The Wallfacer: Everyone wants to break through my wall.

It's not appropriate to take action against the Trisolaran civilization now; the Doomsday War has already shown that they cannot defeat the Trisolarans.

So some people wanted to find out the reason.

What are you going to the Trisolaran system for?

"Meeting someone I met online," Lin Feng said.

"???"

The core members froze, their minds going blank.

Meeting someone you met online?

In the Trisolaran system?

Did their great Mr. Taylor travel four light-years just to meet an online friend?

There are so many things I want to complain about!

"Male or female?" a core member asked instinctively.

"female."

Lin Feng answered, but then hesitated. The Trisolarans seemed to have no gender. He referred to Ryogoku as "she" because Ryogoku appeared as a young girl.

Upon hearing Lin Feng's reply, the core members of the Taylor Group looked at Lin Feng with a subtle change in their gaze.

"Is this female netizen pretty?" a core member asked cautiously in a low voice.

"It's not a matter of whether she's pretty or not, she's the kind of person who is very... very special, and very important to me."

"In short, you all need to get ready quickly; this is part of the plan."

Lin Feng seemed a little impatient. It wasn't that he was annoyed by the core members of the Taylor faction asking him all sorts of questions, but rather that he was unsettled after learning about Liang Gong's situation.

"Ah...we need you to provide specific requirements, such as how high the spaceship's speed should be, and what additional functions the spaceship needs to have. These are all issues that need to be considered."

One of the core members, holding a recording pen, looked troubled.

Lin Feng pondered, "The speed should be as high as possible, preferably close to the speed of light. I don't want to travel for seventy or eighty years to reach the Trisolaran system. At most, I should travel in space for six years, not a year more."

With clear standards in place, the core members of the Taylor system began to conceive of spaceships.

"The spacecraft can reach this speed without any problem, but you will need to withstand extremely high G-speed. Even the deep-sea solution may not be able to help you withstand such high G-speed."

"We can adopt a design approach of accelerating and then gradually decelerating, and we can also put a plasma shield in front of the spacecraft, killing two birds with one stone."

"That is indeed one way."

Those present had a professional understanding of spaceships, or rather, the Taylors generally had a good understanding of engineering and construction. A simple discussion was enough to set the general framework.

"Do you have anything else to add?" a core member asked.

Lin Feng thought for a moment, then walked a few steps out of the conference room with his hands behind his back and replied, "I also plan to bring back a lot of local specialties from the Trisolaran system. I roughly estimate that it may be around ten tons, so the spaceship needs to have a certain amount of cargo space and enough fuel."

"...local specialties?"

The Taylors, members of the group, doubted their ears and asked uncertainly.

Lin Feng retorted matter-of-factly, "What's the problem? Who says I can't bring back some local specialties when I travel to the Trisolaran system? If the local Trisolarans are hospitable and give me a lot of local specialties, and I end up not being able to bring any back, wouldn't I be at a huge loss?"

Although they had many complaints they wanted to voice, it was their wise and powerful Mr. Taylor's request, and fulfilling it was the Taylor Group's duty.

The core members discussed the proposed solutions, and ultimately, the antimatter extreme spaceship design, which had shone brightly in virtual space exercises, became the design template because it disregarded combat and focused solely on acceleration.

Modifying an existing template is much easier and saves more time and money than redesigning a spaceship.

"You guys calculate how many years it would take to travel back and forth," Lin Feng said.

One core member said, "Using an extreme design that includes both acceleration and deceleration time, it will take about twelve years."

"That's acceptable."

Lin Feng nodded upon hearing that the journey would take a long time.

However, another core member reminded Lin Feng, "However, the preparation period will be relatively long. We need to collect enough antimatter as fuel. If we rely on nuclear fusion, although your time in the Trisolaran system will be very short, the return journey will be very long."

The production of antimatter is complicated and the yield is low. Stockpiling antimatter across light-years is not a preparation that can be completed in a short period of time.

But soon, someone came up with a solution.

"There are many anti-hydrogen clouds left over from the apocalyptic battles floating in space, which we can collect and use as fuel for our spaceship."

"In this way, the preparation time for raising antimatter can be greatly reduced. If the salvage operation of the spacecraft is carried out 24 hours a day, the preparation can be completed in just one year."

The core members who recalculated the timeline were given a one-year preparation period. In other words, if they returned and included the preparation period, it would only take thirteen years.

"Then it's settled."

Lin Feng ultimately approved the long-distance voyage plan.

……

The news that Lin Feng was going to the Trisolaran system quickly spread on the internet.

It's impossible for it not to spread. The Taylor system made such a big commotion and even used a giant magnetic railgun against the Trisolaran system. Anyone would want to know what was going on, and the Earth government certainly wouldn't ignore it.

The largest social circle among humans in the solar system, the Pan-Human Community, is discussing this issue with the most enthusiasm.

"Have you heard? Feng Taylor is going to the Trisolaran system to meet up with an online friend."

"Nonsense, they're clearly going on a trip to the Trisolaran system. Didn't you see any news saying they'd bring back local specialties?"

Of course, there are many onlookers, and naturally, there are also many conspiracy theorists.

