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The ancestral worship video brought by Jin Zhicheng was playing slowly on the main screen in the conference room.

The video production is indeed very high-quality.

The camerawork, composition, and soundtrack all reached world-class standards.

In the footage, Gyeongbokgung Palace in South Korea appears both ancient and solemn, rendered with a sense of grandeur by the camera.

Hundreds of "priests" and "musicians" dressed in colorful traditional costumes performed various rituals according to a specific procedure.

There was kneeling and bowing, offering wine, and chanting...

It certainly looks very ceremonial and full of historical weight.

Jin Zhicheng leaned back in his chair, admiring his "masterpiece" with a smug look on his face.

Every now and then, he would glance at Wang Wenyi on the Chinese side out of the corner of his eye.

He wanted to see frustration, jealousy, and impotent rage on Wang Wenyi's face.

However, what he saw was a strange expression that he could not understand at all.

Wang Wenyi was indeed watching the video intently.

But his refined face showed none of the negative emotions Jin Zhicheng had imagined.

He looks like...

It seems like I can't hold back my laughter.

Then, when the video played a segment where the high priest was holding a wooden sword, gesturing wildly and chanting in front of the altar, as if he were performing a shamanistic ritual.

Wang Wenyi finally couldn't help but burst out laughing.

His laughter wasn't loud, but it sounded particularly jarring in the quiet conference room.

Jin Zhicheng's face immediately darkened.

"Minister Wang!" He slammed his fist on the table and roared, "What do you mean by this?!"

"Do you really find our Republic of Korea's most sacred ancestral worship ceremony so laughable?!"

"Is this the quality of your Chinese officials?!"

Kim Ji-sung was truly enraged.

They're panicking! They're really panicking!

In his view, Wang Wenyi's laughter was the most blatant humiliation and contempt for him and for the entire Republic of Korea!

The UNESCO review experts present also frowned and cast displeased glances at Wang Wenyi.

However, Wang Wenyi seemed completely oblivious to their anger.

He waved his hand, his face still showing that he wanted to laugh but was desperately trying to hold it in.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Minister Kim, I... I lost my composure."

"We are rigorously trained and generally do not laugh."

As he spoke, he took a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped away the tears that had welled up in his eyes as he tried to suppress a laugh.

"I just... I just suddenly felt that Minister Kim, and your country, are really... too pitiful."

"Pitiful?" Jin Zhicheng's brows furrowed even more. "Wang Wenyi! Explain yourself! How are we pitiful?!"

"You people have cobbled together a bunch of superficial things from Taoism and folk witchcraft in China and treated them as cultural treasures of your country, even going so far as to apply for intangible cultural heritage status internationally." Wang Wenyi shook his head, his tone full of undisguised pity.

"Aren't you pitiful enough?"

"You!" Kim Ji-sung trembled with rage. He pointed at Wang Wen-yi and roared, "This is slander! It's defamation! Our Republic of Korea's ritual culture has been passed down for thousands of years! It has a complete system! It has a profound heritage! How dare you slander it so easily!"

"A complete system? A profound foundation?" Wang Wenyi laughed again.

This time, he didn't try to hide it.

That laughter was filled with endless mockery.

"Minister Jin, it seems you didn't have time to watch the news this morning?" Wang Wenyi said leisurely, picking up his teacup and gently blowing on the tea leaves floating on it.

"News?" Jin Zhicheng was taken aback. "What news?"

His expression changed, as if he had thought of something.

"It's nothing," Wang Wenyi said casually, taking a sip of tea. "It's just that a local station in China called Strawberry TV broadcast a live ancestral worship ceremony this morning, which took place in a small mountain village."

"A local TV station's live broadcast? A village's ancestral worship ceremony?" Jin Zhicheng scoffed. "Wang Wenyi, are you kidding me? You think you can get away with this kind of low-class stuff..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Wang Wenyi had already turned one of his laptops around and pointed it at the video conference camera.

The computer screen was playing a live replay of the Wujia Village Ancestor Worship Ceremony.

The scene freezes on the moment when Wu You, dressed in ancestral worship attire, stands alone on the altar reading the sacrificial text!

The moment this image, filled with supreme majesty and a sacred sense of ritual, appeared on the main screen of the conference room via the internet.

The entire conference room fell into a deathly silence once again.

Jin Zhicheng's face, which had been filled with anger and arrogance, froze completely the moment he saw this scene.

His mouth was slightly open, his eyes were wide open, and his expression was as if he had seen a ghost!

Even the ever-smiling Yuichi Watanabe from Japan froze on his face.

The review experts from UNESCO even stood up abruptly from their seats!

Their faces were filled with disbelief and utter shock!

"This...this is..." A white expert pointed at the screen, his voice trembling, "This...this is the Chinese...ancestral worship ceremony?"

"No...impossible..." Jin Zhicheng muttered to himself, his body beginning to tremble uncontrollably. "This must be a movie! It's special effects! In reality, how could...how could there be such a...such a grand scene!"

He couldn't believe his eyes.

His so-called "ancestral temple rituals," which he was so proud of, were nothing compared to the domineering and sacred ceremony on the screen.

It's simply a joke!

A childish, clumsy, and utterly ridiculous joke!

Looking at their dejected appearance, Wang Wenyi revealed a joyful smile, as if he had finally avenged his great enemy.

Finally, I don't have to pretend anymore.

It's so tiring to hold back laughter.

He pushed the laptop forward a little further.

Then, slowly, I pressed the play button.

Wu You's memorial text, filled with the spirit of war and the essence of Chinese civilization, resounded throughout the conference room through the sound system.

"This is the day before Lunar New Year's Eve, in the Chinese calendar, the year of Jia Chen (甲辰) and the Dragon!"

"Wu You, the unworthy 37th generation descendant of the Wu family, along with the entire clan of 3,762 people, respectfully offers sacrifices of meat, grains, and simple wine before the spirits of the ancestors of the Wu family!"

"However, looking around the world today, morality has collapsed, and people's hearts are no longer what they used to be. Even worse, there are unscrupulous neighboring countries, like dogs and rats, trying to steal the treasures of our Chinese civilization and seize the heritage of our nation!" "They even dare to use the name of 'ancestor worship' to apply for UNESCO World Heritage status, a ridiculous and laughable act that will only invite ridicule from the world!" "This is intolerable!"

"Ancestor worship is a tradition deeply ingrained in the Chinese nation for thousands of years! It is filial piety, it is our root, it is our soul!"

"The rites of our Chinese nation are witnessed by Heaven and Earth, and observed by the Sun and Moon! How dare you petty scoundrels utter a single word!"

"From this day forward, all within the territory of my Chinese nation, wherever the sun and moon shine, wherever the rivers flow, shall be Han land! Not a single needle, thread, blade of grass, or tree of the treasures of my Chinese heritage shall be touched by outsiders!"

"Those who offend China, no matter how far away, will be punished!"

"Those who steal from China, though powerful, will surely perish!"

When you hear these confident statements...

Jin Zhicheng's body swayed suddenly.

His face turned deathly pale in an instant.

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