The Wallfacer: Everyone wants to break through my wall.

"Yes, that is, to bring them to the same level."

Lin Feng gave a look that said, "Impressive, you figured that out." He answered frankly.

"I think you need to think this over rationally..."

"I don't care what you think, I care what I think, that's part of my plan."

Lin Feng's reply left the CIA supervisor speechless; he spent a long time organizing his thoughts before asking his question.

"Are you insisting on this because you intend to propose a new plan?"

Lin Feng shrugged and said, "It's not exactly a new plan, but rather a supplement to the Thought Project. All human children should receive a good education in the virtual world."

"Human children should be equal."

"I can't even imagine the madness that will follow your reckless actions..."

The CIA supervisor slapped his forehead, realizing that this reckless guy in front of him was about to cause trouble again.

Chapter 66 What are you laughing at?

Thanks to the development of virtual technology, Lin Feng held the first press conference in human history on a virtual platform.

The meeting focused on the issue of children's education in third-world countries.

A white American journalist asked, "Mr. Taylor, is your decision real? Do you really intend to help children in the Third World so that they can have the same opportunities as our children?"

The reporter floated in mid-air without a microphone, because the virtual world does not require the various electronic devices of the real world, nor does it need to follow the physical rules of the real world.

Lin Feng smiled and retorted, "All people are born equal, why would I lie about something like this?"

"Pfft..."

The laughter wasn't loud, but Lin Feng heard it clearly because this was a virtual world, and the characters' voices wouldn't be drowned out by other sounds.

Lin Feng's smile faded, and he looked in the direction of the voice; the other reporters did the same.

The instigator realized what was happening and immediately stopped sneering, but the curve of his lips still showed that he was trying hard to hold back his laughter.

"What are you laughing at?" Lin Feng asked calmly.

"I... I remembered something happy."

The reporter's heart skipped a beat, and he forced an awkward but polite smile at Lin Feng.

Beneath his stiff smile lay an uneasy heart. He wanted to log off immediately, but he didn't dare, because the Wallfacer, Feng Taylor, could really send someone to track him down through the internet and arrest him.

"What's the good news?" Lin Feng asked again.

The surrounding reporters showed no pity, but rather a hint of schadenfreude.

The rabbit mourns the fox's death?

Let's skip that; people can't really share each other's joys and sorrows.

There have been journalists who offended Feng Taylor before. If they can't learn from the past, then they deserve to be targeted now.

The reporter, being watched by Lin Feng, had a thousand thoughts racing through his mind and quickly came up with an excuse.

"Children of the Third World can finally be free from war, suffering, disease and many other misfortunes."

Lin Feng nodded knowingly and asked, "What's your name?"

“I… Camon Stock, if I have inadvertently offended you just now, please…”

Stock was so nervous that he was stammering. At that moment, he was secretly regretting not being familiar with the characteristics of the virtual world.

Just as Stock thought he was about to be arrested by the Wallfacers, Lin Feng said something.

"Don't worry about it, I understand, I understand everything. My idea is an exciting thing, that humanity's children will stand under the same blue sky and breathe the air of freedom."

"The meaningless conflicts are over; this is an era in which humanity can coexist together."

“Camon Stock, I have deeply felt your love for the children. From today onwards, you will act as my representative to contact and negotiate with countries around the world on this matter.”

Upon hearing Lin Feng's words, Stock's expression changed repeatedly, and the other reporters looked at Stock with more pity.

Stock swallowed hard, instinctively wanting to refuse.

“No, Mr. Taylor, you have to understand, I’m just a reporter…”

Lin Feng spread his palm and pressed down lightly, signaling Stock to quiet down.

Lin Feng said, "Don't mind, I understand, I understand everything. I won't look down on someone who is willing to smile for the children. You are much better than these people here who only know how to find news and topics."

"me……"

Stock took a long time to process what he had just learned, but couldn't utter a complete sentence, as if he had suffered an unprecedented blow in his life and entered a dark abyss.

Lin Feng raised an eyebrow and said, "Don't refuse anymore, it's part of the plan."

One sentence plunged Stoke, who was still struggling, into the abyss.

What does it mean to add the sentence "This is part of the plan" at the end?

Does 'not agree' mean 'being agreed to'?

Thinking of his wife and unborn child, Stock gave up the struggle and resigned himself to his fate.

……

"Fuck! That Wallfacer is a son of a bitch!"

