Chapter 644: In the end, a weak nation has no diplomacy

"In the end, a weak nation has no diplomacy."

"And we in Huaxia have the capital of strength; we have the most solid fortress, which is our military."

"We have the most hardworking research personnel, constantly creating."

"We have the strongest Leaders, heart and soul for the country."

"Comrades, students, Huaxia must stand tall."

"Do not tarnish the prestige of our Huaxia."

With every sound and every sentence, An Yinan was like an engraver, carving these words, one by one, into the hearts of everyone present.

Those attending the class would never forget that spirited woman.

She had told them.

A weak nation has no diplomacy.

But,

Their Huaxia,

Can always stand tall,

And must never tarnish the name of Huaxia.

"Ministry of Foreign Affairs, report." Just then.

An Yinan suddenly issued an order.

An Xiangbei stood up instinctively, "Present."

Others stood up one after another, the scattered "present"s echoing continuously.

An Yinan smiled, then said sternly, "Ministry of Foreign Affairs, report."

"Present!" This time, it was uniform and synchronized.

"I hope you have a bright future, I hope you fight for every inch, I hope you all have backbone, and I hope you... do not make me come looking for you."

When she said the last hope, her eyes were narrowed, and the chill within them was felt thoroughly by everyone.

"This is my attitude."

"This will also be the attitude of Huaxia."

"From now on, this is also your attitude."

She scanned the room, and everyone felt as if they were being watched.

"Class dismissed."

Those two plain words ended a thrilling lesson.

This was only the first class, yet it had already left a fresh memory for these new-generation people.

"Teacher, what... should we do about this?" Wang Dazhi heard the recount from over there and understood even more; as the teacher had said, Comrade An was a diplomat, she was born to be a diplomat, regardless of her methods or her attitude.

Wang Yunzhi acted as if he hadn't heard, silently repeating the recounted words.

"A weak nation has no diplomacy."

"Huaxia stands tall."

"Stand up."

As he thought, he unconsciously hummed the national anthem; the memories of their older generation were so deeply engraved.

To stand tall, their generations had struggled with their lives.

Whether in body or spirit, they had stumbled forward step by step.

Now, a young person was telling the world.

Huaxia has stood up.

The era of standing tall and practicing hard-line diplomacy was coming.

In an instant, his eyes were brimming with hot tears.

The era Wang Yunzhi had been waiting for was coming.

But, he was old.

"Teacher." Wang Dazhi called out softly.

Wang Yunzhi waved his hand, his eyes firm and clear, "Anything, if there's a problem, come to me."

An explanation?

Hah!

Whoever dared to demand one, he dared to talk to them, to see exactly who was giving whom an explanation.

An Yinan walked in her heels as if nothing had happened; when she left, she didn't even look at the person who had been kneeling for the entire class at the back.

Knowing An Yinan had left, there was a long silence in the classroom.

"Are you all dead? Don't you know to come and help me up?" Only after confirming the sound of the high heels had faded did this person dare to roar angrily.

He was afraid.

Back in the South Monkey days, An Yinan's temper was tough, but it was mostly expressed through her words.

Who knew she would actually resort to violence?

Moreover, when she was doing it, he had looked into her eyes—those eyes that looked like they were staring at a dead man—and he would never dare to forget them.

An Xiangbei left.

Many people left.

Those from the same faction as that man silently helped him up and sent him to the hospital.

The Ministry of Foreign Affairs was in chaos, but what did that have to do with An Yinan?

"My ancestor, you have time to go to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, but no time to go to the Military Region General Hospital for your internship?" Professor Feng called over; the Military Region General Hospital side was pestering him until he was annoyed.

In the past, for the sake of this position, he had begged everyone he could, just wanting Traditional Chinese Medicine to be carried forward and flourish.

But what about now?

The Military District Hospital calls him every single day, and he really can't hold out much longer.

And so... news of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs matter spread like wildfire, and only then did he learn that An Yinan had returned, which is why he hurriedly called.

"Professor Feng, why don't you talk to Minister Wang? If you two reach an agreement, I can go for an internship at any time." An Yinan rubbed her nose; she hadn't rested enough yet.

The two little milk-babies at home were just too cute day by day, making her a bit reluctant to go out.

"I..."

Professor Feng fell silent on the other end; asking him to snatch someone away from his older brother—wouldn't he get his legs broken for that? Plus, those two fellows would surely gloat over his misfortune.

"Anyway, you keep an eye on the time, otherwise I'll just have Dean Han contact you directly." Professor Feng changed the subject, finished his last sentence, and immediately hung up the phone.

An Yinan listened to the busy signal on the phone, speechless for a moment.

He doesn't dare to speak up himself, yet he comes to complain to me instead; Professor Feng, you really are something.

"Whose call was that?" Liu Xicai walked downstairs, just in time to see Nan Nan hanging up the phone and complaining.

She looked at her with amusement; over these years, she seemed not to have changed at all, occasionally imposing and soaring, occasionally carrying a bit of charming, naive childishness.

But no matter what she was like, she had always been An Yinan.

"Professor Feng, wanting me to go to the Military Region General Hospital for an internship." An Yinan spread her hands, looking helpless.

Liu Xicai smiled, "He's probably being pressured too hard; how long have you been dragging out this internship?"

An Yinan had no choice either; time was so tight, and she didn't want to do anything right now.

"I really want to retire!"

She muttered unconsciously; when would the days of having a husband, children, and a warm bed finally arrive?

The exclamation made everyone laugh.

The next day, when she went to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to teach again, the male Comrade she had dealt with yesterday was gone; the surroundings were quiet, no one was gossiping, and no one was looking for trouble.

As for how Wang Yunzhi wrapped things up, she had no interest, nor did she want to know.

"Second lesson."

The same four large characters were above; the students below discovered that this Comrade An really disliked writing on the blackboard—yesterday, besides those four characters, there were only two words, "Attitude," and an exclamation mark.

Today, below the four large characters, there were only two words.

"Technique"

Even the punctuation mark had been omitted.

Technique, involving negotiation techniques, involving data organization, involving some techniques of open and hidden conspiracies, and also...

Some things done in the shadows, things that would absolutely never appear in their textbooks.

"These things... if you hadn't taken this class, I believe that in your entire lives, no one would ever tell you about them."

"Including your teachers, including your seniors, including your parents."

"Because this belongs to Dark Diplomacy."