The Wallfacer: Everyone wants to break through my wall.

“You’re right, Martian government representative.”

Lin Feng nodded calmly, then opened a pop-up window and gave an order to the other end of the pop-up.

"Industrial fleet in Mars orbit, listen up! Launch antimatter bombs and destroy Mars."

Originally, the representatives present all thought that Lin Feng was bluffing. After all, that was a human colony planet, and Lin Feng's behavior was completely anti-human.

The more significant problem is that there is no benefit to be gained from this; the miniature black holes created by the antimatter bombs could even drag in industrial fleets in near orbit.

But just a few minutes later, the representative of the Martian government suddenly stood up and shouted at Lin Feng in utter terror.

"No! You can't do that!"

The Martian government's military radar detected that the Taylor-class industrial fleet had indeed dropped an object onto Mars, and after observation through various means, it was confirmed that what was dropped was indeed a bomb.

“I can do that,” Lin Feng replied decisively.

The Martian government representative slumped back down and burst into tears like a child, just like the core members of the Taylor faction after the apocalyptic war.

Three minutes later, the bomb exploded with tremendous force, shearing off half the height of Mount Olympus. The shockwave circled Mars from the point of explosion, then back over the point of explosion, repeating this cycle several times.

However, its power is not great enough; at least compared to antimatter bombs that can create miniature black holes, it is much smaller.

Just as the delegates were wondering what was going on, the pop-up window that Lin Feng had opened provided an answer.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Taylor, the operator who dropped the bomb was too nervous and made a mistake. He has been executed on the spot, and the antimatter bomb will be dropped in the next round."

The Martian government representative, having survived the ordeal, quickly spoke up, "Wait! Feng Taylor, our Martian government retracts its condemnation of the Taylor Group!"

"Whether you take it back or not is none of my business," Lin Feng rolled his eyes.

"What exactly do you want? Just to start a civil war among humans and destroy everything? You madman!" The Martian government representative shouted angrily.

"My goal is simple: for Mars and Earth to unconditionally accept the administrative reforms proposed by the Taylor system, faithfully implement the terms of the 'Spring of Workers,' redistribute social resources, narrow the gap between the rich and the poor, reshape the mainstream social culture, establish a Ministry of Human Integrated Education, and centrally manage the collective education of human civilization," Lin Feng replied calmly.

The representatives present were all taken aback when they heard the conditions Lin Feng mentioned.

"Just... just for this?" the representative of the Space City Federation murmured incredulously.

Why the hell didn't you say so earlier?!

For such a trivial matter, you're going to use an antimatter bomb to wipe out everyone on a planet?

Lin Feng's demands, to put it bluntly, are to address the wealth gap, centralize education management, and change the mainstream culture.

Of these conditions, the educational requirements were the most difficult for the delegates to accept.

Judging from Lin Feng's posture, they thought they were going to be forced to sign some humiliating treaty, but who knew...

Scanning the bewildered and astonished expressions of the delegates, Lin Feng shook his head.

"You may have questions about my actions, but that's only because you haven't seen the crisis behind it. If this continues unchecked, human civilization will be in danger."

"On this matter, I will not negotiate or make concessions with anyone. If the governments of Earth and Mars cannot accept my demands, the Taylor Group will seize power by force and forcibly implement administrative reforms," ​​Lin Feng said earnestly.

……

The negotiation meeting ended without any deaths or injuries. However, half of Olympus Mons on Mars was missing, and the Earth and Martian governments jointly announced their participation in the Spring of Workers.

In a conference room, a group of people were emotionally charged because of the Taylor Group.

"That madman, Feng Taylor! He actually ordered the fleet to drop Coulomb bombs on Mars!"

"The Coulomb bomb is already quite good; at least it's not an antimatter bomb."

“I told you long ago that we shouldn’t have acted so hastily, and now look what’s happened, the Taylor Group has turned against us.”

