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

Countless cameras, long lenses and short lenses, like the eyes of a beast in a dense forest, all locked onto him, greedily capturing his every subtle expression.

Journalists from all over the world, blond, brown, black, and white, were like sharks smelling blood, their eyes gleaming with excitement, curiosity, suspicion, and undisguised hostility.

This is the Blue Hall.

A place that can elevate people to godlike status, or tear them to shreds.

Gu Yun walked without pausing, her eyes fixed straight ahead, towards the prepared podium.

On the dark blue background, the words "Ministry of Foreign Affairs of China" are written in Chinese.

He stood still, his hands resting naturally on the edge of the podium.

The scene, which had been incredibly noisy just moments before, fell eerily silent the moment he stood still.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for the first words from this "youngest spokesperson in history".

Gu Yun surveyed the entire room, his gaze calmly sweeping over the faces that held either expectation or provocation.

Finally, he leaned slightly closer to the microphone.

There were no unnecessary small talk, no polite opening remarks.

"My name is Gu Yun."

His voice, transmitted clearly through the speakers, resounded throughout the hall and reached the world.

"From today onwards, I will answer your questions."

Simple, direct, and domineering.

It's like announcing an irrefutable fact.

The silence was broken as reporters began to stir, countless hands raised high, like a swaying forest.

"Ladies first." Gu Yun's gaze fell on a female reporter from a Chinese state media outlet in the front row.

The female reporter was clearly excited. After standing up, she took a moment to calm herself down and asked, "Hello, as the youngest spokesperson for the Ministry of Foreign Affairs in the history of China, what are your expectations for this new position?"

What new changes do you think your personal style will bring to China's diplomatic discourse?

This is a very standard question, one could even say it's a "free point" question.

Gu Yun's lips curled up slightly, revealing a gentle smile: "Thank you for your question. First of all, I am honored to serve the country in this position."

As for the future, I personally don't have any vision; the country's vision is my vision.

As for style, I don't really have a personal style; the style of the country is my style.

He paused, then added, "If I had to point out any changes, I hope that in the future, the way we communicate with the world will be simpler, more direct, and more effective."

Make your friends feel comfortable, and make your opponents feel annoyed.

"Hahaha..." A burst of good-natured laughter rang out, instantly lightening the atmosphere considerably.

In the domestic live stream rooms, the chat is already going crazy with comments.

[It's here! My husband's debut! Ahhhhh!]

[Make your friends happy, make your rivals unhappy! I love hearing that! Gu Shen is still Gu Shen!]

[That aura is amazing! He acts like he's strolling through his own backyard, not at all nervous!]

[The questions before were just appetizers; wait, the main event is yet to come. Those Western journalists are up to no good!]

The following questions mostly revolved around economic and trade cooperation and cultural exchanges, and Gu Yun answered them all flawlessly, demonstrating both professional competence and humor.

However, everyone knew that this was just the calm before the storm.

The real test is about to begin.

Finally, a blond, blue-eyed young male reporter with black-rimmed glasses, who looked quite refined, got the chance to ask a question.

He stood up, and the press pass hanging around his neck clearly read: "The Lighthouse Nation, Associated Press, David Smith."

Gu Yun's gaze fell on him, a hint of amusement flashing in her eyes.

coming.

Scott's junior, Professor Richard's star pupil, is known for asking tricky questions that have embarrassed countless politicians.

David pushed up his glasses, a professional smile on his face, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"Director Gu, hello." He greeted him politely at first, then changed the subject...

My question is about the country of cherry blossoms.

Recently, Sanae Takashi from Japan openly denied the country's history of aggression, planned to visit a sacred toilet, and falsely claimed "sovereignty" over disputed islands. The world is watching China's reaction.

He paused for a moment, leaning forward slightly, like a venomous snake preparing to strike.

Previously, the most common responses we heard to similar provocations were "protests," "negotiations," and "strong condemnations."

So my question is, this time, besides these already tired-of-the-top phrases, will China take any... more substantial actions?

So far, the problem is still relatively normal.

But David was clearly not satisfied with that.

He glanced around the room, deliberately raising his voice to make sure everyone could hear what he was about to say.

"Or, will China continue with the 'wolf warrior diplomacy' stance that has been criticized by the outside world?"

Will this hardline, reckless stance further escalate regional tensions and even drag the entire East Asia to the brink of conflict? Please answer directly.

After he finished speaking, the entire room fell silent.

This question is absolutely malicious!

This is an elaborate linguistic trap, a perfect "double-thinking stamp".

If you answer "we will take concrete action," he will immediately label you as a "wolf warrior diplomacy" and "exacerbate regional tensions," solidifying your image as a belligerent person.

If you answer "no" or simply repeat "condemnation," you will solidify your image as a weak person who "only talks the talk," which will not only disappoint the domestic public but also embolden people like Sanae Takashi.

No matter how you answer, it will be wrong.

This is a dead end.

All the Western journalists exchanged knowing smiles, as if they could already foresee the young spokesperson getting bogged down in logical fallacies and ending up in a sorry state during his debut.

Scott sat in his office thousands of miles away, watching the live stream, a cruel smile playing on his lips.

"David, well done," he muttered to himself. "Come on, Gu Yun, let me see how you get out of this trap."

Under the spotlight, Gu Yun stood quietly, the gentle smile on his face gone at some point.

He didn't look at the reporter named David.

His gaze seemed to pierce through the lens, through time and space, landing on countless pairs of eyes that were filled with worry, anticipation, or schadenfreude.

The whole world is waiting for his answer.