"It's so miserable, how can this be? What the CIA did was outrageous!"

"Oh my God, I couldn't believe the CIA was detaining an academic for no reason until a second ago. But now, I have to believe it! Looking at his helpless eyes, I feel like my heart is broken!"

"It's Teacher Wang! It's really Teacher Wang! Abominable Americans, abominable CIA! If you can't beat you, you won't be afraid of retribution! Looking at Teacher Wang's dark circles, it is obvious that she hasn't slept for several days! His voice is hoarse like this, and he probably hasn't even drunk saliva! Teacher Wang has suffered ......."

The intelligence director's face turned dark, and he secretly cursed: He hasn't slept for several days? Is it better for him to sleep better than anyone else! His hoarse voice is caused by singing every day and disturbing the people, and it is our business!

But the intelligence chief couldn't say that, because no one believed him.

"Friends from the media, I would like to explain the misunderstanding between our CIA and Mr. Wang Yong. The intelligence chief stood on the steps and said.

"What is there to explain? Mr. Wang has been beaten like this by you, and you still say that you misunderstood, and the ghost believes it!" said a Chinese reporter angrily.

"Yes, your CIA has indeed gone too far, and even tortured a scholar! If it was just a misunderstanding, would you use torture? Is it true that your CIA has always used such a bad method against suspects? Please explain to this gentleman in charge. Several other foreign journalists also questioned fiercely.

When the intelligence director heard this, he couldn't help but feel a pain in his head.

What he hates the most in his life is dealing with these reporters, this group of people can say that the round is flat, and the dead are alive, and it is not made up, but it is a matter of fact, which makes people have to believe it.

In this way, the subjects they interviewed suffered. Some distorted words admit that they are not, and if they do not admit it, they will only bear the stigma in the end.

After all, there are some similarities between these media routines and the CIA's style of acting.

The intelligence director really wanted to shout out "Since they are born from the same root, why is it too anxious to fry each other".

"I think it's important to explain this reporter's question. We at the CIA have always abided by U.S. laws and regulations, and will never use torture to extract confessions from anyone. ”

Faced with the intelligence director's defense, the reporters rolled their eyes.

If anyone really had evidence of your torture in their hands, they would still report it? Directly issue a press release, and it will immediately make headlines around the world.

The intelligence chief simply had no fear, knowing that the reporters were unlikely to get any evidence.

"Mr. Director, we don't want to hear your official words, nor do we want to listen to your CIA excuses that have always been lame. Could we please let us interview Mr. Wang Yong?" said an American reporter, handing over the microphone.

The intelligence director glanced at Wang Yong, and then shook his head firmly: "Mr. Wang Yong is too frightened, he may not be convenient to be interviewed now." We are prepared to send him to the best hospital for treatment, and we will actively negotiate follow-up compensation, and in short, the CIA is willing to take responsibility for the mistakes made. ”

As soon as these words came out, the reporter was in an uproar.

Don't let Wang Yong be interviewed?

Immediately, a reporter wanted to bypass the security barrier and forcibly interview Wang Yong.

But before the reporter could get close, he was dragged away by a security guard.

"You are trampling on the principle of freedom of interviews! I will write an article to expose you!" the reporter shouted.

The intelligence director snorted coldly: "Freedom of interview cannot ignore national security, your behavior just now is already equivalent to attacking state departments, and you have not been brought to justice." If you insist on writing, then I don't mind pursuing your actions just now. ”

The reporter froze, and his momentum weakened a little.

It's just that journalists from other countries frowned at the same time, and their bad feelings for the CIA increased again.

"Come on, send Mr. Wang Yong to the hospital. The intelligence director said that he was going to take Wang Yong away.

It's just that at this time, Wang Yong raised his right hand weakly and said, "Wait...... One time. ”

His expression and voice were like those of a dry traveler in the desert, on the verge of death.

"Can you give me a glass of water?" Wang Yong requested.

"I have it here!" a British female reporter looked at it with tears in her eyes, and ran forward to hand Wang Yong a bottle of mineral water.

Wang Yong took it tremblingly, twisted it for a long time before unscrewing it, and then couldn't wait to pour it into his mouth.

Grunting, a bottle of water was drunk in a blink of an eye, Wang Yong wiped his mouth unfinished, and laughed happily.

The reporters in the audience had red eyes and couldn't bear it.

What has the CIA tortured people into! A bottle of cheap mineral water can make people smile so happily! It makes people sad and cry when they hear it.

The intelligence director was full of black lines at this time, if it weren't for the presence of so many reporters, the intelligence director really wanted to give Wang Yong a thumbs up: This acting skills, take it!

thought that after Wang Yong finished these scenes, he could leave.

