Chapter 643: This Is My Attitude

An Yinan was wearing a black professional suit today, her hair casually coiled at the back of her head, and her face lightly made up, which gave her features a sharp, angular look; she carried a briefcase in her hand and wore a serious expression.

"Comrade An." Wang Yunzhi was already waiting inside, and upon seeing An Yinan, he reached out his hand.

An Yinan shook it lightly, "Hello, Minister Wang."

Since parting ways at Beijing University, this was their first meeting in over two years.

"Let me introduce everyone to the comrade beside me, her name is An Yinan."

"She will be conducting three training sessions for everyone."

"I hope you will be able to learn something real."

After Wang Yunzhi finished speaking, he yielded the podium to An Yinan, then left the classroom directly, fearing he might affect her performance.

For a moment, everyone whispered among themselves, looking at this woman whose age was not much different from their own.

Her?

What could she possibly teach us!

"Teacher, will Comrade An be alright on her own?"

Wang Dazhi was a bit worried; he looked at the situation inside through the glass and then asked Wang Yunzhi.

Wang Yunzhi looked at his eldest student, then smiled and shook his head, "You should be asking the people inside how many of An Yinan's punches they can withstand."

Afterward, humming a little tune, he walked back to his office.

Along the way, everyone who saw Wang Yunzhi felt that the sun must have risen from the west today; don't ask why, didn't they see that Minister Wang had gone mad?

"Minister Wang has just made the introduction, so I won't introduce myself; we will now begin the first lesson."

An Yinan wrote the title of the first lesson on the blackboard in four large characters.

Afterward, she wrote two characters below those four large characters.

Attitude!

Yes, attitude; the fundamental basis of all diplomacy is the attitude of the country.

The attitude of one's own country, as well as the attitude of the foreign country.

Based on the given attitude, several different plans are formed, from best to worst; when the bottom line is touched, that means there is no room for negotiation.

"Wait!"

Just as she finished writing the word "attitude," a slacker-like voice interrupted her next words directly.

"What gives you the right to make us listen to your lecture?"

The man was smiling, his face full of mockery, looking at An Yinan's appearance and figure—not to mention, she had quite a charm.

An Xiangbei had been sitting in the front row; he didn't want to miss a single thing his sister was teaching.

Alas!

Just as he was about to stand up, a palm rested on his shoulder, and no matter how much strength he used, he couldn't stand up.

Just as An Xiangbei was about to look up, he felt a burst of laughter beside him.

That low laugh seemed to come out bit by bit from a throat, then grew louder and louder.

"What gives me the right?"

She raised an eyebrow; her posture no longer looked like an old pedant, but rather like a seductress, a seductress who makes people commit mistakes.

Her high heels made a clack-clack-clack sound on the floor with every step, echoing with each movement.

When she walked in front of the person who had spoken, the people around them leaned back due to the aura she exuded.

Only that man remained with his slacker-like expression, looking completely indifferent.

Just at this moment, An Yinan smiled—that's right, the corners of her mouth lifted slightly, and then her foot, wearing a high heel, suddenly exerted force, kicking the chair the man was sitting on until it shattered...

It shattered...

The person who had been acting like a slacker and showing no fear suddenly fell straight down, landing on the floor in a sitting position.

"An Yinan! This is the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, not your university!"

Hearing the uproarious laughter around him, his face turned completely black; he forgot his disguise, his eyes narrowing like a venomous snake.

This person...

He had been to the negotiations with the Southern Monkeys; this was the young man who had raised objections.

Who would have thought...

Minister Wang's progress was a bit slow; this person was still here.

An Yinan flexed her wrists, but...

That heel stepped directly onto the man's instep; even though the man was wearing leather shoes, when that square little heel pressed down hard on his foot, he felt as if his foot bones were about to shatter.

"You stinking bitch! You're courting death."

Endure! Beyond endurance!

When he fell just now, he had already suppressed his temper so as not to let Minister Wang find fault; their family's situation was not good right now, and he had to secure his position, otherwise all previous planning would fall short of success.

A fist swung down just like that.

"Teacher An."

"Comrade An."

"Sister."

Those who knew her were exclaiming in shock, while those who didn't covered their mouths in unison, preventing themselves from crying out.

But...

An Yinan's hand reached out, directly wrapping around the incoming fist, then she pulled slightly forward and yanked to the side.

That man was directly flipped over.

An Yinan kicked him in the back of the knee, and with a smack, the man knelt on the ground.

At this moment, the floor was covered in the wreckage of the chair, and his legs were forced to kneel directly onto the wood shavings; some of the wood splinters were hard and sharp, and through his dark suit trousers, it was impossible to tell if they were stained with a bright red color.

"I said before, I don't like using my brain." An Yinan let go of her hand and patted it lightly; her smile at this moment was like a demon that had just walked out of hell, her eyes and brows full of smiles, yet devoid of any warmth.

"Perhaps no one told you, I..."

"Prefer to use my hands."

"Are you being good now?"

When everyone heard that question, a chill rose up the backs of all present, and even An Xiangbei felt his nerves tighten a few notches.

The man was flushed red from the pain, his eyes wide open, not daring to move; as soon as he moved, that wave of pain made him wish he could just pass out.

But...

The woman in professional attire walked up to the podium, step by step.

"Attitude!"

"This is my, An Yinan's, attitude; I can even say, this is also the attitude of my Huaxia."

"Cringing and bowing, muddling along, internal friction and infighting."

"Heh~"

"If you ask me, stop embarrassing yourselves at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs; after all, my Huaxia cannot afford to lose face like this."

Her voice was resonant and forceful, carrying an unquestionable tone, along with that cold laugh; every move she made seemed to strike hammer blow after hammer blow into the hearts of everyone listening to the lecture.

She used none of her titles, and she mentioned none of her battle records.

Yet she would always be An Yinan.

In the classroom, no one took the lead to stir up trouble, and no one dared to speak again.

Those who used to whisper are now as well-behaved as cats, diligently taking notes and listening to the lecture properly, all for fear that An Yinan might get unhappy and directly call on them for a live question, and if they couldn't answer...

The brother in the back was still kneeling!

That's right, that man had been kneeling the whole time; no one dared to move him, and he himself was in too much pain to move.

Everything seemed to have come to a standstill, with only the woman on the podium talking and laughing with ease; every expression and every gesture left an unforgettable attitude in the hearts of these people.