The Wallfacer: Everyone wants to break through my wall.

The maid shook her head and replied, "They don't have the courage; they're just going with the flow and trying to get your attention. As soon as you make a move, they'll immediately stand up and become a dam to stop this wave of opposition."

The main opposition is not financial capital, which only accounts for 10%. The real opponents are those in the real economy, whose assets are shrinking in reality, and they must hate Lin Feng to the core.

If it weren't for this wave as the main force, financial capital wouldn't dare to jump out at all.

"Should I agree?" Lin Feng asked.

The maid replied, "I'm sorry, Mr. Taylor, I don't have the authority to decide for you, but as far as I know you, you probably won't agree to their offer."

“You have always hated financial capital.”

Lin Feng did not deny it after the maid revealed his thoughts.

"That's right, I hate financial capital. At least real capital has corresponding industries with funds, but what does financial capital have? It's just a game of money making money."

"Tell those people that if they don't want to be eliminated, they should withdraw from the stock market as soon as possible and invest their money in the manufacturing of game pods in the real economy, or in the development of virtual games."

Chapter 47 Other People's Children

Lin Feng's words caused the maid's heart to tremble slightly. Her expression became somewhat unnatural, and she clenched her fists with slight tension as she asked.

Is this a threat to you?

Lin Feng shook his head. "No, it's advice."

"If they don't heed my advice and then come to blame me after losing money, I'll send them to meet the ETO."

The maid nodded earnestly, "We will relay your warning verbatim."

……

Inside a skyscraper on Wall Street, a screen hangs in front of a huge floor-to-ceiling window.

An elderly man, leaning on a cane, stood listening to the woman speaking on the screen, his brow furrowing as he listened.

If Lin Feng were here, he would surely recognize that the person on the screen was the maid who worked at his mansion, and the person he was video chatting with was Hughes Williams, a renowned financial tycoon on Wall Street who frequently appeared in financial journals.

"What does that mean?" old William asked.

"The literal meaning," the maid replied calmly.

Unlike her cautious demeanor in front of Lin Feng, the maid was extremely aloof in front of the man she was video chatting with.

Old William thought for a moment, then cautiously asked again, "Did Mr. Taylor say anything else?"

"No, it's your choice to do what you want," the maid said.

Old William listened to the maid's words and nodded silently, his tightly furrowed brows relaxing as if he understood something.

"Thank you for making the connection for us, Ms. Edith."

“Old William, I can only help you this once. Mr. Taylor seems to be very averse to me doing this.”

Upon hearing this, old William bowed slightly to the maid Edith in a very sincere expression of gratitude.

"Understood, Ms. Edith. I'll transfer the reward for your help this time to you tenfold."

After the call ended, the young man who had been standing behind old William without saying a word came forward and asked.

"Father, Taylor refuses to help us. What should we do next?"

"Refusing to help?"

Old William was taken aback at first, then snorted coldly with an ugly expression, and said, "When are you going to get your brain out of this pile of women?"

"If you continue to be so useless, how can I entrust my assets to you with peace of mind in the future?"

"Can't you learn from Feng Taylor? He's become a Wallflower, one of the four branches of the American government, and has a huge influence in the world. Meanwhile, you're still here hoping for the little bit of assets I'm going to leave you. Do you think my assets will last you long enough to squander at your rate?"

Old William scolded his son with disappointment, as a father he greatly envied Frederick Taylor for having such an outstanding son who had reached the pinnacle of power at such a young age.

Unlike his son, who, apart from eating, drinking, defecating, sleeping, and playing with women, is far inferior to others in every other aspect.

Thinking of all this, old William couldn't help but lament that his son was so useless that after he died, he would have no ability to protect these assets and would be easily fooled into selling even his underwear.

The scolded young William had no courage to argue with his father. He hung his head and quickly admitted his mistake, changing the subject.

“Father, you’re right. I’ve already realized my mistake… You mean Feng Taylor agreed to our terms? We haven’t even negotiated yet?”

William Jr. was also thinking of gathering Wall Street's financial capital, uniting global financial capital, and then negotiating with the Wallfacer, Feng Taylor, to divide up the expanded virtual assets resulting from the new world order.

Boom!

The cane slammed heavily against the floor tiles, cracking them, and old William's body trembled slightly with anger.

William realized he had said the wrong thing; his father had only been like this a few times in his entire life.

William regretted it and subconsciously swallowed, but the words he had spoken were like water spilled, impossible to take back.

Old William struck his son with his cane while cursing him angrily.

"What's the point of negotiating? What leverage do we have to negotiate with him? If we anger him, everything we own will be taken away. Don't you realize how serious that is? You're such a pig-brain!"

"Who do you think you are? Who do you think he is? He's a Wallfacer! You're just the son of an ordinary financier! What makes you think you can negotiate with him?!"

