dog!

This time, he found someone to do the experiment on his son's behalf, and it was done in secret.

Now that the experiment failed, Gu Dayong must still be angry. If he knew that someone was making trouble again, it would discredit the Gu family, and he would definitely not be able to live with it.

The more Zhao Hongjun thought about it, the more anxious he became, and cold sweat broke out.

"Get some money and send that family away quickly. It must be dealt with!"

Zhang Ting nodded quickly, "Then I'll go back first."

"Hurry up, keep grinding all day long."

Song Yitang had been hiding at the door of the auditorium, and all the conversations between the two fell into her ears.

Zhao Hongjun was afraid of neglecting the old man, so he returned to the auditorium after speaking and bumped into Song Yitang head-on.

A flash of panic flashed in Song Yitang's eyes, and then she pretended to go out, but was frightened.

"It scared me to death..." She raised her hand and moved it to her chest, pretending to be frightened.

Zhao Hongjun looked at her warily and saw that she was not pretending. He walked around her without saying anything and walked towards the leadership table.

Song Yitang walked out of the auditorium and breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhao Hongjun paused, feeling that the girl just now seemed familiar.

But I can't remember where I saw it.

The freshman meeting has come to an end, and Song Yitang quickly returned to his seat.

After the host finished his concluding remarks, everyone began to leave in an orderly manner, with the school leaders leaving first.

After going to the cafeteria for lunch, Song Yitang carried her things and left the school with Sun Sui, heading to the tailor shop.

The two of them were walking on the street, and on both sides were vendors selling small items on poles.

There are many alleys in the imperial capital. Sun Sui took Song Yitang around several alleys before finding a store.

"Miss Sun, long time no see." The person who greeted them was a young girl.

"This is the granddaughter of the proprietress, He Rong. Their ancestors have been making clothes. In the past, our ancestors were embroiderers in the palace. Later, Grandma He started making cheongsams."

No wonder, as soon as you enter the store, there are cheongsams of various styles and colors hanging on both sides of the store.

With the advancement of the times, there are more than twenty styles of cheongsam alone.

However, there are not many pieces of clothing that are popular nowadays.

"My grandma has not come back from her summer vacation in her hometown in the countryside, so if you have anything, you can let me convey it."

He Rong has a round face, almond-shaped eyes, and long, glossy black hair tied behind her head. She wears an apricot-colored cheongsam with a small shawl, and looks very elegant.

"My friend wants to come here to customize clothes. I heard before that you can customize clothes."

He Rong was so happy when she heard that it was custom-made.

"Okay, you can tell me your general requirements, and then I will draw it for you. If you like the style, we will choose the fabric and start customizing it!"

Song Yitang took out his drawings.

"I have painted this, can you take a look at it?"

He Rong took the drawings excitedly, and became even more excited after seeing the styles on the drawings.

(End of this chapter)