"Where did you all hear these rumors? Traveling four light-years just for tourism? Did you get your head caught in a door? And those who said they were meeting people they met online, are your brains not fully developed yet? Where is the internet in the Trisolaran system? Without the internet, where do you get online friends? Where are the social media platforms?"

"Then tell me, what was Feng Taylor's purpose in going to the Trisolaran system?" the onlookers asked, dissatisfied.

Conspiracy theorists offer the explanation: "Of course, it's to plunder the Trisolarans' technology. Didn't you see the news? Feng Taylor is going to the Trisolaran system to bring back local specialties. You may not know what the Trisolaran system is like, but you should at least know what the Trisolaran game is like, right? With the harsh environment of the Trisolarans, what local specialties could they possibly have? Rocks? What they'll definitely bring back is a whole bunch of the Trisolarans' advanced technology."

"High-tech? What if they bring back another bunch of water droplets and a few more apocalyptic battles? My heart can't take the shock," someone mocked.

Conspiracy theorists replied, "That's where Feng Taylor's brilliance lies. He personally went and used his own eyes to check the safety. During the last doomsday battle, he warned everyone that the droplets were dangerous and to prepare for battle, but no one listened because they disregarded his judgment just because he was from two centuries ago."

"Looking at history, Feng Taylor can almost be said to have been leading the progress of the human world. The little tricks of the Trisolarans could not fool him at all. Moreover, the spaceship and the human world communicate in real time. If he was killed by the Trisolarans, the human world would know immediately."

The conspiracy theorists' explanations resonated with many intelligent people on the internet, while the general public followed suit with praise.

"Makes sense."

"So that's what happened."

"As expected of a Wallfacer."

"As expected of Feng Taylor."

"No wonder they are one of the builders of the deterrence system."

……

A week after the trip to the Trisolaran system was scheduled, human representatives gathered one after another to visit Lin Feng, filling his already small home to capacity.

Lin Feng doesn't like houses that are too big; they make him feel empty.

But now he regrets it. The room is packed with people, a couple hundred people crammed into a space of a few dozen square meters. Only a few people have a place to sit, and everyone else has to stand.

"What are you all doing? Why are you all coming to my house?" Lin Feng's eyes twitched slightly.

The rotating chairman, sitting on the sofa next to Lin Feng, replied with a kind smile, "We've been informed that you've refused to attend all the meetings we've been told about, so we have no choice but to come here to discuss things with you."

You bunch of bullies...

"But I don't have enough seats for you all," Lin Feng said, troubled.

However, to Lin Feng's surprise, these prominent figures answered in unison.

"It's okay, it's okay, we can stand up, it's not tiring at all."

"..."

Don't you people have any shame?

"So what would you representatives like to discuss with me?" Lin Feng asked with a forced smile.

The American representative shoved away the large buttocks pressing down on his head and immediately interrupted, "You are the envoy who marks humanity's first face-to-face contact with the Trisolarans..."

"Wait a minute, I think you've all misunderstood the starting point."

Lin Feng interrupted the American representative's speech and then explained, "I, Feng Taylor, have no official status in the Trisolaran system. I represent neither the Taylor system nor all of humanity. Don't pin any responsibilities or obligations on me. I only represent myself. My purpose in going to the Trisolaran system is to meet an online friend. It's that simple, understand?"

The Australian representative, who had just been shoved in the backside by the American representative, chuckled as he sat behind the sofa where the American representative was sitting.

“Understood, of course we understand. So, could you sign a technology sharing agreement with us? Rest assured, these agreements do not require you to provide the technology for free. We will pay a price. This is a deal that can help the Taylor Group recover faster.”

You guys don't understand anything!

Your meager interests are nothing!

I just want to be a man and keep the promise I made two centuries ago!

Lin Feng kept his composure; no matter what, he couldn't afford to lose face because of these unreasonable people.

"I don't want to waste any more words. Everyone, please leave on your own. I have no intention of going to the Trisolaran system to ask the Trisolaran world for technology. Those who have such thoughts can leave. I can't give you anything."

Lin Feng gave him the order to leave.

Upon hearing this, the French representative chimed in, "Mr. Taylor is right. Those who hold such views should leave immediately and not spoil everyone's mood."

Then, the French representative said to Lin Feng with a fawning smile, "Mr. Taylor, I am different from these people. I have a deep respect for the Trisolaran world."

"I heard you're planning to go to the Three-Body world and want to bring back some local specialties. I'd like you to bring one back for me too. Don't worry, it's not much, one is enough."

"Different my ass! It's still the same old thing! Do you think I'm an idiot?"

Lin Feng couldn't help but roll his eyes and retorted irritably, "What if I bring back local dust?"

“That’s good too. Even stones are valuable for research,” the French representative said.

"Since you say so, then I'm relieved. I'll bring back a small item weighing no more than half a gram for you." Lin Feng agreed to the French representative's request to bring back something weighing half a gram. As for what that half gram could be, Lin Feng would decide; it could be a stone or sand.

Lin Feng then turned his gaze to the others, "What about you? Do you need any small items?"

"This one……"

The other representatives hesitated. What could half a gram of material possibly contain? A water droplet weighs more than half a gram; they couldn't possibly fill them all with sophons, could they? Even if they wanted it, the Trisolarans might not give it to them.

"It seems we don't need to."