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

The representatives of those "victim countries" listened with shining eyes and clenched their fists in excitement.

That was so satisfying!

For the first time in many years, they have seen the Western world, especially the former "empire on which the sun never sets," so thoroughly humiliated and rendered speechless on cultural issues.

Nicholas, the Egyptian representative, that tall, dark-skinned man, could no longer hold back.

He suddenly stood up.

"Mr. Gu is right!" His voice was loud and powerful, filled with long-suppressed anger. "They are not guardians at all! They are robbers, thieves, and liars!"

He pointed at Charles and roared, "For over a hundred years! We Egyptians, from the government to the people, have never stopped calling for the return of the Rosetta Stone! And how have you responded to us?"

You say the air pollution in Cairo is too bad and will damage the monument! You say our museums aren't safe enough!

"And now?!" Nicholas spat as he spoke. "Is the air in your London any better? Are your museums free of thieves? These are all excuses! Excuses for your greed and shamelessness!"

Nicholas's outburst was like a signal.

Elena, the Greek representative, a woman with a classical air, also stood up. Her eyes were red-rimmed, and her voice trembled with tears.

"And our Parthenon sculptures! They are the soul of our nation! They were brutally dismembered by your Count Elgin and transported to that cold, rainy island!"

"Every time our people visit the Da Niu Museum and see those things that belong to us, yet they're labeled with your tags, you'll never understand the heartache they feel!"

"We have already built a brand new, world-class Acropolis Museum! We have reserved space for it! We pleaded, we begged, we have waited for over a hundred years! Yet you have remained unmoved! Doesn't your conscience hurt?"

"And our Benin bronzes!" A representative from an African country also stood up.

"Our Moai statues!" a representative from Easter Island protested.

"Our..."

The crowd was immediately outraged.

The studio had completely transformed into a rally to denounce the "former colonial empire."

One by one, the representatives from Asia, Africa, and Latin America stood up and recounted the humiliating history of their countries' cultural relics being looted in their respective languages.

Gu Yun watched all of this quietly.

He didn't say anything more. He knew that at this moment, all he needed to do was hand over the stage to these people who had been suppressed for too long.

Their anger and their tears are the most powerful weapons.

The noise at the scene subsided a little.

Gu Yuncai picked up the microphone again.

His gaze swept over Nicholas, over Elena, and over all the representatives who had stood up.

"My friends, my brothers."

His voice was steady and powerful, like a shot of adrenaline, penetrating everyone's hearts.

"Our national treasures can no longer continue to wander. Our history can no longer be erased by others."

"Since they're being unreasonable, let's show them what real 'reason' is."

"I propose it."

Gu Yun stared intently at the camera, at the whole world.

"Today, all the countries that have been plundered are establishing a 'Global Alliance for the Recovery of Lost Cultural Relics'!"

"From today onward, we are no longer fighting alone; we must unite and speak with one voice!"

"We want to set our own rules and build our own platform! We want to make our voice heard to the world, to all museums and individuals who hold our national treasures!"

"That's the voice—"

Gu Yun took a deep breath and said, word by word.

"Give us back our national treasures!"

boom--!

If the previous rally was a denunciation meeting, then this one is a rally to rally in support!

"Return our national treasures!"

Nicholas was the first to raise his arms and shout.

"Return our national treasures!"

Elena joined in the shouting.

"Return our national treasures!"

"¡Devuel van nuestros tesoros!"

「Верните наши сокровища!」

In an instant, the chants of "Return our national treasures" in various languages ​​resounded throughout the studio!

That momentum was so strong it seemed like it was going to blow the roof off the entire studio!

Backstage, director Frank watched the scene on the monitor, which resembled a Hollywood blockbuster, and could barely hold his coffee cup.

"They're all crazy...they're all crazy..." he muttered to himself.

But with his other hand, he gripped the walkie-talkie tightly, shouting to all the camera positions, "Close-up! Give me a close-up! Get everyone's face clearly! Ratings! This is unprecedented ratings!"

He knew he was witnessing history.

A historic moment when young people from the East launch a full-scale offensive against the old world order!