Pampered by the Toughest Man After Divorce
Chapter 551 - 553: Brainwashing_1

Chapter 551: Chapter 553: Brainwashing_1

"It’s just so-so. There’s a war going on up north, isn’t there? The demand is high. We’re forging swords day and night non-stop, and the profit isn’t much either. As the governor just mentioned, taken from the people and used by the people, we’re practically selling at almost cost price. With the national crisis looming, it’s not really something you can complain about, right?"

The swordsmith went on: "Young lady, you’re still young and must think the governor came today just for the sake of caring about us, the merchants. You’re wrong. His personal presence at the meeting is to size up our bottom line, to see what can be used and what can’t."

Nan Feng retorted: "I run a rouge business, I don’t think I could be of any use, right?"

"That’s not certain. Anyway, in the end, they will definitely persuade you to donate money."

After the swordsmith finished, the owner from the Medical Hall next door also came over to join the fun: "That’s right. This is really unpredictable. Look at our Medical Hall for example, who knows how much free medical supplies we’ve already provided. Ah, it’s a tough topic. On the one hand, we’re backed by the government to grow & strengthen our business. But half of it is still being plundered."

Nan Feng thought to herself, no wonder big brother Ye warned her to keep her distance from the governor.

Nan Feng went on: "But if the governor wants us to donate money, he should encourage us to go back and work hard. Why is he making us learn instead?"

The swordsmith replied: "You don’t understand this. This is brainwashing, making you willingly donate, so that when you do donate, you feel like you’re doing your part for the country."

"..."

The three people were endlessly chattering, until Wan Hui came over to remind them:

"You three, why aren’t you writing?" governor Wan asked.

"Report, president, I don’t know how to write," Nan Feng said.

"Ah, we deal with the battlefield, you ask me to recite a war mobilization order, that I can do. As for reciting something concerning higher education, I can’t. Nevermind, nevermind," said the swordsmith.

"My old man asked me to memorize herbs yesterday, and I did. But this university stuff, I just can’t do it. Speaking of which, president, if we can’t recite it, do we have to pay a penalty?" the owner of the Medical Hall asked: "Fine, just penalize me with money, because I can’t remember this."

"Penalty? You wish. This matter today can’t be solved by a mere fine. If you don’t know how to write, you have to come here to learn every day. The governor has already arranged a teacher to come and teach you tomorrow!" Wan Hui said.

The faces of both the swordsmith and the owner of the Medical Hall turned ashen: "Coming here for an hour every day, what about our businesses?"

"The governor said, earning money is secondary. The key is that you need to learn what you should learn!" After saying this, Wan Hui began to collect their papers one by one, all the while saying: "You, must come tomorrow... And you too... Yes, you as well..."

After collecting everyone’s papers, Wan Hui emphasized once more: "In today’s small test, only three people managed to write from memory. Everyone else couldn’t. So I’ll say this again, everyone who couldn’t write from memory must come to class tomorrow. Now, I’m dividing you into three classes."

Dividing into classes too? Nan Feng sighed in frustration.

Wan Hui first picked out a few papers: "These individuals managed to write half from memory, which means you’ve already gained some awareness. But your awareness isn’t quite there yet, so I’m putting you in Class A."