The Wallfacer: Everyone wants to break through my wall.

Lin Feng realized that living well does not equate to having high assets. He had seen many such people two centuries ago.

The people he sees now are the so-called 'upper class' and 'wealthy ladies' of the past.

Bozhilov continued, "There are quite a few smart people. It's not that no one sees through this, but they can't change it. With food, clothing, and shelter all taken care of, it's hard for people to cause trouble like they did hundreds of years ago, let alone with the current appeasement policy. So they all choose a life of luxury and debauchery. Some who are unwilling to admit defeat will choose to come to our Taylor faction, or simply take a knife, stab someone at random, and then commit suicide."

"The world is in chaos right now. Politicians and tycoons are fighting for power and profit, and the lower classes are also in sharp conflict due to the severe gap between the rich and the poor. They are only temporarily suppressed by pacifiers and appeasement policies..."

As Bozhilov was giving Lin Feng a more comprehensive explanation of the complexities of modern Earth society, a voice interrupted their conversation.

"Oh my god! It's Feng Taylor! No wonder he looked so familiar!"

"So he was Feng Taylor!"

"Oh, he's so ugly, he looks just like that white baboon I saw at the zoo when I was a kid."

How did he have the courage to sit next to that beautiful Trisolaran?

……

A group of people chattered and took photos of Lin Feng from a distance with their phones, like tourists visiting a zoo.

"I need them to shut up," Lin Feng said calmly.

"When?" Bozhilov asked respectfully.

"Now."

Chapter 246 A Tragedy Caused by a Phone Call

Lin Feng watched as Bozhilov made a phone call, and then the crowd that had just been noisy suddenly burst into groans.

"Do not--!"

"how so!"

"me……"

Many people broke down in tears, as if their closest relatives had passed away. Some even collapsed, foaming at the mouth, as if they were having an epileptic seizure.

Lin Feng glanced at the group of people in the distance, shrouded in despair, with great surprise. The anger that had been stirred up by those people subsided considerably.

Lin Feng had no doubt that Bozhilov couldn't shut up those sissies in the distance.

To his surprise, Bozhilov shut up the sissies in just one or two minutes with a single phone call.

"What happened?" Lin Feng asked.

Bozhilov put his phone away and explained, "I called the William family."

"William? And then? Why did they react this way?" Lin Feng couldn't figure out the cause and effect at first.

Bozhilov took a sip of black tea and replied, "As I told you before, 1% of people in today's human society control 99.999% of the wealth, and most people have more debt than assets."

“The William family used surveillance equipment in our vicinity to identify these people, then used big data to find their identities, and then made a phone call to the bank to seize all their assets. The result is what you see now: these people have become penniless and heavily indebted, so they are all desperate.”

Lin Feng looked at the group of effeminate men in the distance again, and a sense of understanding appeared in his eyes.

No wonder there was that reaction earlier. All assets are being forced to cover debts. In this era of extreme digitalization and automation, even taking a long trip has become a problem.

It's clearly impossible for this group of effeminate men, who have been so thoroughly objectified, to learn from those who, two centuries ago, grew tired of the city and retreated to the mountains to cultivate the land.

A short while later, Lin Feng saw the sound of police sirens coming from afar, and the car that had been flying in mid-air came to a stop.

"Are those debt collectors from the bank?" Lin Feng asked curiously.

Bozhilov shook his head and explained, "No, it's the police. These people don't even have money for food tomorrow. They can't just starve to death on the streets, can they? Even if we soften the policy and turn these people into spineless cowards, hunger will still awaken their violent instincts."

"To prevent trouble, the police will come in time to take these penniless people away beforehand to avoid chaos."

Lin Feng asked in surprise, "These people aren't going to run away? They're just going to wait here obediently?"

"How can they run? With skinny arms and legs, and wearing high heels, how can they outrun a police car?" Bozhilov chuckled, then continued, "Besides, with such advanced positioning technology these days, there's no way they can hide; they're easy to find."

"It's better to be taken away by the police than to run away and starve to death. At the very least, the police will provide food."

Lin Feng saw many police officers getting out of the police car, and without exception, all of them were extremely handsome, or rather, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that they were stunningly beautiful.

"I simply don't know what to say. Even the police are so effeminate. Shi Qiang would probably swear if he saw them."

Watching the group of effeminate men being taken away in the distance, Lin Feng couldn't help but complain at the sight. But then he stopped talking as he realized that he had only been gone for thirteen years. Ding Yi hadn't died of old age yet, so Shi Qiang certainly wouldn't either.

This differs from the original work, where the feminized society evolved over several decades, while the feminized society he is seeing now has not been formed for very long.

"Um...wait a minute, Shi Qiang!"

“It’s only been thirteen years. There must be quite a few hibernators who resist the softening policy, right?” Lin Feng looked at Bozhilov.

Lin Feng simply couldn't believe that someone like Shi Qiang could accept the current feminized society. He had only been gone for thirteen years, and there were many people like Shi Qiang among the hibernators. These people hadn't even died of old age yet, so there was no reason for the mainstream culture to change so quickly.

“Many of the hibernators have chosen to hibernate again,” Bozhilov replied.

"What happened?" Lin Feng asked.

Bozhilov explained, "There are many reasons, one of the more mainstream ones is that people can't stand the atmosphere of a feminized society."

"In a feminine society that values ​​beauty, there are many rugged men among the hibernators. Naturally, they cannot bear the contemptuous gazes from society, so they choose to hibernate, out of sight, out of mind, waiting for humanity to conquer the 'non-existence' research direction you originally set, so that humanity can disappear from the universe and achieve complete safety."

