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

All the lights in the venue focused on Gu Yun, projecting his tall figure onto the giant screen behind him.

Countless eyes, whether on-site or in front of the screen, were fixed on him, eager to see how he would respond to that almost humiliating provocation.

[Hurry! Brother Gu! Get your words in order and get him! Let him know why the flowers are so red!]

Don't back down! Even if you can't win the argument, you can't lose in terms of momentum! Just yell at him!

[Calm down, upstairs. This is a diplomatic setting; you can't act like a shrew. I believe in Gu Yun; he'll definitely find a way.]

But he hasn't said a word yet! I'm so worried. Is he scared and his mind is blank?

[Oh no, I have a feeling he's going to start spouting all that 'seeking common ground while reserving differences' and 'win-win cooperation' stuff, and that'll be so frustrating.]

No way! I don't want to hear this! I want to see people get slapped in the face! I want something satisfying!

[Go Gu Yun! 1.4 billion people are watching you! Don't let us down!]

Just when everyone thought that Gu Yun would immediately start to refute fiercely because of nervousness or anger, he made a move that surprised everyone.

Instead of walking to the podium, he smiled slightly at the host, Mark, and asked in a calm tone, "Mr. Mark, may I ask Mr. Jack a question first?"

Mark paused for a moment, glanced in the direction of the directing team, and the director made a "casual" gesture.

This unexpected situation is exactly the kind of climax the production team hopes to see.

"Of course, Mr. Gu Yun," Mark replied immediately.

Gu Yun nodded, his gaze falling once again on Jack in the American player's seat.

Jack looked completely indifferent, even crossing his legs, with an expression that said, "Let's see what tricks you can pull."

In his view, this was nothing more than the last struggle of the weak.

"Mr. Jack," Gu Yun began, his voice not loud, but clearly carried throughout the entire studio through the microphone.

"Your speech was excellent, full of... well, the energy of youth."

This opening statement left everyone completely baffled.

Praise him?

What kind of approach is this?

Jack was also taken aback, then a more contemptuous smile appeared on his face.

He thought to himself, "What? They're backing down already? Are they planning to flatter me a bit first, and then start negotiating?"

Chinese viewers were so anxious they were about to smash their keyboards.

"Seriously? Bro? Why are you praising him? He just humiliated us like that!"

[I'm disgusted. The debate hasn't even started yet, and we're already already half-defeated. How are we supposed to compete like this?]

"The energy of youth"? Isn't that just saying he's brainless and a hothead? Why do I feel like Brother Gu is being sarcastic?

[Really? It sounds like a sincere compliment to me. Oh no, this year's representatives are too soft.]

Just as everyone was lost in their own thoughts, Gu Yun suddenly changed the subject, his smile unchanged, but a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"I just have a small question. You just mentioned chips, aircraft carriers, and modern technology, and used that to deny the value of history."

"Then, I would like to ask, in your so-called 'founding history' that your beacon nation is so proud of, "

What kind of "high technology" did your ancestors rely on to develop from a wild and desolate place of exile to its current scale in just three hundred years?

Jack's expression changed instantly upon hearing this question.

The smile on his face froze.

That's a really insidious question!

What high technology is involved in the history of the United States' rise to power?

That is a naked and bloody history of plunder!

It was an inhumane massacre of indigenous people, a heinous slave trade, and a robbery of colonial expansion!

These are things they wouldn't dare write so explicitly in their own domestic films and books; they would only use glamorous terms like "Western pioneering spirit" and "free trade" to beautify them.

Now, Gu Yun has actually brought up this question directly in front of the whole world!

Jack's mind raced; he knew he absolutely could not follow Gu Tong's line of thinking.

"Mr. Gu, I think you've misunderstood something." Jack tried to regain his composure and reclaim the conversation.

"Our ancestors relied on their fearless spirit of exploration and their yearning for freedom! This is the foundation of our strength, not what you're implying..."

"Oh? Is that so?" Gu Yun interrupted him with a smile, not giving him a chance to continue.

"Does the spirit of fearless exploration refer to the systematic hunting of Native Americans and using their scalps as bounty tokens?"

"Does your yearning for freedom mean stuffing tens of millions of Africans into ship holds like livestock, selling them as slaves to the New World, and enshrining this heinous system in your laws?"

"Or perhaps," Gu Yun's voice rose slightly, a hint of coldness creeping into her smile,

"Is the technology you're so proud of referring to the fact that your ancestors gave blankets carrying the smallpox virus as 'gifts' to the indigenous people, thus causing a plague and allowing you to conquer their land without bloodshed?"

Every word Gu Yun uttered was like a sharp knife, stabbing deeply into Jack's heart and into the faces of all the people of the United States.

He didn't use any strong words; he was simply stating some historical facts that they had deliberately forgotten or embellished. But his words were a hundred times more damaging than any insults!

Jack's face went from stiff to flushed, and now it was ashen.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

Because everything Gu Yun said was true!

It's a dark history they can't wash away!

The studio was deathly silent.

The European players, who had been so arrogant just moments before, all lowered their heads and dared not meet Gu Yun's gaze.

Because when it comes to their dark history, none of them are as clean as the United States.

After a brief silence, the live stream room in China erupted with a deafening barrage of comments.

[Awesome! Awesome! Awesome! That's fucking awesome! I feel so good! I can finally let out all that pent-up breath!]

[Without using a single dirty word, they've ripped off the face of the "beacon of democracy" and rubbed it into the ground!]

[Hahaha, look at that blondie's face, it looks like he ate shit! He was so arrogant just now!]

[This is the kind of diplomat ours truly is! Citing classical texts, presenting reasoned arguments, delivering a decisive blow! This is what it means for a cultured person to resort to vulgar insults!]

[I take back what I just said, and I apologize to Brother Gu! I thought he was a sheep, but I never expected him to be a wolf in sheep's clothing!]

[This isn't just refined and approachable; it's clearly a smile hiding a knife, capable of killing without a trace! I love it!]

[Did you notice the details? Gu Yun maintained a smile the entire time, and his speaking speed didn't change at all. His mental fortitude is incredible!]

On stage, Gu Yun looked at the speechless Jack, and her smile widened.

He knew that the time was almost right.

He strode onto the stage and slowly walked up to the center of the stage, as if his earth-shattering question was just a casual opening remark.

He stood behind the podium, his gaze sweeping across the entire room, before finally settling on Jack, whose face was deathly pale.

"So, Mr. Jack, do you understand now?"

"History is not just words in a book, but the DNA of a nation. It tells us where we come from."

"A country that cannot even explain where it comes from, and even needs to fabricate and beautify its past, is bound to have a weak and unstable foundation."

Gu Yun's voice was calm yet powerful, each word like a heavy hammer striking everyone's heart.

"The reason why we Chinese repeatedly mention that we have a history of five thousand years is not to show off, nor is it to be complacent."

"It's to remind ourselves, and also to remind certain people—"

He paused here, a striking smile curving his lips.

"When our ancestors gazed at the stars, studied the universe, deduced calendars, and contemplated the philosophy of 'harmony between heaven and humanity'..."

"Your ancestors were still in the trees, fighting with monkeys for bananas."