Who knew that Wang Yong still refused to leave, but staggered forward, stood firmly, and looked at the reporters in the audience with a trace of solemnity and determination.

"I have something to say, and I ask you to help me get it across. Thank you!"

Saying that, Wang Yong bowed deeply.

"Mr. Wang, don't worry, we will definitely convey it to you as it is!" Several Asian reporters expressed their opinions.

"Seeking truth and seeking truth has always been the principle of our BBC, Mr. Wang, please relax! There will be no deletion or distortion of your speech!" The British reporter also said.

"We also promise to do our best to spread the word!"

"So do we!"

The reporters in the audience were all infected by Wang Yong at this time, looked at Wang Yong with emotion, and shouted loudly.

The intelligence director had a faint sense of foreboding in his heart, and wanted to stop Wang Yong, but he didn't dare. For fear that Wang Yong would take advantage of the situation to make another wave, the CIA would really jump into the Yellow River and not be able to wash it away.

Wang Yong bowed again and thanked him, and then said slowly in a hoarse voice: "I also have a dream, a dream that is deeply rooted in the history of human development.

2,000 years ago, a man named Zhang Qian went to the Western Regions and opened up the Silk Road from China to the Mediterranean countries; 600 years ago, a man named Marco Polo left Venice and went to live in a strange oriental country for 17 years, so that the people of the East and the West could understand each other's culture; soon after, China immediately sent a man named Zheng He to the West seven times to connect a maritime Silk Road that is still of great significance to this day; two hundred years ago, Western culture entered a period of high-speed explosion, and then used strong ships to bombard the barrier of the ancient East, completing the process of cultural spread of Western learning to the East.

For more than 2,000 years, both the East and the West have not rested on their laurels and stuck to a corner, but have used their lives and blood to forge ahead with a blend of cultures. From the moment humanity stepped out of the African continent, it was destined for the ultimate fate - integration.

The last century was a century of Western learning from the East. The people of the East have learned about Western culture and absorbed Western ideas with blood and tears. Now, in the era when Western countries are controlling the world's trends of thought, should we also let the Eastern culture feed back? Let the Eastern culture have a fair blend?

We don't have strong ships, we don't have opium, we don't have any intrigues! We just want to peacefully show our culture to people in other countries!

But even so, they are still discriminated against and hostile by some people.

Although I came to the United States today, to this land known for its freedom and democracy, I have encountered injustice. But I still have a dream, a dream that I will not hesitate to pay for my life!

I dream that one day, Oriental culture can also be understood by Westerners, and truly realize the mantra that 'culture has no borders';

I dream of a day when the Chinese will be able to sit down with the Americans on McKinley Hill and talk about Taoist nature and logical positivism;

I dream of a day when even in a place like the CIA, where cultural discrimination is rampant, there will be a room full of staff members who are interested in discussing Eastern ideas;

I dream that one day, any scholar from another country will no longer be discriminated against, but can be sincerely accepted by everyone.

I dream that one day, the mountains will become smooth roads, the vast seas will become land, and the blending of cultures will make there no longer be distance and estrangement between human beings.

There is no discrimination, no oppression, no distinction between East and West, and the hymn of cultural freedom is sung all over the world!

I have a dream, which winds from the 21,000-kilometer Great Wall of China;

I have a dream that rises from Mt. Fuji, where the Oriental cherry blossoms bloom.

I have a dream that rises from the green grass of the Thames;

I have a dream that rises from the smoke and flames of the Kamchatka volcanoes;

I have a dream that rises from the sunset over the Rocky Mountains;

I have a dream to sing from every corner of the world!

When it resounded all over the world, we finally believed the saying:

Culture is free!"

Wang Yong's tone changed from low and slow at the beginning, to impassioned, until finally, the emotions became more and more excited, and the hoarse voice was like an incessant cry, filling the eardrums of everyone present.

All the reporters were stunned.

Their eyes sparkled with excitement, as if they had heard the voice of God. They couldn't help but dance with Wang Yong's speech, like Wang Yong's most devout believers.

When Wang Yong's last word fell, the reporters suddenly burst into thunderous applause.

Prolonged.

They had a hunch that this speech, called "I also have a dream", would soon become popular all over the world.

Not only because the content of the speech is wonderful enough, but also because it represents the dream of all peace-loving human beings!

Culture knows no borders, and knowledge knows no race. Culture is free!

"Thank you for your patience and goodbye. Wang Yong finished speaking softly, turned around and walked towards the CIA.

The resolute back with a strong sense of grandeur made many reporters pick up their cameras and freeze this classic scene in the history of world culture.

Behind him, the CIA's intelligence chief was about to cry.

Big brother, we're going to take you to the hospital, not to re-arrest you! Please, spare us, okay?