By analogy, this is equivalent to the contempt of the educated for the uneducated, the disdain of the rich for the poor, and the pity of the powerful for the homeless.

No one can stand such contempt from all levels of society.

Either join in and become handsome or beautiful along with mainstream society, or withdraw and hibernate while waiting for mainstream culture to change.

Of course, there are political manipulators behind this. All of these events are attempts by doves to seize political discourse power in human society.

Politics is a multiplayer game; the more people involved, the louder the voice and the stronger the power.

Those who are unwilling to join the doves' political game are put into hibernation by the doves. Hibernation silences them, making the doves' voices grow louder. Once many people in the hibernating society are in hibernation, only the voices of the younger generation remain, and the mainstream culture is naturally and rapidly changed.

"No wonder things changed so quickly..." Lin Feng muttered to himself. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The situation was a bit bad, but not too bad. At least it wasn't as bad as in the original story.

"Let's go back to space."

Lin Feng spoke to Bozhilov with little interest.

"Why don't you stay a few more days? There are many novel things in today's society that we didn't have before. You might like them." Bozhilov glanced at Liang Gong, who was holding a milk tea.

"What can I do? Others don't want me to rest any longer."

Lin Feng sighed. Society is becoming more feminized. If this continues, he'll surely crash and burn.

In fact, as early as when Lin Feng found it difficult to interfere with the education of other political entities, he had guessed that feminization would be hard to stop in the future. But he never expected that feminization would occur in the short thirteen years that he went to the Trisolaran star system.

Originally, according to his plan, the Taylor system would rapidly recover its strength in these thirteen years. Then, after returning from the Trisolaran system, he would rely on the power of the Taylor system to indirectly influence other human political entities and extinguish the feminist trend once signs of feminization appeared in human society.

But, to my utter surprise...

Lin Feng and his group got up and left. Their departure did not attract attention. Although Lin Feng and his group were 'ugly' in the underground city, the group of effeminate men who had been stripped of their wealth and turned into paupers and were crying all over the place were more eye-catching.

However, there was a group of people whose eyes were focused on Lin Feng and his group from beginning to end.

No, it's all focused on Lin Feng; their target for this trip is Lin Feng.

Chapter 247 Do you think I'm dangerous?

Inside a black flying car parked more than forty meters away from Lin Feng, a beautiful woman with wavy hair was holding a phone and speaking in an extremely rude tone.

The voice was shrill, but you could barely make out that it was a man's.

"What's going on? Why hasn't the order to attack been given yet? If we keep waiting like this, Feng Taylor will be leaving." The wavy-haired 'beauty' cursed angrily while holding the communicator.

The other end of the communicator replied, "We just retrieved intelligence from the surveillance system. There is a thousand-strong Marine Corps hidden nearby. Taylor's ground forces can crush any country. Don't be impulsive and go there to your death."

"So we're just going to watch like this? Let the opportunity we have go to waste?"

The wavy-haired "beauty" asked anxiously, glancing at Lin Feng and his group who had already walked away, her emotions becoming even more irritable.

The wavy-haired "beauty" said, "What did they say at the meeting? This is the only chance! If we miss this opportunity, we'll never be able to achieve our goal again!"

"I'll say it again, don't act impulsively," came the reply from the other end of the communicator.

The wavy-haired "beauty" angrily threw the communicator aside, kicked the car in the cockpit, and cursed as she kicked.

"Damn it, they said in the meeting that they absolutely couldn't miss this opportunity, but when the opportunity was right in front of them, they chickened out."

"A bunch of spineless cowards!"

"Coward!"

"Captain Zhang, what's the next step?" asked the long-haired 'beauty' wearing glasses, sitting in the passenger seat.

"Never mind them, we'll do it ourselves. We can't miss this opportunity. Feng Taylor must be captured alive," the wavy-haired 'beauty' called Captain Zhang said through gritted teeth.

boom!

Lin Feng and his group hadn't gone far when they heard a series of explosions.

Firelight and smoke enveloped them completely.

"Attack! Alert!"

Bozhilov used his personal communicator to call for reinforcements from nearby lurking individuals, and shielded Lin Feng behind him.

However, this attack was specifically aimed at Lin Feng.

From the chaotic crowd, tear gas canisters were thrown from an unknown direction, and in an instant, the area where Lin Feng and his group were located was covered in smoke and tear gas.

Amidst the chaos, Lin Feng suddenly felt his wrist being grabbed, as if someone was trying to forcibly drag him away.

But then, the hand that was holding Lin Feng loosened its grip, and Lin Feng heard a crisp sound of bones breaking, followed by a scream from a very high-pitched male voice.

Then, Lin Feng heard Liang Gong suddenly call out to him.

"Get down!"

Then, gunshots echoed around Lin Feng.

I don't know how much time passed, but the smoke dissipated.

Lin Feng stood up and saw that Liang Gong was standing next to a woman with wavy hair, holding her arm behind her back with one hand, which was already dislocated, and holding a semi-automatic rifle in the other hand.

The strap of the semi-automatic rifle was tightening around Suzumiya's feet. The woman with wavy hair rolled her eyes, looking miserable.

In the distance, there was a mass of fallen people. They were all wearing military equipment and bulletproof vests, clearly not ordinary people. But all of them were lying on the ground, some already dead, some with their hands and feet ripped apart by bullets. Even if they had guns, they couldn't pick them up to hurt anyone.