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

Backstage lounge.

As soon as Gu Yun pushed the door open, the previously noisy room instantly fell silent.

All the staff, including the foreign makeup artists and lighting technicians who were usually arrogant, stopped what they were doing and stared at him.

That look wasn't like looking at a contestant; it was more like looking at a monster who had just detonated a nuclear bomb and escaped unscathed.

"Mr. Gu, water! Warm water!" A blonde, blue-eyed assistant was the quickest to react, running over and handing her a bottle of water with both hands. Her face was flushed, and her eyes were sparkling.

"Thank you." Gu Yun took the water and smiled politely.

That one laugh almost made the girl scream on the spot.

Who could resist this handsome, gentle, and refined man before them?

Is this related to that "devil" who was so powerful on stage just now?

In the corner, director Frank was yelling into the phone. Seeing Gu Yun enter, he slammed the phone down.

The flesh on his chubby face was trembling as he rushed over and gave Gu Yun a bear hug.

"Gu! My God! You are my God!" Frank exclaimed, his words tumbling out incoherently.

"Do you know the data we just saw? It broke records! It broke everything!"

My phone is ringing off the hook with calls! Nike and Adidas, who were just about to withdraw their investments, are now begging me to add them to my business!

But I refused them all! Because Chinese brands offered higher prices!

Gu Yun pushed the sweaty, overweight man away with disdain and patted his suit jacket: "Frank, don't get excited. This is nothing."

"Isn't that enough?" Frank's eyes widened. "That 'game over' you just said was so cool!"

I'd love to print that on T-shirts and sell them! Oh, and just now the tour leaders from Japan and South Korea came to protest again.

They accused you of personal attack and threatened to withdraw from the competition.

"Oh?" Gu Yun unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip of water. "Then let them refund it."

Anyway, they're just there to make up the numbers on stage; having two fewer backdrops will save on electricity.

Frank was taken aback, then burst into laughter: "Hahahaha! You're right!"

That's exactly what I replied to them! I said, "Take it or leave it, if you don't want to record, get lost. All the current ratings are thanks to Gu Yun. Your withdrawal will just make room for Gu Yun!"

You didn't see their faces; they looked like they'd swallowed flies!

Frank has now completely become Gu Yun's lapdog.

Diplomatic pressure and international relations are nothing compared to viewership ratings and US dollars.

As long as Gu Yun is still on stage, even if he points at the president of the United States and curses him, Frank will still dare to hand him a megaphone.

"However, Gu," Frank said, his expression turning slightly serious after his laugh, "you'd better watch out for the theme of the second half."

Although old Hamilton is nearing the end of his life, his think tank is no pushover.

"What's the second half?" Gu Yun found a comfortable sofa, sat down, and crossed his legs.

"Future frontiers and space exploration." Frank lowered his voice. "You know, in this area... the United States certainly has the confidence."

They have been preparing for a long time, and are said to be showcasing the latest "Artemis Project" as well as plans for colonizing Mars.

They want to crush you in this field with cutting-edge technology.

Gu Yun raised an eyebrow: "Space?"

"Yes, space." Frank said with some concern, "Although you have won on history and human rights, technology is all about hard metrics."

They have the Apollo moon landing, the Mars rover, and the International Space Station.

They will definitely use this as an excuse to say that China is a latecomer in the space field and has been excluded from the mainstream.

Upon hearing this, Gu Yun not only wasn't nervous, but couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Frank, who do you think owns space?"

"Uh... legally it's for all of humanity, but in reality..." Frank shrugged.

"Whoever has the bigger fist and the better technology, that's what they get. Right now, it seems the US still has the upper hand."

"In the lead?" Gu Yun shook his head, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes. "That was before."

He stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the night sky outside.

"Since they want to talk about space, I'll have a good chat with them."

I will let them know that while they were figuring out how to get to the heavens, our ancestors had already named the stars.

"And..." Gu Yun turned around and looked at Frank, "Who told you that they still call the shots in space?"

At this moment, thousands of miles away in China, in the capital city, at the Gu family's old residence.

Grandpa Gu was sitting in a grand chair, spinning two walnuts rapidly in his hands.

The TV was replaying the scene of Gu Yun arguing with someone. The old man watched with a furrowed brow, but he couldn't suppress the smile on his face.

"Dad, look at this..." Gu Xingbang stood to the side, a little uneasy, "Isn't Xiaoyun going too far?"

They've really put them on the verge of vomiting blood with all that criticism. Old Li from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs just called me, saying this kid did all their work.

Now they have nothing to do but watch live streams and shout "666" in the office.

"What do you mean 'excessive'!" Old Master Gu glared. "I think it's fine! Our Gu family's 'gentleness, kindness, respect, frugality, and humility' has been used for decades, but has anyone appreciated it? No!"

They thought you were an easy target! But now that Xiaoyun has done this, look at those foreign devils, they're all as docile as quails!

"But..." Gu Xingbang wiped his sweat, "this second half is in space."

Although we have made rapid progress in this area, we still lack the foundation compared to the United States, right?

What if Xiaoyun gets taken advantage of?

"Suffer a loss?" Old Master Gu sneered. "When have you ever seen this kid suffer a loss?"

Since he dared to go, he must have some bad intentions.

Besides, the person above has already said to let Xiaoyun go ahead and do it. Why should we worry about it?

Just then, Gu Xingbang's phone rang.

He answered the phone, listened for a couple of sentences, and his expression turned strange.

"What's wrong?" the old man asked.

"Dad... the Ministry of Education just called." Gu Xingbang swallowed hard. "They said it was because of Xiaoyun's debate just now."

Now, elementary school students all over the country are imitating him, no longer wanting to learn English, saying they want to learn Chinese well so they can travel the world.

They asked if Xiaoyun could tone it down a little in the second half, so as not to lead the children's values ​​astray too much.

The old man was taken aback, then burst into laughter: "Leading astray? I think this is what you call righteous!"

Tell the Ministry of Education to leave it alone!

Let the children learn! What's wrong with our Chinese language?

"Maybe it will be the common language in heaven someday!"

Gu Xingbang gave a wry smile.

Common language?

That's incredibly audacious.

But what he didn't know was that half an hour later on stage,

His son will truly make the whole world understand what "universal language" means.