Muyang's internship is scheduled to report to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs on March 2nd, and there are only two days left. Muyang plans to buy a car for himself first, so that he can travel more conveniently.

  Considering Mu Yang's current situation, it is not suitable for him to buy a very good car. He had already made up his mind earlier that he would spend around 200,000 yuan and absolutely not exceed the limit.

  Went to the public 4S shop, directly took a Tiguan, manual and automatic are integrated, this point is extremely important in Beijing, otherwise driving will make you vomit blood, after going home your hands and feet will cramp.

  The Ministry of Foreign Affairs building, viewed from the front, is a gigantic accordion-like structure, with rows of shining windows on the "bellows", dense and orderly, full of mystery, while the main entrance is located on the side.

  Muyang wasn't the first time he came here, when he was a child, his mother brought him to visit many exhibition halls, where there were many exquisite gifts donated by various countries, displayed behind glass cabinets.

  Mother held onto Mu Yang's tender shoulder and told him about the origins, history, and stories behind each of these gifts.

  In this building, a diplomatic melody of communication between a country and the whole world is played every day, sometimes tense and exciting, sometimes shocking and moving, sometimes bright and beautiful, and sometimes as gentle and pleasant as a babbling brook.

  Later, he also came here to find his uncle, but never saw his mother's figure again.

  Muyang adjusted his mood and walked towards the gate. He came here for the first time today, and didn't drive because he didn't have a pass.

  "Comrade, what business do you have?" The armed police at the door stopped Mu Yang and asked.

  "I'm here for an internship report, this year's intern." Mu Yang handed over his own internship materials to the armed police for inspection.

  The armed police officer said to Muyang after verifying the phone call, "Please report to the service center, 4th floor of the building, turn left."

  "Thank you." Muyang put away his internship materials and walked through the gate.

  Unlike previous visits here, Mu Yang came with a different mood. In the past, it was to visit and find people, but this time, his own life and career starting point will set sail from here.

  The service center of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs is responsible for a wide range of tasks. Many students come to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs for internships every year, and they are all managed by the Service Center.

  The report was simple, submitting his own internship materials and verifying his identity. After that, Muyang finally knew the specific department he would be interning in, which was the Secretariat of the Asian Department.

  "You're Mu Yang, welcome to the Asian Affairs Department for your internship. By the way, fill out these few forms first, I'll have someone file them away, and then I'll take you to meet the colleagues." The head of the secretariat was thirty-five or thirty-six years old, which wasn't unusual in the Foreign Ministry, where staff were generally young and promotions came quickly.

  "Thank you, Director Liu." Muyang began filling out the form seriously.

  Director Liu is called Liu Rensheng. He is currently a deputy director-level official and one of the three deputy directors of the Secretariat of the Asian Department, also considered to be among the young and promising ones.

  According to statistics, most of the deputy-level cadres in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs are concentrated between 35 and 40 years old. This age group is just at the prime of life, full of energy and drive. When they have the opportunity to work in an embassy abroad, these people may be directly promoted to become counselors of the embassy, or even ambassadors to some small countries.

  Of course, more ambassadors are still from the grassroots level, especially those who have been working in foreign embassies and consulates as attaches, secretaries, counselors, and consuls. After all, they have many years of experience in diplomatic work, with richer experiences and more delicate handling of affairs.

  The file in Mu Yang's hand was similar to a student's file, mainly to better understand each person's situation. It wasn't difficult to fill out, but when it came to the foreign language section, Mu Yang hesitated for a moment, wondering whether he should write down all six foreign languages he understood.

  Muyang now understands English, Japanese, German, French, Hindi and Malay, but he only has a certificate for Japanese and English, the others have not had time to take the exam yet.

  But in the end, Muyang filled them all out anyway. He wasn't ignorant of these things himself, and although he didn't have any certificates, he was genuinely skilled in this area. This wasn't something to be afraid of being tested on - getting certified was just a matter of time. Moreover, some languages didn't even have certification exams in China, such as Malay for example.

  If someone suspects, why not come and take the exam? There's no need to hide, learning these foreign languages is precisely for gaining an advantage in the Foreign Ministry exams.

  All written, must be written.

  Director Liu didn't wait here, but went inside and chatted with others. His voice wasn't loud, but Muyang's hearing was good, and through the gap in the door, he could vaguely hear some of it.

  "That must be Deputy Director Song's nephew, Deputy Director Song is quite concerned about this nephew, knowing that he was assigned to our Asian Department for internship, and even came to say hello in person." a voice said.

  "You arrived a year later than me and don't know the situation here. Actually, this young man is also the child of our Ministry of Foreign Affairs," said Director Liu.

  "Who is it? Which department?"

  "It's just us Asians."

  "Can't be, tell me, what's going on here."

  "Mu Yang's mother is Song Xiu Xiu."

  "Ah, it's her after all." The person's voice suddenly rose and then quickly fell.

  "Now that you mention it, I remember that there's a photo of Song Xiu-xiu in our honor room. How could I have forgotten about this? Yeah, she's the younger sister of Deputy Director Song, and now they're a match made in heaven."

  "I had just started working at that time and had only met Sister Song a few times. Sister Song was really nice, later she went to Pakistan, originally it was a simple diplomatic task, but then...". At this point, Director Liu suddenly stopped and glanced towards the door, not continuing to speak.

  Muyang knew that the two people in the house were talking about him, but he didn't think much of it. However, when he heard them discussing his mother, he was taken aback for a moment before letting it go.

  However, Moye vaguely heard Director Liu say that what was originally a simple matter later became complicated, and then the conversation stopped. Moye felt puzzled in his heart - with his mother's death in a car accident, what was there to avoid talking about?

  Forget it, let's get the files in order first and don't keep Director Liu waiting.

  Muyang finished quickly. Before long, Director Liu and another man in his thirties came out.

  "Xiao Mu, this is our Deputy Director Zhang of the Secretariat. The other Deputy Director Ma has gone out today and I will introduce you to him when he returns," said Director Liu.

  Zhang Chu Zhang stretched out his hand, and Mu Yang hastily shook it politely. This couldn't be rude.

  "Let me take a look at your file," said Director Liu, picking up the file that Mu Yang had placed on the desk.

  When he saw the foreign language column, Director Liu was taken aback, looked up at Mu Yang, then looked at the content filled in the file to confirm, and asked, "Mu Yang, you understand six foreign languages?"

  "Yes." Murong said with certainty.