Back home, Camon Stock was consumed by impotent rage. He angrily and rudely greeted Lin Feng's entire family and stabbed Lin Feng's photos with a knife in a fit of rage.

Stock's wife, heavily pregnant, slowly walked out of the room and softly advised him.

“Darling, you’d better say less, lest someone relay what you said to the Wallfacers.”

"So what if he knows? He wants me dead, can't I even say a few words in protest?" Stock retorted, having calmed down.

Stock's wife was puzzled and said, "He clearly gave you a position with real power. You will represent him in contact with world leaders. What a great opportunity that is. If you can build relationships with these people, you can achieve even greater success even after you leave office."

"Isn't this better than being a reporter who never knows when he'll be fired?"

In Stock's wife's eyes, Lin Feng was not only not trying to harm her husband, but was actually helping him. If he seized the opportunity, a meteoric rise to success was definitely within reach.

“You don’t understand anything at all. Don’t look at the world with such naive ideas. I’ve been a journalist for so many years, I know much more than you do.”

Stock sat dejectedly in the chair, looking as if he was about to cry.

But he held back; he was about to become a father, and he no longer had the right to cry.

"I ask you, to ensure that all children have an equal educational environment, shouldn't we start from the basics? For example, by helping developing countries in the Third World," Stock said.

Seeing his wife nod, Stock continued, "If Third World countries develop, whose interests will be harmed?"

Before his wife could answer, Stock offered his explanation.

"I'm telling you, it's all the technologically advanced countries today."

"Because of their technological advantage, technologically advanced countries are able to import raw materials at very low prices and then produce everything from military to civilian products."

Upgrading education is not a simple matter; it inevitably involves a ripple effect.

Does the gaming pod require electricity to operate?

Does the maintenance and repair of gaming pods require supporting industrial facilities?

Then, should we also build basic network infrastructure?

Should we also build related industries that support network infrastructure?

Another factor is technical talent. The number of technical talents trained in the virtual world who stay in China to develop and build the country after returning to reality will definitely increase because they have never actually been abroad, their education was conducted in their own country, and their patriotism is high.

Third World countries will therefore enter a fast track.

Simply getting on the fast track isn't the big problem; the real problem is squeezing the international market share of developed countries.

"If Third World countries have the technology, why do they still need to sell raw materials? Wouldn't it be cheaper to manufacture them themselves? Why let other countries make the lion's share of the profits?"

"The result of Feng Taylor's support for Third World countries is that the advantage of technologically leading countries over Third World countries has been weakened, the space for interests between countries has become crowded, and it may even lead to a new world war. Do you understand?"

To be honest, Stoke has never felt so close to war as he has today.

Chapter 67 They won't allow the Wallfacers to act recklessly.

"This...no country wants to see this happen."

Stock's wife hesitated for a moment before answering.

With the Trisolaran crisis still unresolved, no country in the world is in the mood to fight a third world war.

We can't just wipe out our own race and let the Trisolarans pick up the scraps, can we?

"Yes, they don't want to see that, so they will try to stop it by using all sorts of dirty tricks."

A flicker of fear crossed Stock's eyes. He was afraid of dying, and even more afraid that his family would be dragged into this disaster.

If he could turn back time, he would break the nose of the version of himself who couldn't help but laugh.

“Feng Taylor knew all this, yet he still chose me, simply because I couldn’t help but laugh at his press conference, and he wants me dead!”

"That cruel tyrant!"

Still not satisfied, Stock started cursing Lin Feng again.

After hearing her husband's explanation, Stock's wife also began to feel afraid.

“I’m sorry, Camon, I didn’t know it was like this.”

“I don’t mind, darling. It’s normal that you don’t understand politics because you’re not very involved in it.”

Gently stroking his lover's cheek, Stock softly comforted his pregnant wife.

Stock's wife suddenly said, "Why don't we run away? Run away to a deserted place and live under an assumed name."

"There's no way to escape. Where can we escape to? Humans are even venturing into outer space now. We can't exactly escape to the deep sea, can we? Running away will only make things much more dangerous for you."

Stock shook his head, rejecting the suggestion.

Escape? Where could one escape to? Outer space or the ocean floor? Or perhaps to some underground cave, to live the cave-dwelling life of primitive humans?

“I will try my best to get some benefits for you and the child. Feng Taylor just wants me dead, not you. He wouldn’t go so far as to hurt a pregnant woman he’s never even met.”