My whole family is involved in diplomacy, so you dare to flex your muscles?

As Gu Yun stepped onto the stage, the atmosphere in the entire studio seemed to change.

All eyes were on him, eager to see how he would retaliate against what could only be described as "shameless" cultural plunder.

In the live stream room in China, netizens were on the edge of their seats, the chat was temporarily silent, and everyone was waiting for Gu Yun's thunderous strike.

Park Dae-chang stood on the other side of the stage, arms crossed, a cold smile on his face.

He wanted to see what tricks this guy, who only knew how to intimidate people with his imposing manner, could pull when it came to "academics."

In his view, Gu Yun's empty-handed appearance on stage was a sign of his guilty conscience.

Gu Yun did not walk to the podium, but instead walked to the center of the stage, facing Park Dae-chang.

He did not, as anyone expected, begin with an angry rebuttal or cite evidence.

He simply looked at Park Dae-chang with an inscrutable smile on his face and calmly asked, "Mr. Park, your speech was excellent. It's clear that you and your team put in a lot of 'effort'."

This opening statement stunned everyone.

Praise him?

What's up with Brother Gu?

Were they confused by the other party's fallacies and heresies?

Park Dae-chang was also taken aback, then his smug look deepened.

He thought Gu Yun was about to back down, so he prepared to offer some flattery first, and then start discussing topics like "cultural sharing".

"Of course, in order to restore the truth of history, our scholars in the Republic of Korea have worked day and night, devoting countless efforts." Park Dae-chang raised his head, his face full of pride.

"Really? You've all worked so hard." Gu Yun's smile deepened, and he nodded, then suddenly changed the subject.

"I have only one small question, and I hope Mr. Park can answer it."

"Go ahead and ask," Park Dae-chang said with an expression that said, "Ask away, I'll admit defeat if you can't answer my question."

Gu Yun said unhurriedly, "Your arguments just now, whether it's the theory of the origin of Chinese characters,..."

Both the Confucius and the Chinese people's kimchi theory mention a key word—"textual research." You say you based your findings on ancient documents, right?

"That's right! Our conclusions are all based on rigorous historical analysis!" Park Dae-chang replied immediately, as if afraid others wouldn't know how "rigorous" he was.

"Very good." Gu Yun snapped his fingers.

"If that's the case, then things are much easier."

He turned around and said to the backstage area, "Director, could you do me a favor and put a picture on the screen? I've already sent it to your staff."

Backstage, director Frank paused for a moment, then yelled at the technicians beside him, "Quick! Do as he says! Switch that image to the big screen!"

He now unconditionally complies with all of Gu Yun's requests.

He had a feeling that a good show was about to begin.

The next second, the image flashed on the giant screen at the back of the stage.

A high-resolution image appeared before everyone.

It was a scanned copy of an ancient book, the paper yellowed and covered with dense writing.

The characters were square and neat, and every Chinese person present could recognize them.

Those are Chinese characters.

It is an elegant traditional Chinese character, full of historical weight.

What is this? An ancient book? It looks very old.

What is Brother Gu going to do? Is he going to use our ancient books to refute us?

I recognize the characters in this book! They're traditional Chinese characters! They're written so beautifully!

I suspect Brother Gu intends to use the records in this book to prove that those things belong to us.

But wouldn't such a debate be too time-consuming? And the other side would definitely deny it, saying our history books are forged.

Just as the audience was discussing this, Gu Yun spoke up.

He pointed to the ancient book on the screen and smiled at Park Dae-chang, saying, "Mr. Park, you are very knowledgeable; you must recognize this book, right?"

Park Dae-chang squinted at it for a while; of course, he didn't recognize it.

He had absolutely no knowledge of ancient Chinese books.

But he couldn't show his ignorance, so he could only vaguely say, "There are countless ancient books in China, how could I possibly recognize every single one?"

"No, no, no." Gu Yun shook his finger, his smile turning somewhat amused. "Mr. Park, you've misunderstood. This book is not an ancient Chinese text."

"This book is a national treasure of your country, the Samguk Sagi, written in the 12th century and recording the history of the Three Kingdoms period of your Korea."

The Records of the Three Kingdoms!

The moment those four words were uttered, Park Dae-chang's expression changed instantly!

He never expected that what Gu Yun released would be their own country's history book!

"How is it, Mr. Park? Doesn't it feel especially familiar to see your own country's national treasure?" Gu Yun asked with a smile.

Park Dae-chang's forehead began to sweat, but he forced himself to remain calm and said, "So what if it is? What are you trying to prove with our own history books?"

"I don't want to prove anything." Gu Yun shrugged, looking completely innocent. "I just have a small, albeit unreasonable, request."

He took a step forward, approaching Park Dae-chang, and then said in a very sincere, even somewhat admiring tone:

"Mr. Park, you just said that Chinese characters were invented by you Koreans, Confucius was from your Korean country, and all our culture originated from you."

This shows that you have a profound understanding of our shared cultural origins that surpasses that of ordinary people.

"So, in order for us dull-witted younger generations to also appreciate the profoundness of your culture, could you please, in front of a global audience,..."

"This national treasure document before you, written in the Chinese characters invented by your kimchi-producing country, records the glorious deeds of your ancestors..."

Gu Yun suddenly slowed down his speech, looked into Park Dae-chang's eyes, and the corners of his mouth widened.

"...Could you read it aloud and translate it for us?"

"Just read the first line."

Upon hearing this, the entire room fell silent.

Everyone is stupid.

This request... is absolutely killer!

This is a trap that seems reasonable but is actually extremely vicious!

It is known worldwide that modern South Korea abolished Chinese character education long ago in order to "de-Sinicize" itself.

Nowadays, many young people in South Korea can't even read ancient books, let alone recognize the Chinese characters for their own names on their ID cards.

Although Park Dae-chang claims to be a "young scholar," he is nothing more than an internet celebrity who gains attention by inciting nationalist sentiments.

How could he possibly understand classical Chinese texts that are entirely written in Chinese characters?

Park Dae-chang's face drained of all color in an instant.

He stared blankly at the familiar yet unfamiliar square characters on the screen, feeling as if each one was mocking him.

He opened his mouth, but it felt like his throat was stuffed with cotton, and he couldn't utter a single sound.

My mind is blank.