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

"Property ownership certificate?"

Scott thought he might have misheard, or that there was a malfunction in the simultaneous interpretation. Property deeds on the moon?

This is absolutely ridiculous.

"Mr. Gu, please don't make such a low-level joke during a serious scientific debate," Scott sneered.

"If you can't provide a legal basis, then please shut up."

According to the Outer Space Treaty, the Moon does not belong to any country, but the Artemis Accords allow us to establish safe zones. This is based on the rules of modern international law.

"Modern international law?" Gu Yun scoffed. "That's a set of rules you Westerners created yourselves."

Two hundred years ago, you went to the Americas, planted a flag and claimed it as yours, killed the indigenous people and claimed it was the discovery of a new continent. Now you're on the moon, and you still want to play this same 'land grabbing' game?

"Since you want to talk about legal principles and evidence," Gu Yun said slowly, unbuttoning a button on his suit jacket, appearing more relaxed. "Then let's talk about what 'since ancient times' means."

"Frank, cut the picture."

The image on the big screen changed.

This time, it wasn't a rocket or a spaceship.

Instead, it was an antique-style ink painting. In the painting, a fairy in flowing robes, holding a jade rabbit in her arms, was flying towards a huge, bright moon. On the moon, a magnificent palace and a huge osmanthus tree could be vaguely seen.

"What is this?" Scott frowned.

"This is Chang'e," Gu Yun said, pointing to the fairy. "She is the moon goddess in our Chinese mythology."

"According to our historical records, such as the Huainanzi, Lady Chang'e had already settled on the moon thousands of years ago."

"She not only settled down, but she also brought her pet—a jade rabbit."

"She also built an illegal structure—the Moon Palace."

"She even hired a long-term lumberjack—Wu Gang."

Gu Yun looked at Scott with a serious expression, his eyes as sincere as if he were reading a verdict.

"There are people living here, pets roaming around, people with permanent residences, and people with employment relationships."

"Mr. Scott, according to your Western legal logic, what is this called?"

"This is called 'factual possession'! This is called 'established life history'!"

The entire audience: "..."

Scott: "..."

He felt his brain was boiling. Mythology? Using mythology as a legal basis? Has Gu Yun gone mad?

"Absurd! Utterly absurd!" Scott exclaimed, jumping up and down in anger. "This is mythology! It's a story! It's fiction! How can this be used as a basis for territorial sovereignty?"

If that counts, then the Greeks could also say the moon belongs to Artemis!

"Hey, you've hit the nail on the head." Gu Yun clapped his hands, as if he had been waiting for him to say that.

"Artemis is the goddess of the hunt. She only goes to the moon to hunt occasionally. It's like a tourist visa. She's just a passerby at most."

"But Chang'e is different. She 'went to the moon,' she's an immigrant, she's a permanent resident with a green card."

"and……"

Gu Yun's smile suddenly became somewhat mysterious.

"You're saying this is fiction?"

"Then I'd like to ask, why is our lunar rover called 'Yutu' (Jade Rabbit)? Why is our lunar exploration program called 'Chang'e' (Chang'e)? Why is our relay satellite called 'Queqiao' (Magpie Bridge)?"

"Because we are 'going home'."

"We're going to the moon, not to explore, not to plant a flag."

We're going to visit relatives, to see if the house left by our ancestors is still there, and to feed the rabbit a carrot.

"Isn't this sense of cultural belonging, this emotional connection etched into our bones for thousands of years, more convincing than your long-faded white flag?"

Although these words sounded like pure "fallacy," they somehow possessed a strange persuasiveness when combined with Gu Yun's deeply moving performance.

Especially for Chinese viewers, this was a decisive blow.

Holy crap! Mythological jurisprudence! I'm impressed by Gu Ge's imagination!

[No problem! Chang'e does live there, and Wu Gang is still chopping down the tree. Isn't that the earliest proof of its existence?]

What's so special about planting a flag in the US? We have connections! We even own property!

This explanation is incredibly powerful. You call it mythology? Then I'll turn it into reality. The name of our spacecraft is the best proof!

[Scott: I talk to you about law, you talk to me about mythology; I talk to you about science, you talk to me about ideals. How can this work?]

Scott was rendered speechless by Gu Yun's "rogue logic." He wanted to refute it, but found himself at a loss for words.

Because Gu Yun elevated cultural confidence to an extremely high level, refuting Chang'e is refuting Chinese civilization.

"Fine...fine..." Scott's hands were shaking with anger. "Even if you have a sense of cultural belonging."

But space development ultimately comes down to utilization! It's about resources! We can mine helium-3 on the moon and establish a base! What about you? Are you going up there to tell stories?

"Use it?" Gu Yun laughed.

"Mr. Scott, you may not know this, but our Chinese nation has a racial talent."

"What talent?" Scott asked instinctively.

"Growing vegetables."

Gu Yun snapped his fingers.

A photo appeared on the big screen.

That's the biological science experiment payload conducted by Chang'e-4 on the far side of the moon. In the photo, a tender green cotton sprout is growing tenaciously against the desolate backdrop of the moon.

"Do you see that?" Gu Yun pointed to the tender sprout, her eyes filled with tenderness.

"While you were still thinking about how to mine and how to plunder resources."

"We have already grown the first plant on the moon."

"For us Chinese, as long as we can grow vegetables on this land, it is home."

"Since we can grow vegetables, we'll need to fertilize them, water them, build greenhouses, and construct houses to guard them."

Gu Yun looked at Scott and revealed his signature "nuclear-kind" smile.

"So, it makes perfect sense for us to do some agricultural development on the moon, and set up a few plots of land as vegetable gardens, right?"

"Now that we have a vegetable garden, to prevent wild boars or bandits from stealing our vegetables, it would be reasonable for us to build a 'South Heavenly Gate' guardhouse next to it and place a few 'Luan Bird' space carriers as security guards, wouldn't it?"

"South Heavenly Gate? Luan bird?" Scott didn't understand these words, but he could sense that they were definitely not good things.

"That's our future... um, agricultural security system," Gu Yun said casually.

"So, Mr. Scott."

What I want to tell you is...

"The moon isn't something that belongs to whoever plants their flag first."

"Whoever can grow vegetables on it, whoever can live on it, is the true master."

"You guys are going on a business trip, we're going there to live our lives."

"This is the difference in levels of understanding."