The senior leader followed the voice and said, "This old Wen has such a loud voice, isn't he afraid of scaring the young girl?"

How could An Moxue possibly respond to that? She could only listen silently.

Five people entered one after another through the door, each with their own unique characteristics. Old Wen, the loud-voiced man, was the second one. He didn't think there was anything wrong with him at all, and even said, "There's nothing I can do about it. This is how it is in my life, and I can't change it until I die." He then laughed twice.

An Moxue saw the first person pout and say with a look of disgust, "Your voice is making my ears ring. Come to your house for dinner tonight to make it up to me. I want to drink that bottle of wine you've been saving!"

Old Wen waved his hand and said, "Eating is fine, everyone come on over!" After saying that, he glanced back at the three people behind him and then continued, "Drink something else, that bottle is out of the question."

"Alright! We'll drink next time." The first person didn't press the issue and readily agreed, showing that the two of them often did this and were familiar with each other.

The senior leader joked, "Old Zheng, you're still thinking about that bottle of wine? I think you've got no hope!"

After saying that, he introduced the person to the group, "Come, come, everyone. This is the legendary Comrade An Moxue. His father is An Muyang and his mother is Lan Dieyi. Everyone knows her."

An Moxue was utterly astonished. Her parents, whom she had never met, were so renowned and respected by so many important figures?

An Moxue stood ramrod straight, not daring to speak recklessly. She gave the group another military salute and said only, "Greetings, esteemed leaders!" Her voice was clear and crisp, carrying a touch of valor.

Several people read it and then shared their thoughts, each saying a sentence.

The first to speak was the loud-voiced CEO Wen, who said, "Oh my! I've finally met the legendary young lady! She's so beautiful and pretty! No wonder An Muyang kept her hidden away. Today I finally get to see her in person." Her cheapskate father had quite a few stories like this; he seemed to be joking around with CEO Wen.

Then came General Zheng's words: "The student surpasses the teacher, that's right."

General Lü: "He has the courage of his parents."

General Ma: "Heroes' sons and daughters are heroes too."

The last one truly surprised An Moxue. Wu Sicheng's grandfather was quite unexpected. He was tall and imposing, and did not resemble her at all. However, he spoke very kindly: "He is a role model for the younger generation."

These were all indirect compliments, and An Moxue didn't know how to respond. She just smiled, like a proud child who had received praise from an elder, her smile so wide it almost disappeared from her eyes.

Even Director Hou, who was standing to the side, was surprised. He hadn't expected that An Moxue's parents would have so much face in front of so many high-ranking leaders, which showed their merits. This was the first time he had ever heard of it.

The old man said, "Come, come, sit down, let's chat slowly."

At first glance, none of them had any airs of authority; they were all approachable and kind, like the grandfather next door.

An Moxue felt much more relaxed.

After everyone was seated, An Moxue finally sat down, but the tension in her heart only began at this moment. She did not think that just because they looked easy to talk to, they were easy to get along with. They had all come out of the hail of bullets, how could any of them be simple?

The old man said, "Xiao An! Thank you for not only completing the tasks assigned to you by the government, but also doing your best to bring back food for us from Osiri. The government will not forget what you have done."

An Moxue stood up and said, "Leader, this is what I should do. It's just that my strength is limited and my actions are inadequate."

The old man waved his hand at her and said, "Sit down and talk slowly, don't be shy."

After An Moxue sat down, he continued, "No, nothing is a given. What's done is done, and we can't take it for granted. We heard about your success in securing the oil well in Russia, which is why we wanted you to come and tell us about the situation there, as well as other countries."

An Moxue thought for a moment and said, "My success in bidding in this incident was entirely due to hitting the target of the Oseri government. This oil well incident can also be seen as a test by the Oseri government against the old-school nobles of Oseri. They are unwilling to have their government and country ruled by aristocratic families like the Little River Kingdom, forming a rigid class society, thus causing society to regress. That is not progress, but regression..."

Soon, thirty minutes had passed. An Moxue, with a smile on her face, walked out of the old man's office with a scroll in her hand. Even those who were some distance away could feel her good mood.

As An Moxue and Director Hou walked out of the office building, Director Hou kept glancing at her.

"Xiao An!"

An Moxue turned her head to look at him and asked, "Um, Director Hou, what's wrong?"

Director Hou exclaimed in genuine admiration, "I underestimated you before. Today I've truly witnessed your talent. You can speak fluently and confidently in front of so many leaders without any stage fright. That's truly remarkable!"

An Moxue glanced around discreetly, moved a little closer to Director Hou, and then asked in a low voice, "Director, did I say anything inappropriate or improper?"

Director Hou glared at her and asked, "You know what you said yourself, why are you asking me? Are you playing me?"

An Moxue looked miserable and said, "Director, don't laugh at me, I just said whatever came to mind! That's what you told me! But now, if you ask me what I said, I can't remember a single word."

Director Hou looked at her with suspicion. Considering her age and experience, it was normal for her to be afraid. He figured she had no reason to lie about this.

Director Hou said, "Don't worry! It's great! Even better than I imagined. And you're really daring! You directly asked him for his calligraphy, weren't you afraid of upsetting him?"

"That's good. I was just thinking that having his calligraphy would motivate me and keep me from slacking off! Besides, his handwriting is so good, he could just write whatever he wanted, I'm not picky. I was just thinking that if I could look at it often, and one day my handwriting was even a little bit better than his, I would be very satisfied. How could he hold a grudge against a junior like me? He's so magnanimous! You're overthinking it. This might be the only chance I'll ever have to see him in my life, I can't miss it."

"Yes, I've never seen anyone as good at finding a way to cut a hole as you. Take calligraphy, for example. Whatever he wrote was fine! But you, you even pick and choose the characters."

An Moxue looked at Director Hou with a horrified expression and asked, "Is it not allowed?"

"I've never seen it before, please forgive my limited knowledge. But you succeeded, didn't I write it for you?"

An Moxue said with a happy expression, "Yes, it's still my favorite words—'We should strive for self-improvement.'"