Old William, frail and weak, began to pant and angrily put down his cane after tapping it for a while.

He glared at his son with exasperation and said, "Feng Taylor has already told us about the future trends and what to do. He's already done everything he could to help us. If we're still not satisfied, that's what ETO will suffer. Don't you understand what he means?"

He rubbed the spot where he had been hit, wincing in pain, and answered timidly.

"I...I was wrong, Father."

You're so wrong!

Old William sighed, turned around, walked to the French windows, and fell silent.

William, who had just been severely criticized, didn't dare to disturb his father and just remained silent.

Looking at the towering buildings outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, old William spoke softly.

"Knight, weren't you obsessed with virtual games before? Why don't you develop a game company? I'll fully support you in making it happen."

"This is an opportunity we finally got from the Wallfacers, so we must seize it."

After listening to his father's words, young William nodded heavily.

"Yes, Father, I will definitely seize this hard-won opportunity."

……

A week after the protests, Lin Feng held a press conference.

As always, he sat arrogantly on the press conference platform, angrily criticizing the reporters who questioned him about whether the plan should be terminated.

"Bullshit! What do you mean the real economy isn't developing? Just because human society has shifted to the virtual world, does that mean humans will start eating electricity? What about the catering and food delivery industries? What about express delivery?"

"What does it mean for the real economy to be sluggish? How many jobs has the Hong Electronics energy storage project created for people? How much salary has been paid annually? How much economic impact has the people who resigned and moved to other industries had? What about their consumption?"

"Let's not talk about education anymore! I care about this more than you do. These people are not only your children, but the next generation of humanity! How do you know if it's good or not if you don't even try? The information available on the virtual network is so abundant these days; maybe it will have a better educational effect on your children? Don't you want your descendants to receive a better education?"

This statement silenced the reporters who still wanted to question Lin Feng about his education.

Lin Feng slammed his fist on the table, continuing his angry rant and accusations with indignation.

"And those who are dissatisfied with the devaluation of real estate assets, are you all stupid? Why do you insist on tying your assets in real estate? Are you people who will die if you don't speculate on real estate? Or people who will die if you don't collect rent? If you want to preserve the value of your assets, you can buy gold! Gold will never fall!"

"What era are we living in? You're still thinking about land grabbing and land consolidation all the time. You old capitalists should all be eliminated by the tide of the times!"

"Humanity will not stop because of you!"

Chapter 48 Cultivating Ideological Trends from Childhood

Sunlight streamed into the living room through the window, its warm glow almost poetic.

Lin Feng sat on the sofa watching his plan progress when a maid brought in tea and pushed open the door.

“Mr. Taylor, someone wants to see you.”

Upon hearing this, Lin Feng's eyes lit up, and he looked at the maid and asked.

"Wallbreaker?"

The maid shook her head and replied, "No, it's Knight William, the president of SG Company. He wants to consult you about the development of a space virtual game."

StarsGame, or SG for short, is a newly established virtual game development company that has topped the list of most anticipated virtual games among players due to its heavily invested game CG.

This company seemed to be specifically responding to Lin Feng's call to develop space-themed virtual games, which is why Lin Feng had been paying attention to it for a long time.

After listening to the maid's report, Lin Feng pondered for a moment.

"Development suggestions..."

"Alright, then I'll see him. Let him in."

After all, they were people who responded to his call to action, so Lin Feng had no reason to turn them away.

The maid left the room, and a moment later, SG President Knight William hurried in.

"Hello, Mr. William, it is an honor for you to visit me."

"No, I should be thanking you for taking time out of your busy schedule."

Upon meeting, the two shook hands, exchanged pleasantries, and sat down to chat.

"Then, Mr. William, could you be more specific about the question you wish to ask?" Lin Feng asked.

William replied, "That's right. I recently saw your idea of ​​combining games with education, and I'm very interested in it. I hope to apply your idea to game development."

"But we're stuck on what to do specifically, so we wanted to ask you for advice."

Lin Feng nodded in understanding. The idea he had announced some time ago was indeed very difficult to realize.

By combining games with educational knowledge, students can acquire knowledge while playing games. This is Lin Feng's vision for virtual world education.

However, combining games and education is very difficult because knowledge is inherently dry; some people get dizzy and lightheaded just looking at a simple linear equation in two variables.

Lin Feng said, "As long as you follow the framework of 'one core and two principles' to develop the game, you will naturally be able to apply my ideas to the game development."

"Core? Principle? Could you please explain in detail?" Knight William asked excitedly.

His real purpose in coming here wasn't to ask Lin Feng about his ideas. After all, it's a company; how could it not have its own think tank? His main purpose in coming here was to learn about the framework of virtual games from Lin Feng.

Lin Feng is the rule-maker for future virtual games, and he is quite ruthless, capricious, and willful. If the game that SG Company has worked so hard to develop is not to his liking, it will most likely be crushed in an instant.