These people chattered like gossipy women, but you could vaguely make out a male voice in their voices.

During the meeting, someone said, "I don't understand. If the Taylor Group is targeting us, why is it attacking Mars as well? And judging from the demands made by Feng Taylor, it doesn't seem to be because of the last attack."

Another person next to the questioner tapped his fingers on the table and muttered, "Administrative reform... narrowing the gap between rich and poor... bringing it under the jurisdiction of the Workers' Spring... centralized control of education... I feel like the Taylorists are targeting the doves?"

The speculation that Lin Feng was targeting the doves was quickly refuted.

"Impossible. Feng Taylor is a supporter of the doves. He said it himself when he made contact with the Trisolarans that he hoped that humanity and the Trisolarans would merge into one civilization. He even brought back a Trisolaran from the Trisolaran system."

Other voices countered, "Whether that woman named Haruhi is a Trisolaran is still undetermined. She might actually be human, a spy secretly launched into the Trisolaran world by the Taylor series..."

"Stop for a moment."

The person seated at the head of the table spoke, and the meeting fell silent again.

The person in the head seat spoke up, “No matter what the Taylor Group wants to do, our policy remains unchanged. The Taylor Group’s series of actions have little impact on us. The current chaos on Earth is an excellent opportunity to eliminate all traces and hide again while the Earth government is preoccupied with other matters.”

Thinking of their original purpose, someone hesitated and said, "But Feng Taylor has already returned to space. The success rate of capturing him alive is even lower than that of seizing the four gravitational wave transmitters on Earth."

To implement their plan, they needed to master the ability to broadcast coordinates. Unfortunately, their closest attempt to success failed, and they failed to seize this opportunity given to them by Feng Taylor.

"In that case, we can only proceed with the original plan to infiltrate and seize those four gravitational wave transmitters," someone said at the meeting.

"It's too difficult. We didn't manage to capture even one of the twenty-three gravitational wave transmitters before. Now we only have four, and they're all buried underground. The hope is slim." The person who objected sounded extremely frustrated.

Suddenly someone asked, "What about Luo Ji? We can start with Luo Ji."

The meeting chairperson on the throne shook his head. "It has been discussed in previous meetings that seizing his controller is useless. The Earth government can urgently contact the troops stationed at the four gravitational wave transmitters to manually prevent them from broadcasting their coordinates."

“We can use stellar broadcasting,” someone else said at the meeting.

The person next to the proposer replied, “Have you forgotten about blocking satellites? These satellites have long since locked the sun’s ability to amplify radio waves. Things are different now; building a high-powered transmitter can achieve star-level broadcasting.”

“What I mean is to find a way to get a spaceship into solar orbit and destroy these blockade satellites,” the proposer said.

Do you think this is possible?

After the apocalyptic war, every human spaceship became an extremely valuable space resource. Spaceships were needed to mine meteorites, transport supplies, and even for space colonization.

Spaceships are not what they were before the apocalyptic war; now they are extremely rare and highly sought after, all firmly controlled by various political entities.

The proposer said, "At least compared to seizing the coordinate launch rights from Luo Ji or kidnapping Feng Taylor, the success rate is higher. After the Doomsday War, there are not many things in the solar system that truly possess space power. Only the Taylor system does."

Chapter 250 Your poverty is due to your lack of effort

A large group of people logged onto the same social media platform, some young and some old, some in groups and some alone.

These people have one thing in common: they are extremely wealthy. They are among the top 1% of the population in Earth and Martian societies who control 99.999% of the wealth. Their assets are in the hundreds of billions. Among this group, they are no different from beggars on the street.

The wealth possessed by this group represents the present and the next 165 years of wealth for Mars and Earth society.

They are the elite of human society, the 'emperors' of the new era. If they wanted to, influencing government policy would be very easy for them. Their connections extend to every high-ranking official on Mars and Earth. Even the actual rulers of the governments on Mars and Earth have to treat them with respect.

