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

Gu Yun didn't rush to burn the fire; he was a man of rhythm.

The fire in Europe has been lit, but more fuel needs to be added to make it burn even brighter, so brightly that they have no energy left to care about anything else.

"Mr. Pierre," Gu Yun suddenly called out the French representative's name again, his tone as gentle as if he were concerned about an old neighbor.

"You don't look well. Did something sad happen to you?"

Pierre felt a chill run down his spine at the sound of Gu Yun's voice. He raised his head warily: "Mr. Gu, please stop this psychological warfare. France is independent! We have our own judgment!"

"Of course, of course, independent." Gu Yun nodded, then, as if suddenly remembering something, slapped his forehead.

"Oh, speaking of independence, I suddenly remembered a small business deal from a couple of years ago. It was something like... submarines?"

Upon hearing those two words, Pierre nearly jumped off his chair, like a cat that had been electrocuted.

Submarine orders! That's the second biggest pain point for the Chinese people, after Alstom!

A mega-deal worth tens of billions of euros was originally signed between France and Australia. And what happened?

The United States, the "beacon of light," was pulling strings behind the scenes, colluding with Britain and Australia to form some kind of AUKUS alliance, and managed to steal the deal from the United Kingdom!

Not only did they steal the deal, but they also only notified the Rooster Country at the last minute.

It feels like you're getting married, and the bride runs away the day before the wedding, telling you she's pregnant with your best man's child.

This is an utter disgrace!

"Gu Yun! You..." Scott's expression changed drastically; he knew this topic was definitely a powder keg.

But Gu Yun didn't give him a chance to speak at all, and said very quickly: "If I remember correctly, your ally, Mr. Scott's country, had Australia break its contract with you in order to sell their own nuclear submarines."

"Tens of billions, Mr. Pierre, that's tens of billions of euros! How many jobs could that create for you? How many more years could it keep your shipyard afloat?"

"And then? Nothing. Just like that, the happiness was gone."

Gu Yun made a gesture like fireworks exploding, his face full of regret.

"And, most ironically, their reason for poaching the order was 'for the security of the Indo-Pacific region'."

So, your country's submarines are unsafe? So, only buying their goods counts as maintaining peace?

"Pierre, I just want to ask, what were you thinking when you recalled the ambassador to protest? Did you think that was 'backstabbing'?"

Pierre's breathing quickened, and his eyes turned red. When that happened...

The United States did indeed recall its ambassador to the United States, a signal of a diplomatic rupture that is extremely rare in history.

Although the facade was later repaired, the thorn remained deeply embedded in the flesh.

"Scott!" Pierre turned his head sharply, staring intently at the representative of the United States beside him, his voice trembling, "That matter... you promised to compensate us back then!"

But where are our tariff reductions in trade?!

Scott panicked.

He never expected Gu Yun to bring up this old grievance, especially in a globally broadcast setting.

This is tantamount to publicly executing their treachery in front of the whole world.

"Pierre, calm down! That's...that's a strategic adjustment! And Australia needs more advanced nuclear-powered submarines, yours are conventionally powered, this...this is for technical reasons!" Scott tried to argue.

"Technical reasons?" Gu Yun added sarcastically from the side, "If the Rooster Country is willing, it's not like they can't build nuclear submarines."

The key question is, did you give them a chance to revise the plan? No. You stabbed them in the back without even giving them a heads-up.

"This is how you treat your 'core allies'."

"They rob you of your money, take away your livelihood, and then tell you: 'Hey bro, this is all for your own good.'"

"Enough!" Pierre finally snapped, slamming his fist on the table and yelling at Scott.

"Screw 'for my own good'! That's robbery! That's despicable business competition!"

That shout almost blew the roof off the studio.

[Hahaha! They're fighting! They're fighting! Brother Gu is awesome! This is the highest level of sowing discord!]

Pierre finally stood up for himself! That multi-billion dollar deal was truly too frustrating; no man could tolerate it.

Scott's expression right now is priceless; he wants to break up the fight, but he's afraid Pierre will bite him.

[Brother Gu is still drinking tea nearby! Look at his expression as he watches the show, he deserves a beating, but I like it so much! 】

The studio was in complete chaos.

British representative Charles tried to mediate, but Pierre retorted, "You are accomplices too."

The German representative stood awkwardly wiping his sweat, unsure of who to help.

Gu Yun, as if nothing had happened, gently put down his teacup.

The fire in Europe has almost burned out. The cracks won't be repaired anytime soon.

Next, it's the turn of those two Asian neighbors who have been playing dead.

Gu Yun turned his attention to Yamamoto and Park Dae-chang's substitutes.

Just then, the staff brought in a new prop—a huge map of East Asia, originally intended to show the "First Island Chain" blockade line.

But Gu Yun looked at the map and a smile appeared on his lips.

He stood up, walked to the map, and pointed his finger lightly at the sea area between Japan and South Korea.

That point is very small.

But in the hearts of the people of both countries, that point carries more weight than Mount Tai.

That's Dokdo.

Or, as the country of cherry blossoms calls it, Takeshima (or Takeshima).

"Gentlemen," Gu Yun's voice cut through the argument and reached the ears of Yamamoto and Park Dae-chang, the substitutes, "since everyone is talking about territory and sovereignty, I have a small question I'd like to ask you both."

"This island..."

Gu Yun drew a circle on that small dot with her finger.

"Does it belong to the land of cherry blossoms, or to the land of kimchi?"

The entire room fell silent instantly.