The Wallfacer: Everyone wants to break through my wall.

"The national economy is booming, but you are wasting your time here. As human beings, society has raised you to adulthood. Now that you are adults, shouldn't you make some contributions to society and give back to the society that raised you? I am truly ashamed for you."

"Life is so affluent now, what are you still not satisfied with? Think about more than half a century ago, when the first people went into space and worked hard in the universe. For them, even eating cabbage was a luxury. Now, as long as you are willing to work, eating meat every meal is not a problem. To put it bluntly, you are just lazy."

……

Lin Feng looked at the young man with a strange expression.

From his words, Lin Feng knew that this young man was not related to these people who had given up, yet he acted as if they were close friends and relatives, urging them to get back up and fight again.

He couldn't quite understand the behavior of young people.

After grumbling for a while, the young man was parched and panting.

The group of people who lay down simply looked at the young man with very calm eyes, without joy or sorrow.

"In another year, I will reach the age to inherit the family fortune. At that time, a million will be allocated to my account. If you still have even a little bit of unwillingness or passion to turn things around, stand up, don't lie down. Come with me to start a business and build our own wealth empire together," the young man said proudly.

However, the young people did not receive a response, only a long silence.

One of the people closest to the young man yawned.

"Yes, you're right, but none of this concerns me. *yawn*"

"I completely agree with your point of view. Even if you say one plus one equals five, you are still correct." The person next to him agreed. Everyone who lay down put on their headphones, no longer wanting to pay attention to the hustle and bustle of the world.

The young man's face turned pale with anger, and it seemed that despite all his words, these people remained unmoved.

"Damn it! A bunch of useless trash! Social garbage that can't be salvaged!"

"Once I've achieved success, even if you come begging me for a job, I won't give you a second glance!"

The young man left, grumbling and cursing.

Watching the young man's departing figure, Lin Feng glanced at the people lying down and turned to ask the disheveled man.

"Aren't you angry?"

The slovenly man shrugged. “I’m not angry. Every now and then, someone comes here to lecture us. We’re used to it. Besides, many people here used to be like this, telling others that hard work and perseverance will surely bring rewards.”

"Education that excessively highlights one's own uniqueness leads many minors, and even those who have just come of age, to assume that they are the protagonists in the story and to think about issues from the perspective of vested interests."

The disheveled man watched the young man's disappearing figure, sighed deeply, and then said...

"Think about it, if one-third of the people are free to live off others, the remaining people will have to put in 50% more effort. If half of the people are free to live off others, then the other half will have to put in 100% more effort. This kind of data structure is very easy to cause problems because people are not machines. Excessive work can easily lead to death from overwork. Therefore, expanding the base of people who are free to live off others is the only option that can make one more likely to become rich."

"Many people who encourage others to work hard think this way: if they can motivate those of us who are just lying around, it means that the number of workers in the market will increase, and the base of those who get something for nothing can be greatly expanded. Then, those who encourage others to work hard can use the start-up capital they have accumulated to extract the value of workers, accumulate more wealth, and achieve upward social mobility."

Lin Feng glanced again at the group of people lying on the ground listening to music.

These people understood this point, which is why they weren't swayed.

But you don't necessarily have to lie flat, right? You can do other things.

"Is it really good to live such a lazy life?" Lin Feng asked.

Seeing the slovenly man's surprised expression, Lin Feng added, "Don't misunderstand, I'm not trying to persuade you to go to work. I just think that since you have so much free time, why not do what you like to do? You must have some hobbies or something, right?"

Before the slovenly man could answer, a man with a full beard among the lying-down men replied.

"Hobbies are luxuries. Excessive desires will only increase your stress. People's stress comes from their own desires and the desires imposed on them by others. The more you want something, the greater the stress and the more troubles you will have. The greater the desires imposed on you by others, the greater your stress will be."

The bearded man wasn't wearing headphones, so he overheard Lin Feng's entire conversation with the slovenly man.

He was initially unwilling to pay attention to Lin Feng, but the questions Lin Feng asked piqued his interest in confiding in him.

The bearded man said, “What you see now is the lifestyle we all aspire to, living in our own barrels like Diogenes, contemplating Logos in our caves like Heraclitus. From your perspective, we are wasting our time, but in our eyes, you are wasting your time too, spending your whole life chasing money and striving, even abandoning your health, hobbies, and everything else, only to end up wasting your time for others.”

"If you live for a hundred years, that's only 36,500 days. After you die, after your descendants die, no one will remember you. If we push the timeline forward another twenty years, all traces of you in this world will disappear. You came into this world meaninglessly, and you will disappear from this world meaninglessly."

Nihilism: Since we can't take anything with us when we die, what is the meaning of our efforts? Is living in this world merely about providing surplus value to others? Or is it about extracting surplus value from others?

Lin Feng was about to say something when the slovenly man tugged at his sleeve. The man shook his head at Lin Feng and then said...

"Don't argue with them about these things, it's pointless. Even if the Trisolaran fleet arrives in the solar system tomorrow, these people will still choose to lie flat. Humanity and the universe are no longer important."

Chapter 167 Mathematical Painting School

After thinking for a moment, Lin Feng gave up talking to the bearded man.

The slovenly man said, "If you're looking for those who still have some aspirations and can lie flat, you can go to the commercial street; there are plenty there."

"Do those people lie on the ground like the people here?" Lin Feng asked rhetorically.

