This is Discrimination Against Wallfacers!

Undoubtedly, warfare inevitably incurs energy expenditure. If future humans cannot achieve a state where warfare uses no energy at all, completely escaping the energy framework of modern physics, then these macro-electrons storing massive amounts of electrical energy will undoubtedly provide immense assistance to future human fleets.

The human elites present all recognized the brilliance of this idea, and their gazes towards Lin Feng shifted from previous fear to a degree of respect.

Regardless of what Lin Feng had done earlier, he had now genuinely proposed a plan that didn't sound too terrible, and at least felt much more reliable than the Quantum Ghost Fleet. It brought a glimmer of hope to the human elites present.

This alone was enough for them to show their respect.

Lin Feng, however, shook his head and said, "What you're saying isn't entirely correct. It's not about generating energy from human civilization; humanity still needs to develop. Other plans must proceed as usual, and it's not good to affect them."

"Then what do you mean..."

John Smith asked cautiously, earning Lin Feng's disdain.

"Do I need to ask me about something so simple? You're a nuclear physicist, you should know that energy is everywhere. Even the vacuum is constantly fluctuating with quantum tides. Where can't energy be obtained? Why must we specifically take it from human civilization?"

"For example, that Earth's Electric Field you mentioned. It doesn't require us to expend any resources. We only need to invest some initial construction funds to build towers dozens of stories high, then run a wire from the top. We can naturally draw strong voltage from the electric field generated by Earth's rotation, and then convert this strong voltage into current. It's not only environmentally friendly but also encourages re-employment for those displaced by the Dark Forest Crisis, driving regional economic development. It's killing multiple birds with one stone."

"And then there's tidal energy, geothermal energy, surplus nuclear power, and so on. Electricity produced must be used; not using it is a waste, as it cannot be stored like grain."

"In short, use your elite brains and come up with every method you can think of."

"That's all. You will supplement the details of the Macro-Electron Storage Plan. The meeting is adjourned."

Lin Feng stood up and left. After exiting the conference room, John Smith caught up.

"Is there something else?"

"I want to apologize for what happened earlier, Mr. Taylor. Your strategic vision is no less than your father's; in fact, it may even surpass it. Please don't dwell on the unpleasantness from before." John Smith bowed solemnly to Lin Feng, apologizing on behalf of the others in the Wallfacer team.

Regardless of who was right or wrong, the Wallfacer was the core. If this core were useless, it wouldn't be a big problem. The issue was that the Macro-Electron Storage Plan Lin Feng had just unveiled fully demonstrated his capabilities.

In this light, John Smith and the others were at a disadvantage.

"I never cared about those things. If I cared, I wouldn't have chosen to take over as Wallfacer, because I knew from the very beginning what I would face."

"You just need to know that everything is just part of my plan. That's enough."

Lin Feng added, feigning profoundness. In reality, he didn't have much of a plan. If anything, it was merely to reduce humanity's internal conflict during the Great Depression.

Wallfacing work targeting the Dark Forest Crisis?

Don't be ridiculous. That was Luo Ji's job. Why would he get involved and add more trouble to his own plate?

"It's getting late, and I have a press conference to attend."

Lin Feng turned to leave, but suddenly paused, turned back, and said to John Smith again.

"Oh, right, there's something I want to clarify."

"What do you want to know?"

"How is the research on the fusion reactor progressing? Is it still fifty years away?"

Lin Feng's questioning left John Smith a bit bewildered. However, since the Wallfacer was so concerned, it indicated the matter was important. He immediately answered with the information he had.

"No, we've made some headway. I believe a breakthrough will come soon."

"That's good. The Macro-Electron Storage Plan must not interfere with the research on the fusion reactor, understand?"

As Lin Feng saw it, the Macro-Electron Storage Plan was only intended to alleviate humanity's situation during the Great Depression, not to fight the Trisolarans.

Therefore, from Lin Feng's perspective, knowing the original plot, it couldn't compare to the strategic significance of fusion reactor technology.

John Smith was taken aback. According to the Wallfacer's words, this meant the priority of the fusion reactor was even higher than the Macro-Electron Storage Plan?!

"Uh..."

John Smith hesitated to speak.

Being intelligent, he quickly realized something. The Wallfacer's goal was to deceive the entire world, including humanity and the Trisolarans. Therefore, the Macro-Electron Storage Plan was very likely just a front designed to attract attention!

Just like the Quantum Ghost Fleet last time!

And then, Lin Feng's words further solidified John Smith's suspicion.

"Don't ask why. I just want to hear you answer 'Understood'."

"Understood."

John Smith nodded seriously at Lin Feng.

At this moment, a sense of noble mission surged within John Smith. Only one thought echoed in his mind: there must be no slip-ups on my part! Let the Wallfacer do his job!

"Very good."

With that, Lin Feng turned and left.

As soon as he got out of his car, Lin Feng saw a sea of reporters.

For a moment, Lin Feng envied Luo Ji, who was still secluded in his villa. Not only was he far from the troubles of the world, but he also had a beautiful wife and a lovely daughter.

And Lin Feng?

On his first day as a Wallfacer, he had to face the arrogant human elites in his team. After a dry and exhausting meeting, he had to rush to a press conference without even having a drink of water.

Tsk, damn it, I shouldn't have thought about that…

Lin Feng muttered to himself and walked into the building along the path cleared by the guards.

On both sides of the path, crowds were gathered, with cameras and phones of all kinds capturing Lin Feng. Lin Feng knew that after today, he would be on the front page of every newspaper.

Standing before the podium, Lin Feng cleared his throat and was about to speak. But when he saw the reporters who had already taken their seats, he felt completely awful.

Damn it! Who decided that speakers on stage couldn't have a chair to sit on! Why can everyone in the audience sit down!

This is a human bad habit!

That's right, it's absolutely a human bad habit!

It's the reporters discriminating unfairly against him, a Wallfacer!

Lin Feng beckoned to a guard and spoke to the guard who approached him.

"Go get me a chair."

"Huh?"

The guard didn't react immediately.

"What do you mean 'huh', you don't understand what a chair is? It's those things you sit on."

Lin Feng subtly gestured towards the reporters in their seats.

"May I ask where to move it?"

The guard, thinking one of the reporters in the audience was missing a chair, proactively asked Lin Feng for instructions.

Lin Feng replied, inexplicably and matter-of-factly, "Of course, bring it to me. It's not fair for them to be sitting while I'm standing, I'll get too tired."

"Go get me a chair that's the same height as me when I'm standing, one that's soft with a backrest so it's not tiring to sit on."

Suddenly, the guard's mind went blank. In all his life, he had never seen anyone on stage actively request a chair to be brought to them.