The Wallfacer: Everyone wants to break through my wall.

However, everyone knows that of the four Wallfacers, three have gone into hibernation, and only Lin Feng is still awake. Who am I talking about?

"Damn it! This is another escapist rhetoric! Are you trying to cause me trouble?"

Lin Feng angrily slammed the newspaper on the table, causing the decorative vase on the table to tremble.

His anger stemmed not from being slandered, but from his fear that it would affect Zhang Beihai; Lin Feng felt a surge of murderous intent.

He summoned the maid and inquired about the situation.

"Who are the authors of these newspapers? I have deduced from their punctuation that they are all likely ETO members. Arrest them all."

“Please calm down. If you arrest them all, wouldn’t that be tantamount to admitting to the public that you have escapist tendencies?” Edith said.

"..."

Lin Feng fell silent for a moment. He did indeed have escapist tendencies, but he couldn't actually carry them out.

He's too incompetent. If he plans to escape, ETO will definitely find out, which would actually affect Zhang Beihai's escape plan. Lin Feng doesn't have the confidence to be as good as the big shots in the original work, hiding his thoughts so deeply.

After hesitating for a while, Lin Feng gave the maid assigned to him by the CIA orders.

“You’re right. I’ll notify the Supreme Court. I’m going to sue all those media outlets for defamation, with the maximum penalty, and add other charges as well. I want to make sure they can never write these eyesores again.”

"Ok."

The maid took out a small notebook and wrote down Lin Feng's request.

Lin Feng added, "And while we're at it, we'll also contact the conglomerates that support these media outlets and cut off their funding."

"I don't care about the topic of them going to see the president, but they dare to bring up my topic and even spread rumors about me. This matter cannot be left like this," Lin Feng said coldly.

"If you dare to interfere with humanity's plans, then you'll regret it for the rest of your life!" Lin Feng thought to himself.

"clear."

The maid turned and left, leaving Lin Feng alone in the deserted underground room.

A few days later, Lin Feng received an invitation from Knight William, and the two met on social media.

"I'm so glad you could take the time out of your busy schedule."

"Just say what's on your mind," Lin Feng said.

“There are some people who want to talk to you about… um, that…”

Seeing Knight William's hesitant and troubled expression, Lin Feng frowned. He knew that William's attitude was clearly telling him that if anything he said next offended him, he should just ignore it.

"What exactly happened?" Lin Feng asked.

This was tantamount to tacitly approving William's actions, which greatly relieved William.

Knight William said, "It's some business friends who wanted to ask you through me if there's a spot available if they can afford it."

"Huh? What kind of spots?"

Lin Feng was stunned for a moment, not realizing what William meant by the quota.

William said, "It's about the spots on the escape ship. Actually, I was also thinking of asking you about that..."

"When did I have an escape plan? If I didn't have an escape plan, where would I get a spot?"

Before Knight William could finish speaking, Lin Feng interrupted him.

Seeing Lin Feng's expression that clearly said 'I'm very unhappy,' William subconsciously swallowed.

"...I understand what you mean, I will refuse them."

"Wait, what did you mean by 'enough money'?"

Lin Feng called out to Knight William, who was about to log off, and William reluctantly stopped logging off.

“Uh… it’s basically money in exchange for passenger slots on the escape ship,” William explained.

Lin Feng then said, "Tell them I don't want money, I just want them to be willing to obey my orders."

……

Lin Feng's words were relayed by Knight William to the wealthy people who believed that Lin Feng was planning an escape.

These billionaires, each with assets worth billions of dollars, invested their funds in the stock market, triggering a global financial tsunami.

People are more likely to cherish their lives and care more about their descendants because they have money.

In this day and age, these capitalists are precisely the group that most support escapism, because they are cold-blooded enough not to care about what happens to the lower classes.

Someone in the crowd asked, "What does Mr. Taylor mean by that?"

Standing on the stage, Knight William held the microphone and spoke loudly.

"Literally, Mr. Taylor doesn't care about money. In his eyes, these things are just resources that can be used, not wealth. What he lacks now is resources that he can mobilize. The PDC has imposed restrictions on him."

Someone countered, "Does that mean we'll become Taylor's soldiers? If Taylor goes against governments, we're obligated to go against them too?"

This statement provoked a fierce reaction from the wealthy, who were all extremely noble, and the idea of ​​them becoming lowly soldiers for others was outrageous.

What a joke!

Soldiers mean sacrifice, how can these people be sacrificed!

"Hmph! Do you think just anyone has the chance to become Mr. Taylor's 'soldier'?" Knight William glared at the crowd below the stage with displeasure.

"Do you think your wealth will still be considered wealth after the arrival of the Trisolarans? Your identity, status, and reputation will be useless at that time."

"I thought you should all be able to figure this out."

