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

Gu Yun's question resonated throughout the entire studio like a resounding bell.

He didn't use fancy words or complicated theories; he simply laid out two completely different cooperation models on the table, letting the world see for themselves and judge for themselves.

One approach is "construction," which is "self-sustaining development," and it is about common development.

One type is "control," "blood transfusion," and permanent dependence.

The answer is self-evident.

The African representative, Adkunle, who had just stood up, picked up the microphone again.

This time, his voice was filled with excitement and anger at being understood.

"Mr. Gu is right! Who are the real vampires? We, the people of Africa, have the most say!"

He pointed at Scott and Hamilton, his voice trembling with excitement.

"We've had enough of your so-called 'aid'! Your World Bank lends us money to build a dam, but on the condition that we use your designated companies, buy your expensive equipment, and hire your highly paid experts!"

Finally, the dam was built, leaving our country with an insurmountable debt, while your companies and your experts profited immensely!

"And what about China?" Adkunle's tone shifted, filled with gratitude.

"They came to help us build the railway, bringing not only technology and funds, but also training! They taught our workers how to operate the machinery and our engineers how to design and maintain it!"

With the railway completed, we not only have a road, but also our own railway construction and operation team!

This is true help! This is true "teaching a man to fish"!

His words were like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples.

South American representative Isabella also stood up, her eyes sharp as knives.

"Mr. Scott, how dare you mention 'debt'? Your country's hedge funds are circling over South America like vultures."

Whenever our country experiences a minor economic crisis, they swarm in, maliciously shorting our currency, cheaply acquiring our state-owned assets, and then leaving behind a mess.

You created the crisis and then profited from it; you are the world's biggest debt creators!

"That's right!"

"What they said is true!"

"Vampire! Robber!"

The crowd was immediately outraged.

The resentment and humiliation that had been building up for decades among the delegates were ignited at this moment.

They will no longer remain silent; they will protest and expose this unjust, Western-dominated world order.

On stage, Scott, Hamilton, and their allies were overwhelmed by the sudden surge of sound and forced to retreat.

They were like people standing on a dam, watching helplessly as the dam of lies they had built up over many years was riddled with holes by the angry flood.

They wanted to refute it, but found that whatever they said seemed weak and powerless.

Because what Adkunle and Isabella said were bloody facts.

"Look, Scott." Gu Yun stood in the eye of the storm, a hint of pity on his face. "This is the world you've lost. You've lost their trust, you've lost their hearts."

"Your alliance may seem powerful in numbers, but it's nothing more than a makeshift group bound together by interests and force."

And our friends are all over the world. Because what we bring is respect, opportunity, and hope.

Gu Yun slowly walked back to his seat, and throughout the process, the angry denunciations seemed to become his background music.

He knew that this part was over.

"Mr. Mark," Gu Yun said to the stunned host after sitting down, "I think the outcome of this topic is already quite obvious. Shall we move on to the next segment?"

Mark snapped out of his daze. He glanced backstage and saw director Frank yelling into his earpiece in an almost groaning tone, "Cut it out! Get this damn topic over with! Announce the results! Now!"

Frank knew that if this accusation rally continued, the United States and its allies would be completely exposed.

"Okay...okay!" Mark wiped his sweat, forcing his voice to remain calm.

"Thank you for your enthusiastic discussion. This concludes the sixth round of debate. We will now proceed to the final vote!"

The large screen lit up again.

The topic is: In this round of debate, which side's viewpoint do you support more?

Red represents China, and blue represents the Western Allied Forces.

This time, there's no suspense at all.

The moment the voting channel opened, the red energy bar surged to the top like a burst dam, unstoppable.

Ultimately, the vote count was finalized.

Red: 88%.

Blue: 12%.

It was another crushing defeat with no suspense whatsoever.

Scott looked at the number and closed his eyes.

"Congratulations to Gu Yun, the representative of China, for winning this round!" Mark announced the result in the fastest possible speed.

He just wants to end it all as soon as possible; this stage has become an execution ground for him.

"Well then, dear viewers, after six rounds of fierce competition, the first stage of the debate competition in 'Global Young Diplomats' is about to reach its final challenge!"

Mark deliberately raised his voice, trying to create an atmosphere of tension and anticipation.

"This will no longer be a war of words or a clash of opinions. It will be a global crisis simulation exercise that tests the comprehensive abilities, decision-making skills, and systems thinking of all delegates!"

As he finished speaking, the lights in the entire studio dimmed.

A huge circular platform slowly rose from the center of the stage, covered with futuristic-looking control consoles, each with a chair and a screen in front of it.

On the large screen behind them, a line of blood-red characters appeared.

[The Ultimate Challenge: Doomsday Simulation]

"In the next segment," Professor Hamilton's voice came from the judges' panel, having regained a sliver of confidence as the designer of this segment.

"Each of you will be the highest decision-maker in your respective country. Together you will face a sudden global crisis that could destroy human civilization."

"Every decision you make will be calculated in real time by our supercomputers and will ultimately affect the fate of your country and the world."

Scott's eyes lit up again.

He lost the debate.

But simulation and deduction are his area of ​​expertise!

He believed that Gu Yun's inflammatory words would be useless in the face of cold data and rigorous logic.

He wants to win back all the face he lost before in this round!

"And the theme of our simulated crisis this time is..."

Professor Hamilton paused deliberately to create suspense.

Then, he said it slowly and deliberately.

"An unknown virus that is transmitted through the air and has a high mortality rate."