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

"No! That's not fair!" Pierre finally snapped out of his shock and retorted urgently.

"The refugee problem is a challenge facing all of humanity!"

This responsibility should be shared by all countries in the world!

How can we expect only a few countries to bear this burden?

He is trying to drag China into this again.

"Oh? A challenge for all of humanity?" Gu Yun raised an eyebrow, a friendly smile appearing on his face.

"Mr. Pierre, your awareness is very high. I admire it."

"In that case, I have a more constructive suggestion that better embodies the spirit of 'a community with a shared future for mankind.' Would you like to hear it?"

Pierre's heart skipped a beat. Looking at the malicious smile on Gu Yun's face, he instinctively sensed a great danger.

He wanted to say "I won't listen," but the words wouldn't come out.

He could only force a smile that looked worse than a grimace: "...Please speak."

"Look," Gu Yun said, walking to the center of the stage and pointing to Scott, the representative of the United States.

"Although your European countries also participated in these wars, in the end, it was mainly the United States that took the lead and dominated, right?"

They contributed the most effort and dropped the most bombs, so they should bear the greatest responsibility.

Scott's face instantly darkened.

He felt that Gu Yun was going to make an example of him.

"The United States is a vast country with abundant resources and a relatively low population density. It shouldn't be a problem for it to accept tens of millions of refugees." Gu Yun counted on his fingers, analyzing the situation seriously, as if he were offering advice on a century-old problem.

"However, considering that the refugees are far from their homes and must be very sad, they need some spiritual comfort."

We can't just consider their material needs; we also need to care about their spiritual well-being, right?

Pierre, Scott, and the others couldn't keep up with Gu Yun's train of thought at all and could only listen blankly.

"Therefore, I think it's not a good idea to scatter them across different states of the United States. It's not conducive to them sticking together for mutual support and healing their emotional wounds."

Gu Yun paused, then clapped his hands in a tone that said, "I'm such a genius."

"I have a brilliant idea!"

He turned to look at Scott, his face filled with an unprecedented sincerity and eagerness.

"How about we settle them all in your capital, Washington, D.C."

"Washington?" Scott and Pierre were dumbfounded.

"Yes!" Gu Yun said excitedly.

"Think about it, Washington, D.C. is the heart of your beacon country, a symbol of the 'free world'!"

What an encouragement it would be for these people, ravaged by war, to live in your political center and feel the breath of freedom and democracy every day!

"Moreover, I've even thought of a location for you."

Gu Yun stretched out her finger and drew a circle in the air.

"It will be placed on that large lawn south of the White House!"

"That place is spacious, sunny, and has a good view; you can see the windows of your presidential office just by looking up."

Every day, your president opens his window and sees these people he personally "liberated" living peacefully and happily downstairs in his building, singing and dancing.

What a harmonious and touching scene!

"Besides, lawns are convenient for setting up tents. If tens of millions of tents were set up, the sight from the air would be truly spectacular!"

It is absolutely one of the greatest wonders in human history!

"At that time, tourists from all over the world will flock here, which will also boost Washington's GDP!"

"What do you think, Mr. Scott? Isn't my proposal both full of humanitarian concern and economic benefits?"

Is this a perfect, win-win solution for all parties?

After Gu Yun finished speaking, she winked at Scott, giving him a "praise me" look.

"puff--"

Someone at the scene couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Immediately afterwards, a deafening roar of laughter completely engulfed the entire studio.

Settling refugees on the White House lawn?

Tens of millions of tents?

Is this even a fucking idea that a human could come up with?!

This isn't just humiliating people; it's like tearing off the face of the "beacon of the world," throwing it on the ground, and then running it over with a road roller hundreds of times!

Scott's body began to tremble violently.

He wasn't angry; he was terrified by Gu Yun's wildly imaginative and devilish suggestion.

Looking at Gu Yun's face, which was full of "sincerity" and "enthusiasm," he had only one thought in his mind.

This person absolutely cannot be allowed to leave this stage alive!