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

In his view, this was not a problem at all, but a trap tailor-made for Gu Yun.

For decades, the Western media machine has been working tirelessly, day and night, to portray a "China threat" to the world.

They portray China's economic development as the plunder of world resources, China's military modernization as a prelude to hegemonic expansion, and China's cultural exports as ideological infiltration.

A lie repeated a thousand times becomes the "truth" in many people's minds.

Now, to throw this question directly at a global audience is like putting Gu Yun on the hot seat.

No matter how Gu Yun tries to explain, it will be difficult to reverse this deep-rooted prejudice in a short period of time.

Scott also realized what was happening, and he looked at Gu Yun with a gloating smile on his face.

He thought it was a stroke of genius. "Aren't you, Gu Yun, known for your eloquence?"

Didn't you make all twenty-odd of us feel ashamed just by talking to us?

Fine, we're not talking to you anymore. We'll let the world judge you!

"How is it, Mr. Gu?" Scott said, feigning generosity. "Didn't you always say that you represent peace and development?"

Now, let the world's audience judge whether they believe your words or our warnings.

Do you dare to hand over this power to them?

In the studio, all the Western representatives wore expectant smiles.

They felt that this round was in the bag.

They could almost see Gu Yun's bewildered and embarrassed face after the voting results came out.

The atmosphere in the live broadcast room in China instantly became extremely tense.

[Damn! This production team is inhuman! This question is so insidious! Isn't this blatant bias? The global public opinion environment is already unfavorable to us!]

[Oh no, this is going to be a disaster. I frequent foreign websites, and those people are heavily brainwashed. Whenever they mention us, they use negative terms—like authoritarianism, lack of freedom, and wanting to rule the world.]

Isn't this vote just pure bullying? The US controls the global narrative; whatever their media says, many people believe. Gu Ge won so many debates before, and now public opinion is going to turn things around?

[Brother Gu, please don't accept this! Just say this issue is unfair and refuse to vote! Otherwise, we'll definitely lose badly!]

[Yes, don't answer! It's a trap! If you answer, you'll fall into their trap!]

Everyone's hearts were in their throats. Everyone felt that Gu Yun's only choice was to refuse this unfair vote.

However, to everyone's surprise, Gu Yun smiled.

He looked at Hamilton and Scott, who were displaying provocation, and smiled nonchalantly.

"Vote?" He raised an eyebrow. "Sure, I love voting."

"Because truth may be delayed, but it is never absent. The same is true of the will of the people."

He actually agreed!

Hamilton and Scott were both stunned.

They had imagined that Gu Yun might be angry, might protest, or might refuse for various reasons, but they never expected that Gu Yun would agree so readily and so confidently.

Is this guy crazy? Or is he really so naive as to think that his few tens of minutes of debate can reverse decades of public opinion?

"Good! That's bold!" Hamilton clapped and laughed, as if afraid Gu Yun would change his mind. "Mark, get started! Let's get a global audience involved and see who's on our side!"

The host, Mark, wiped his sweat, feeling as if he were hosting a high-stakes gamble that would affect the fate of the nation.

"Alright! Now that both representatives have agreed, the global real-time voting for this segment will officially begin!"

Topic: Is the rise of China an opportunity or a threat?

Please select! Red represents 'Opportunity,' and blue represents 'Threat'!

At his command, two side-by-side energy bars appeared on the giant screen at the back of the studio, with the global vote count rapidly increasing below them.

The moment the voting channel opened, everyone held their breath and stared intently at the screen.

The blue energy bar representing "threat" shot up dramatically, as if it had been injected with adrenaline!

In just over ten seconds, the blue team's votes surpassed 100 million! Meanwhile, the red energy bar, representing "opportunity," climbed relatively slowly.

"Hahaha!" Scott couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Gu Yun, do you see that? This is public opinion! This is the world's true view of you! Your pretense has been exposed!"

Professor Hamilton stroked his beard, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.

Pierre, Charles, and the others breathed a sigh of relief. They felt that finally, finally, there was a round where they could beat Gu Yun.

In the live broadcast room in China, there was a chorus of wails.

[It's over, I knew it. The blue votes are rising too fast, the gap is too big.]

[I'm so angry! These brainwashed idiots! They have no idea what they're missing! Do they really think the United States is their savior?]

[Brother Gu was too careless; he shouldn't have agreed to the vote. Now look what happened—he's lost everything he won before, and it's a huge loss of face.]

[Don't rush, the voting isn't over yet! Let's hurry and vote! Use a VPN to vote! Let the world hear our voices!]

[It's no use. Out of 1.4 billion people, how many can actually go out and vote? Compared to the billions of people worldwide, that's still a minority. This round is going to be tough...]

On stage, Gu Yun looked at the dazzling blue energy bar, but his expression remained calm.

He didn't look at the vote count, nor at his gloating opponents.

His gaze passed through the camera, as if he were looking at certain people in front of the screen.

Then, he did something that surprised everyone.

He didn't rush to defend himself, nor did he try to garner votes.

He simply spoke into the microphone, softly and slowly in a magnetic, steady tone:

"My friends."

"Friends from the African continent, friends from South America, friends from Southeast Asia, and all friends who are on the path of development and striving for national prosperity and the happiness of their people."

"I know you're watching too."

"I know that you each have your own scales in your hearts."

"Now, it's time for those who are used to being high and mighty to hear your voices."

His voice was neither inflammatory nor impassioned, but like a warm undercurrent, it instantly flowed into the hearts of countless people.

Just then, the voting trend began to subtly change.

The growth rate of the blue energy bar has slowed down significantly.

The red energy bar that had been suppressed suddenly seemed to be injected with boundless power, and began to catch up with an indomitable spirit!

The vote gap is narrowing at a visible speed!

Scott's smile froze.

Professor Hamilton frowned as well.

They didn't understand what had happened.

Just then, a dark-skinned, tall man in the back row of the contestants' seats slowly stood up.

He was a representative from an African country, and during the previous debates, he remained silent, like an inconspicuous background figure.

But at that moment, he stood up.

Under the watchful eyes of the entire world.