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

Gu Yun didn't stop to admire his opponent's predicament; instead, he pressed his advantage and turned his attention to the host, Mark.

"Mr. Mark, I think the facts are already very clear regarding the issue of 'the ultimate fate of civilization'," Gu Yun said calmly but firmly. "Now, shouldn't we vote?"

Mark snapped out of his shock, glanced at director Frank's face, contorted with extreme excitement, in his earphones, and immediately knew what he had to do.

"Yes, Mr. Gu! Yes!" Mark's voice trembled slightly.

"Distinguished delegates and audience members! After just now, a very profound debate, we have gained a completely new understanding of the protection of cultural heritage."

Now, I declare the final voting stage of this debate officially open!

As soon as he finished speaking, the voting devices in front of all the delegates in the studio lit up.

The core issues of this round of debate appeared on the big screen:

"Do you support the unconditional return of cultural heritage looted during colonial periods or wars to its country of origin?"

Here are two distinct options:

【whether】

This is no longer a multiple-choice question, but a question of conscience.

After Gu Yun's barrage of facts and emotions, the answer to this question is no longer in doubt.

Nicholas was the first to press "Yes".

Elena followed closely behind.

Representatives from India, Nigeria, Peru... all the members of the "Global Alliance for the Recovery of Lost Cultural Relics" who had previously stood up and gathered behind Gu Yun pressed the green button without hesitation.

Following that, representatives from more countries also made their choices.

Southeast Asian and South American countries that had also suffered from bullying and plunder in history all chose "yes".

Even some countries that have always maintained neutrality in international affairs, or even slightly leaned towards the West, have silently chosen to support this under today's undeniable moral pressure.

Their choice was not merely casting a vote, but rather demonstrating an attitude—a rejection and resistance to the old, unequal international order.

The numbers on the big screen began to jump wildly.

The green progress bar, representing "Yes," is rapidly advancing with overwhelming force.

10%...30%...50%...

Soon, it surpassed half.

The red progress bar, representing "No," was rising with unusual difficulty.

Only a few staunch allies of the Western camp, such as the United States and Japan, are still putting up a stubborn resistance.

Charles stared at the glaring green, his face ashen.

Scott's face was equally somber it seemed to drip water.

He pressed "No," but the click seemed so weak and powerless.

Finally, the numbers were displayed.

Yes: 70%

No: 30%

Victory!

When the result appeared on the big screen, the entire studio was briefly silent before erupting into thunderous applause and cheers.

Nicholas and Elena embraced each other excitedly, tears and smiles mingling.

Countless delegates rushed onto the stage and tossed Gu Yun high into the air.

At this moment, he is not just a representative of China; he is a hero of all oppressed nations!

"We won! We won!"

"History is written by us!"

The cheers were deafening, as if they were about to lift the roof off the studio.

In the control room, director Frank watched the ratings soar to unprecedented heights, pumping his fist in excitement and repeatedly shouting, "A miracle! This is a miracle in television history! He's made history!"

Seeing the names of those national treasures, seeing how they were destroyed, broke my heart. Now, finally, finally, there is hope for them to return home!

"Historical documents have no practical significance"—I finally understand the weight of Brother Gu's words! He's not denying history; he's denying the so-called "legal" bullshit historical documents created by you bunch of robbers!

[From today onwards, if anyone dares to tell me that Western civilization is superior, I'll throw this video in their face! What the hell is superior? A bunch of robbers who smash people's ancestral graves and then complain about the grass growing too unevenly on the graves!]

In a sea of ​​revelry, the figures of the losers appear particularly forlorn.

Charles slumped dejectedly in his chair, looking as if he had aged twenty years in an instant.

Yamamoto remained invisible throughout, his head bowed, and no one knew what he was thinking. But behind his glasses, his eyes gleamed with an even more venomous and insane light.

Scott forced himself to calm down.

He knew that they had lost this round miserably.

However, the game is not over yet.

The competition has one last stage.

Amidst the commotion, the host Mark's face was flushed with excitement.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Please be quiet!" He tried to make his voice drown out the cheers. "We have just witnessed history! The establishment of the Global Alliance for the Recovery of Lost Cultural Relics, and that momentous vote, will surely be recorded in history as one of the most important diplomatic events of this century!"

"And now, our summit is about to reach its final and most exciting moment!"

"After several rounds of fierce competition, we have two contestants who, with their unparalleled wisdom and performance, have advanced to the final showdown! They are—"

"Mr. Scott, from the Land of the Lighthouse!"

"And, Mr. Gu Yun from China!"

The spotlight shone on both Scott and Gu Yun at the same time.

The cheers erupted again, but this time, people's eyes were filled with anticipation.

The theme of the final speech was: "Who will lead the future of human civilization?"

Mark's voice became incredibly solemn.

"This is not only the ultimate battle for personal honor, but also the ultimate collision between two different civilizations and two different paths of development!"

The winner will not only claim the overall championship of this competition, but will also gain the opportunity to explain their philosophy to the world and define the future!

"According to the rules, the contestant with the slightly lower total score in the previous round will give the first speech."

"So, first of all, let's give a warm round of applause to our representative from the beacon of light, Scott!"

Amidst thunderous applause, Scott slowly stood up.

He straightened his suit, his previous dejection and anger vanished, replaced by a resolute determination to burn his bridges.

He knew this was his last chance.

It is also an opportunity for the United States, the "beacon of the world," to defend its status as a "beacon of the world."

He walked steadily, step by step, to the center of the stage.

The spotlight pierced the darkness like a sharp sword, precisely targeting Scott.

He was like a statue that had been reawakened.

As the noise at the scene gradually subsided, millions of eyes, peering through the screen, converged on this place.

[The final battle! Scott's aura is off; he's like a completely different person.]

[It's just a desperate struggle! Let's see what other tricks he can pull!]

Don't underestimate them; even a cornered dog will jump over a wall. Gu Shen won too decisively just now, pushing them to the brink. Be careful; they might not play the game of martial arts.

This is the final speech; it's about vision and ideas, not clever tricks. I believe in Gu Shen!

Scott surveyed the entire arena, his gaze finally meeting that of Gu Yun in the players' seats.

The previous contempt was gone from his eyes, replaced by a cold fighting spirit.

He took a deep breath.

"Ladies and gentlemen, my friends, and... the contestants here."

"Today, we are here to discuss an ultimate question: Who will lead the future of human civilization?"

Instead of immediately starting to boast, he first posed a question.

Before answering this question, I'd like to ask everyone to think about what kind of future we truly yearn for.

"Is it indulging in past glories, using the bones of ancestors to build a monument that cannot move forward?"

Or should we break free from the shackles of history and use an unceasing spirit of innovation to explore the infinite boundaries of human potential?

Upon hearing this, many Western viewers' eyes lit up.

It's here! That familiar taste is back!

"My country, the beacon of light, is a country without the burden of history."

We have only a history of a little over two hundred years. We have never had Qin Shi Huang or Emperor Wu of Han, nor have we had Julius Caesar.

But that's precisely our greatest strength!

"Because we don't need to look back, we only need to look forward!"