Lin Xiaoxiao smiled. This was a country in dire need of rebuilding.

Even if it has taken a wrong turn now, it will soon embark on a path of rapid development, carrying the hopes of the people and standing proudly on the world stage.

The car drove for more than an hour, passing through many places that Lin Xiaoxiao was familiar with, until finally, it stopped in front of a two-story building.

"Where is this?" Lin Xiaoxiao asked.

The small building was inconspicuous and had no signs.

Han Xiu pushed open the door. "Please come in, Comrade Lin Xiaoxiao."

Lin Xiaoxiao glanced at him, wondering what he was up to, but since she was already there, she couldn't let the trip go to waste.

The scene inside the door surprised her.

It looks like an ordinary residence on the outside, but the interior is decorated like an office.

Only a few men and women were walking around, muttering to themselves. They were all very ordinary-looking, the kind of people who would not stand out in a crowd.

Han Xiu led her straight upstairs and knocked on a door.

A short while later, a voice came from inside, "Come in."

Pushing open the door, what comes into view is a standardized office, with a desk, chairs, enamel mugs, a portrait of Chairman Mao on the wall, and the indispensable quotations and red books.

It has unique characteristics of the times.

Sitting in the office was a man in his fifties, with a typical square face, his stubble seemingly unshaven, exuding a casual air. His face lacked any refined features, yet possessed a calm and steadfast quality, like the earth itself.

He was neither as sharp and outspoken as Han Xiu, nor as reserved as Chu Wuyan; he exuded an air of calm and indifference.

"Chief, I've brought the person to you." Han Xiu saluted the man.

Director Fan slammed his hand on the table, stood up, and laughed loudly twice, "You've finally arrived! I've been waiting forever!"

Lin Xiaoxiao: "......"

Has she come to the National Security Bureau's headquarters?