This group of people, now listless and dejected, sits on this makeshift social platform, listlessly waiting for someone to arrive.

"Mom, who are we waiting for?"

A little girl who logged into the social media platform with her family couldn't wait any longer and asked her mother in a spoiled manner.

The little girl looked miserable, patted her stomach, and pouted, saying, "I'm a little hungry. Can I log off and eat something first?"

However, this tactic, which had always worked in the past, was not so effective now. The girl's mother smiled bitterly at her daughter and said softly.

"Just bear with it a little longer. Once this is all over, Mom will take you out for a big meal, okay?"

Hearing that her mother was going to take her out for a fancy meal, the girl immediately perked up. "Then, I want to eat that watermelon salad from the last banquet, it's really sweet."

"No."

The girl's father, standing to the side, interrupted her reverie with an unquestionable tone.

"Why?" the girl asked, pouting.

The man said, "It's such a waste. Those fruit salads only use a small spoonful of flesh from the middle of a whole watermelon. A small bowl of that consumes tens of tons of watermelon."

"After today, our family will not be so rich anymore. You must learn to be frugal from now on, and you are not allowed to take milk baths anymore."

Upon hearing her father's last sentence, the girl lost all interest in why he would so earnestly admonish her to start being frugal.

The girl only knew one thing: without milk baths, she could no longer continue to beautify her skin and would become less pretty, so she started to cry.

"No! I don't want to! I want a milk bath! I want watermelon salad! Mommy, Daddy's bullying me, waaaaah..."

There are many similar cases among children from wealthy families; their crying isn't due to milk baths, but the circumstances are similar.

They will never be able to live a luxurious life again.

Three hours later, a man logged into the social media platform and greeted a group of wealthy people on the platform.

"I apologize for keeping you all waiting. There was a meeting with high-ranking officials from the Earth government, which took a while," Lin Feng said with a smile.

Everyone turned to look at the source of the voice. The representative of the wealthy group stepped forward with an embarrassed smile and replied, "No, no, no, we just arrived. We haven't been waiting for long."

The wealthy representatives got straight to the point, asking questions that were of particular interest to them.

"What are your plans for us?"

No wealthy person is not terrified of Lin Feng.

Those who have become part of the wealthy class are naturally well-educated, and the wealthy who are familiar with history know far better than those at the bottom what Lin Feng did in the past.

Behind the Spring of the Workers, a long river of blood flowed, and the souls of those who perished in the New Irish Community were suppressed under this covenant.

After Olympus Mons on Mars, whose height was halved, no one doubted whether Lin Feng would blow up both Earth and Mars.

Lin Feng cleared his throat and said, "I don't really want to make things difficult for everyone. After all, you all have families to support, with elderly parents and young children. As long as you are willing to cooperate with us to solve the problem of the wealth gap in society, everything is negotiable."

As long as you are willing to pay money to save your lives, you don't have to worry about the lives of your whole family—the rich subconsciously understood this meaning, and for a moment, they didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

"Of course, we will definitely cooperate fully, hehehe."

The rich man's representative forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, for getting the capitalists to hand over their money was more painful than killing them.

After quickly composing himself, the representative of the wealthy individual asked, "Through what channel would you prefer us to transfer the money to the Taylor Group's account?"

"What does the Taylor Group need your money for?" Lin Feng looked at the wealthy representative with a puzzled expression.

The wealthy representative froze. "Uh...didn't you want to redistribute wealth?"

How can social wealth be redistributed if all the money isn't collected?

The other wealthy people were also somewhat bewildered by Lin Feng's words.

Lin Feng shook his finger and said, "It's not about redistribution, it's about narrowing the gap between the rich and the poor. If it were redistribution, you would all be dead."

Upon hearing the words "death," the wealthy men froze, their breathing becoming somewhat labored, and they turned their gazes towards Lin Feng with a hint of gratitude.

Lin Feng ignored the stares and continued his story.