In the face of doubts from the representatives of the member states, Sean did not show any panic. He smiled and corrected the Ukrainian president: "To be exact, a hairy young man who just graduated from Columbia University and entered the White House presidential office as an intern." ”

"Hehehe~" Someone laughed again, this time there were more people laughing, but there was obviously no hostility.

Sean went on to add: "As a UN staff member, I don't have the authority to influence any decision that is voted on by member states, I can only remain neutral. The reason why I said that I just want to give you a kind reminder that if you lose your life, you lose everything, and if you have life, you have the whole world. As for the life after entering the Light Continent, whether it is poor or rich, whether it needs to start from scratch or is a continuation of the life on the ground, or more brilliant than the life on the ground, we have to use the spirit of exploration to discover. The existence of the Continent of Light is a secret at the highest level of the United Nations, and no government of any country can easily leak it to the outside world before the outbreak of war, which is why only dignitaries from various countries attending the meeting today, not even a single journalist or representative of non-governmental organizations, nor have there been facilities related to the news media, such as satellite broadcasting equipment, and the meeting time should be set for the evening. ”

"Mr. Secretary-General!" As soon as Sean's words fell, Luxenkov stood up with a look of anger on his face, "Hearing this, I kind of understand, this so-called human underground world representative seminar, the actual name is the Migration Persecution Conference!" ”

Sean was slightly stunned and asked Luxenkov: "Mr. President, why do you think so?" ”

Luxenkov pointed to the projection screen that was slowly being recycled and asked, "Isn't it?" I think this is a catastrophe that all mankind is facing, but those unfortunate events happen one after another, and the leaders of the world's major governments are kept in the dark, and many countries do not even know that they are resurrected people who collude with aliens after they capture terrorists! And you, as well as the President of the General Assembly, Ms. Sofia, and the Deputy Secretary-General, Mr. Vansetti, were aware of the meeting, as we can see. What's more, you are on the same side as these three representatives of the Underground Light Continent, and they are almost indistinguishable from each other! So this is a very unfair meeting and a very unfair future! Even if the powerful nuclear weapons of aliens have been pushed to the tip of our noses, do you think that the Chechen problem will be satisfactorily solved because of this? Can similar problems in the world melt like ice and snow because of the need for human beings to join forces to fight against foreign enemies? If not, you can imagine what a dangerous world it will become, and the weaker side may not even have a place to flee at that time! ”

"Yes, if you can't escape death, it's better to die on the ground with a bang!"

Luxenkov's accusations resonated with the attendees, but Secretary General Sean sat calmly behind the table, holding his little hammer neither refuting nor approving, staring at the speaker with a sharp gaze like a leopard.

The two sides were deadlocked for more than ten seconds, and Luxenkov couldn't bear it anymore, and asked weakly: "Mr. Pang Zelong, why don't you speak?" ”

So Sean spoke, but asked thoughtlessly, "Why can't you?" ”

"What?" Luxenkov was stunned, unable to confirm what he meant.

"I mean, why don't the hatreds and strife between the lives of different races, nationalities, political factions, and even individuals in this world melt like ice and snow one day? Is there really a knot that even the hand of death cannot untie? ”

In the venue of "this ......", Luxenkov was sweating profusely at some point. In normal times, he would have said to Sean in a mocking tone: "Young man, you are so naïve, idealizing international political issues as holding firewood for warmth, and in the end you will only burn yourself alive." ”

But at this moment, he couldn't say anything, so he had to sit back stupidly, and his eyes happened to meet the Russian president who was not far away, and the latter's resentful eyes seemed to say: Take care of your Crimea!

Sean had no words to continue, but one of them limped and walked in the direction of the podium in a hurry, and everyone looked at the strange old man who won the Nobel Prize in Physics, Scott.

"Guys," Scott tapped the microphone to make sure the sound was coming out clearly, but the noise from the friction forced many to clench their ears.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please allow me to say a few more words. Trust my story, it can give you some inspiration. Scott said.

Sean looked at his watch and reminded a little reluctantly: "You can tell your story, but note that it's only five minutes." ”

The five-minute limit didn't work for Robert, and Scott felt ostracized and pouted. But he couldn't resist, otherwise he might not even have five minutes, so he had to hurry up and speak.

"This time, I want to put aside all the twisting scientific theories, all the headaches of political topics, and the tone of those pretentious economists, and just talk about the lives of ordinary people, which is the story of my father and mother."

As soon as he said this, the people who had been deeply disgusted with him immediately pricked up their ears, and Robert smiled with satisfaction, he knew that Scott was starting to really show his edge.

"My mother, a Jeru-born Jew, grew up in the midst of war, and the family was able to make ends meet by small businesses such as selling naan," Scott said. My father, a Palestinian Arab, was dragged into the militia at the age of 14 and roamed around with a gun. When he was 20 years old, he met my mother while fighting against the Israeli army in Jerusalem, because he almost starved to death on the march, and my mother gave him a naan. It is because of that naan that I am in this world. ”

There was another chuckle between the seats, but it soon stopped. Sean looked at his watch again, five minutes were approaching, but he didn't say anything.

Scott continued: "Because of that naan, a 20-year-old Arab boy fell in love with a 16-year-old Jewish girl, who knew nothing, who had not studied history, who could not figure out the origin of the millennia-old ethnic hatred, and who did not know how the Zionist movement could explain it. They only know that the other party is the only and only world in the world in their own eyes, and the guns of the outside world are far away from them, because their world has completely merged together and become a kingdom exclusive to the two of them.

"However, if it is only a kingdom that exists in fairy tales, there will always be a day when it will be destroyed by reality. That day was when my mother found out she was pregnant and had me. ”