The slovenly man shook his head and replied, “No, these people enjoy life. They only work appropriately, earning enough to cover their rent and entertainment expenses. Simply put, they live for the moment and don’t save. If they still don’t have enough money, they will take out loans. Even if they are heavily in debt, they will not give up enjoying life in the present moment. Anyway, after they die, these debts will inevitably become bad debts.”

“Unlike these philosophers who have completely embraced nihilism, those hedonists believe in ‘giving life to the years, not giving years to life.’”

Lin Feng looked enlightened. Everyone has a different understanding of life, and therefore a different kind of life. Some people want to live the life of an ordinary person, while others want to live a life of mediocrity, almost like a vagrant.

These are simply different understandings of life from different individuals.

Lin Feng left the poorest part of the space city and communicated directly with his companions on the other side via radio.

"What's the situation over there now?" Lin Feng asked.

A banquet is underway.

The companion controlled Lin Feng's mechanical double, talking to the people around him while communicating with Lin Feng.

"Let's switch back," Lin Feng said.

"learn."

From a subjective perspective, it was as if Lin Feng had teleported from outside the hotel to the banquet hall inside the hotel.

A diplomat from the New Ireland Community sitting next to Lin Feng was chatting with him about international aid without realizing it.

"Regarding international aid, I think..."

He went on and on, but in short, the idea was that in order to prevent them from completely siding with the Taylor faction and to maintain their neutrality, the Taylor faction should provide them with some appropriate assistance.

If the Taylor faction can provide some international assistance to their New Ireland Community, the New Ireland Community will provide a certain degree of political support to the Taylor faction, expanding the Taylor faction's influence in the cosmic political sphere.

The method of getting money from both sides is really great. Obtaining aid from various human forces other than the Taylor system, such as the Space Force, has made the New Ireland Community somewhat bloated.

Lin Feng was too lazy to argue with this guy, and had other ideas.

“We can agree to these aids, but we need you to open up a two-way immigration policy.”

"Two-way immigration? Is the Taylor system short of people?"

The senior official of the New Ireland Community was taken aback. He hadn't expected Lin Feng to make such a request, so he became more cautious and subtly probed from the sidelines.

"The key issue is the lack of highly skilled personnel; we need to bring in some talent," Lin Feng chuckled.

The high-ranking official nodded knowingly. "I see. We are very happy to sign a two-way immigration agreement with you."

The high-ranking officials did not understand Lin Feng's intention in requesting two-way immigration, but considering the surge in the number of people lying down in the space city every now and then, it might not be a bad thing to dump these people on the Taylor system, as this would be conducive to the stability of the new Irish community.

With artificial insemination technology and education, it seems like there's no end to the exploitation of people like leeks.

The only thing that still gives the government a headache is those who have completely given up on life. Those who choose to live for the moment and give up at least stimulate consumption, but those who give up completely have completely taken a detached view of life.

After the banquet, Lin Feng and his entourage returned to their rooms. One of the entourage, who had learned about the situation from Lin Feng, asked him some questions with confusion.

Why don't you just ask the New Irish Community to change its social structure?

“If they are unwilling, we can take coercive measures,” the accompanying person said.

Lin Feng rolled his eyes. Doing it that way would only make things more complicated.

"Acting rashly won't solve anything. The social contradictions in the New Ireland Community haven't accumulated to the point where the government needs to be overthrown. Relying on force to act swiftly will only backfire in the end," Lin Feng said.

"The purpose of the two-way migration agreement is to accelerate it."

Upon hearing this, the person accompanying him looked enlightened. After thinking for a moment, Lin Feng assigned the person another task.

"By the way, have the fleet anchored outside the asteroid belt contact those 'lying-down' people in the asteroid belt and inform them about the two-way immigration agreement between the Taylor System and the New Ireland Community. The Taylor System welcomes them to live in the Taylor System."

"Ok."

……

"What's wrong? Did you run into a problem?"

A few days later, the person accompanying him came to report to Lin Feng, who noticed the person's worried expression.

The companion lamented, "Most of the layabouts in the asteroid belt are willing to live in the space cities belonging to the Taylor series, but there are some who refuse to leave the asteroid belt."

Lin Feng frowned. He hadn't expected that the people in the asteroid belt would refuse to go to the Taylor system.

"Why? Do you feel hopeless even living in the Taylor system?"

"No, it's for other reasons," the person accompanying him replied.

Lin Feng thought for a moment and then asked.

"how many people?"

"Three."

Lin Feng said, "It's not that many. I'll go and talk to them directly. Living in a makeshift shelter inside a meteorite like this, we might die any day now."

Led by another mechanical double accompanying him, Lin Feng's other mechanical double departed from the Taylor fleet and headed to one of the meteorite dwellings.

Upon entering the meteorite dwelling, the first thing Lin Feng saw was a huge oil painting that occupied the front wall, measuring five meters in length and width.

Lin Feng was immediately captivated by the painting the moment he saw it.

His intuition told him that this painting was extraordinary.

"This painting..."

What's wrong?

Following Lin Feng's gaze, the accompanying person also saw the oil painting that occupied the entire wall.

“I think it’s very special,” Lin Feng said.

The companion shrugged indifferently, “Learning from Van Gogh’s techniques in the Post-Impressionist school.”

Lin Feng's gaze shifted to the side, where there was a blackboard with many equations written in chalk on it, and several photos of the sun were held down on the blackboard with magnets.

"What are those formulas? Do you need formulas to draw?" Lin Feng asked.

The person accompanying him walked over, compared the formulas on the blackboard with the oil painting several times, and then looked enlightened.