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Chapter 166: She was happy and confident.
Anmin looked down at her blue dress, which Liang Yi had bought for her when they went to the department store last time.

Although the material isn't as good as the polyester Liu Yan wears, it's cotton, soft and comfortable against the skin.

She really likes this fabric.

Besides, if we're really talking about the best materials, she has a whole bunch in her space.

They come from abroad, from China, from Suzhou master craftsmen, from the Jiangnan Weaving Bureau, and even from kesi (silk tapestry), Shu brocade, and other hand-woven products.

Anmin didn't take those things out because they were too conspicuous and she didn't want to attract too much attention.

"Appropriateness is not about the newness or age of clothes, nor about the fabric of the clothes."

An Min raised her head, her eyes clear: "The most important thing is to be able to speak clearly and not embarrass the country."

Liu Yan was taken aback, then turned her head away dejectedly and fiddled with the brooch in front of the mirror.

She felt that Anmin's words were an attempt to justify herself.

Let her say whatever she wants; anyway, she can't afford these clothes.

Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating her in a dazzling light on her polyester shirt, but the harshness in her eyes was impossible to conceal.

At 2:30 p.m., the guesthouse's conference room was already full of people.

The senior experts at the research institute, dressed in Zhongshan suits with pens clipped to their chests, were discussing something in hushed tones.

Anmin found a seat at the back and sat down, clutching the document tightly in her hand.

Suddenly someone patted her on the shoulder; it was the department head.

"Anmin, don't be shy. When Ivanov arrives, you can sit in the interpreter's seat next to the head of the table."

An Min's heart tightened; the department head had actually entrusted her with such an important task.

She was about to decline, but was afraid of making a mistake and losing face.

Then a group of people escorted several blond-haired, blue-eyed foreigners as they walked in.

The leader was a tall man with gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose and a hearty smile; it was Ivanov.

"Hello, comrades!"

As expected, Ivanov spoke with a heavy accent.

"I am Ivanov, and I am very happy to be here."

The department head quickly went up to shake hands, then waved to An Min: "An Min, let me introduce myself."

Anmin took a deep breath, stepped forward, and greeted him in fluent Russian: "Hello, Ivanov, I am Anmin from the translation station, and I am in charge of the translation work for this session."

Ivanov's eyes lit up, and he grasped her hand: "Your Russian is so fluent, even better than some of the young people I met in Moscow."

An Min's cheeks flushed slightly. Just as she was about to thank her, Liu Yan squeezed forward and said with a charming smile, "Hello, expert. I'm also from the translation station. My name is Liu Yan."

She spoke Russian, but with obvious stiffness, and even mispronounced some words.

Ivanov nodded politely, then looked back at Anmin: "Comrade Anmin, I've heard you have many interesting research findings here? I'd love to hear about them."

The reception officially began, and Anmin sat in the interpreter's seat, listening intently.

Ivanov's accent was indeed heavy, and some words sounded like they were being mumbled, but Anmin always managed to capture the meaning accurately and translate them fluently.

When it was the turn of the senior experts from the research institute to introduce their achievements, there was a particularly obscure technical term that An Min didn't immediately recognize.

Liu Yan chuckled beside her, about to interrupt, but An Min suddenly remembered the mechanical principles Liang Yi had once explained to her.

She instantly found the corresponding Russian word and translated it perfectly.

The old expert gave her an approving look, and Ivanov couldn't help but applaud: "Comrade Anmin, you not only speak Russian well, but you also have professional knowledge. You are amazing."

An Min felt a warmth in her heart. She glanced at Liu Yan, only to see her face ashen, staring intently at the table. After the meeting, Ivanov approached An Min specifically: "Comrade An Min, there's a small dinner tonight. You must come. I'd like to talk to you more about your research."

The head of the department immediately smiled and said, "Of course, of course, Anmin, you must keep the experts company."

Liu Yan said sarcastically from the side, "An Min is really lucky. She has just arrived and has already gained the appreciation of experts."

Anmin ignored her and simply nodded to Ivanov: "I will be there on time."

When she returned to the translation station to get her things, Liu Yan suddenly stopped her: "Anmin, are you doing this on purpose? I was the one who came up with that term first."

An Min frowned: "Translation relies on ability, not on interrupting."

Liu Yan sneered, looking An Min up and down, and said very rudely, "Isn't your only advantage that you have that face? Who knows what you whispered with the experts?"

An Min gave her a cold look but didn't say anything more.

The department head walked in, carrying a brand-new gray suit jacket.

"Anmin, this is what the institute prepared for you. Dress appropriately for the dinner tonight."

The office director glanced at Liu Yan and said in a deep voice, "Liu Yan, your performance at the meeting today was very poor. Go back and reflect on it."

"Also, your dress is too eye-catching; it doesn't look like you're here for work at all. Change it immediately."

Liu Yan bit her lip, glared fiercely at An Min, and then turned and ran out.

Anmin held the suit jacket, her heart filled with mixed feelings.

She knew this was just the beginning, and her days at the translation station would likely not be peaceful.

But she wasn't afraid. Just like Liang Yi said, as long as you do things in a down-to-earth manner, there is no obstacle that you can't overcome.

At the dinner party that evening, An Min wore that gray suit jacket and stood tall and straight.

She and Ivanov got along very well, with her not only translating accurately but also occasionally offering her own insights.

Everyone present praised her highly, and the department head couldn't stop smiling.

At the end of the dinner, Ivanov handed her a book: "This is a book I wrote about mechanical engineering. I'm giving it to you. I hope we can keep in touch in the future."

"Comrade Anmin, you are an invaluable talent."

An Min took the book and thanked him sincerely: "Thank you, I will definitely read it carefully."

As she spoke, Anmin looked past Ivanov and at Liang Yi, who was standing not far away.

The man's eyes were full of smiles; he enjoyed seeing Anmin shine in her field.

Because she was happy and confident.

As the banquet ended, An Min held the book Ivanov had given her in her arms, but Liang Yi blocked her way just as she reached the stairwell.

He was carrying a brown paper bag, the streetlight casting a warm yellow glow on his shoulder: "Guess what I brought you?"

An Min raised an eyebrow as he pulled an enamel mug with a red peony printed on it from his bag. The mug also had the words "Labor is the most glorious" printed on it.

"The department store has just received some new styles; I know you don't like using glass cups."

"I saw it when I passed by in the afternoon, and I thought you would definitely need it for your meeting."

Her heart felt like it had been soaked by water. Just as she was about to speak, she saw Liu Yan come out in high heels. When she saw them, she paused for a moment, then swayed her hips and walked towards the door, humming an off-key tune.

"Ignore her."

"Minmin, you look absolutely stunning today."

Liang Yi bent down and whispered a compliment to her.

"When did you start saying such mushy things?"