Chapter 81 His Plan is Hidden in the Universe

Knight William's words silenced the group of wealthy people, but someone continued to ask questions.

"If we obey Feng Taylor's orders and become his soldiers, will he protect us?"

William shook his head and said, "I can't guarantee it, but so far, he has never broken his promise. He's very accurate in his predictions, almost like... almost like a god..."

As he spoke, Knight William couldn't help but show a look of reverence on his face, the same reverence he had for the Wallfacer, Feng Taylor.

"I never imagined that old William's son would be such a fanatic! The Wallfacers have founded a new religion?"

Some people in the crowd couldn't help but sneer.

Knight William's expression also quickly turned cold, and he stared intently at the speaker.

“Very well, Mr. Sterment, you may leave now.”

The fact that he directly ordered them to leave surprised everyone present; they never expected Knight William to be so decisive.

These people are, after all, the aristocracy of the capitalist world. They may not be as powerful as the Wallfacers in terms of power, but in terms of wealth, they have surpassed some of the world's small countries.

Knight William's actions can be described as a complete breakdown in relations!

Seeing that the man in the suit didn't react, William waved his hand impatiently again.

"Guard, please ask this gentleman to leave."

Two guards grabbed the man's shoulders, one on each side, and dragged him out.

When he was being lifted up, the man named Stemmer's expression finally changed; he was still counting on the escape plan.

"Wait, wait! William, you can't do this!"

"William! If you do this, I'll terminate all cooperation with your company! That's a multi-billion dollar project! Let me go! I told you to let me go, did you hear me?!"

"Nate William, you'll regret this!"

Sterment continued shouting as he was led out of the room.

These threats are utterly insignificant. Knight William's assets, namely SG Corporation, are now protected by governments around the world. The real loss from a break in cooperation would never be to Knight William.

Even if these capitalists have their own private armies, Knight William is not afraid at all, because his backer is the Wallfacer who can mobilize global resources!

Knight William looked at the group of wealthy people with unusual seriousness and spoke into the microphone.

“Mr. Feng Taylor means something extraordinary to me. He is a savior, without a doubt. I will not allow you to insult him in any way.”

"I will help you pass on the message because we have a business relationship, but don't think that this is a license to do whatever you want."

"Mr. Taylor's attitude was also very clear: he only needed soldiers he could call upon, not businessmen who paid protection money."

The wealthy were in an uproar. They were hoping to buy a passenger spot in the escape plan with their money, but they couldn't accept risking their lives to "buy" such a spot.

In the end, only one in twenty people stayed, while the rest chose to leave.

Those who remained were generally older, and having become less concerned about money and life and death, they cared more about their descendants centuries from now.

Looking at the remaining one-twentieth of the capitalists who had already made self-sacrifices, Knight William smiled.

"There's no need for you to worry too much. Just look at me and you'll understand that Mr. Taylor won't let his soldiers suffer."

……

Lin Feng was called to a meeting by the PDC again. Generally, Wallfacers only have one plan, so they are not called to meetings very often.

But Lin Feng is different. He has multiple plans. This plan is temporarily over, but there will be other plans that need to be discussed with him.

So every few days, I was called to meetings by the PDC.

At the meeting, representatives from various countries prioritized discussions on the issue of industrial fleet construction.

After the last virtual war, representatives from various countries realized the importance of industry and the shortcomings of their current space forces.

The space warships designed to counter the Trisolaran fleet are highly versatile, capable of both offense and defense, but they are ill-suited for industrial applications.

Because they were designed for combat, not industrial use, players demonstrated to the United Nations in this virtual war that the power of industry is still undeniable in space warfare, and that the space force's equipment-centric ideology is not necessarily correct.

Led by China and Russia, two permanent members of the Security Council, a group of representatives envisioned the formation of several industrial fleets capable of producing everything from military equipment to various civilian goods, representing the entirety of human civilization.

Then, these fleets would be deployed like nuclear submarines in the Kuiper Belt outside the solar system, communicating with Earth inside the solar system only via radio.

The purpose of this was to prevent humanity from completely losing its ability to retaliate industrially if Earth's industry were destroyed by the Trisolaran fleet that would arrive in the future.

In the vision of the Chinese and Russian representatives, these industrial fleets in the Kuiper Belt would rely on mining meteorites there for their daily needs, and would no longer require any material contact with the Earth or even the inner environment of the solar system.

However, this idea was opposed by representatives of a group of countries, led by Britain and France, who felt it risked fostering escapism.

"There's no point in deploying them in the Kuiper Belt! The Trisolarans have sophons; they'll find the fleet no matter where it hides!"

"But they only have one fleet! Unless they attack multiple industrial fleets simultaneously, our industrial capacity cannot be dismantled in a short time!"