There was no doubt that war inevitably consumed energy. Unless future humanity reached the point where warfare no longer required energy at all, completely transcending the energy framework of modern physics, these Macro Electrons capable of storing vast amounts of electricity would surely provide enormous support to humanity's future fleets.
Every human elite present realized the brilliance of the idea. The fear in their eyes as they looked at Lin Feng gained a measure of respect.
No matter what Lin Feng had done earlier, he had indeed proposed a plan that did not sound too terrible—at the very least, it seemed far more reliable than the previous Quantum Ghost Fleet. It brought a faint glimmer of hope to the human elites present.
That alone was enough to earn their respect.
But Lin Feng shook his head. "You're not entirely right. The electricity must not come from human civilization itself. Humanity still needs to develop, and the other plans must proceed as usual. It would be bad if this affected them."
"Then what do you mean...?"
John Smith asked cautiously, only to receive a disdainful look from Lin Feng.
"Do you need to ask me something this simple? You're a nuclear physics researcher, aren't you? You should know that energy is everywhere. Even the vacuum constantly fluctuates with quantum tides. Where can't we obtain energy? Why do we have to specifically take it from human civilization?"
"For example, that Earth's Electric Field thing. We wouldn't need to expend many resources at all—just invest some initial construction funds, build towers dozens of stories high, then run a wire down from the top. Naturally, we could draw high voltage from the electric field produced by Earth's rotation, then convert that voltage into current. Not only would it be environmentally friendly, it could also encourage people unemployed because of the Dark Forest Crisis to return to work, driving regional economic development. It would achieve several things at once."
"And then there's tidal energy, geothermal energy, surplus nuclear power, and so on. Once electricity is generated, it has to be used. If it isn't, it goes to waste; it can't be stored like food."
"In short, get those elite brains of yours working and throw every method you can think of into this."
"That's all. You can fill in the details of the Macro-Electron Storage Plan yourselves. Meeting adjourned."
Lin Feng got up and left. After exiting the conference room, John Smith caught up with him.
"Is there anything else?"
"I want to apologize for what happened earlier, Mr. Taylor. Your strategic vision is no worse than your father's—perhaps even better. Please don't take the previous unpleasantness too much to heart."
John Smith solemnly bowed to Lin Feng. He was apologizing on behalf of the others in the Wallfacer team.
No matter who was right or wrong, the Wallfacer was the core. If that core had been useless, it would not have been much of a problem. But the Macro-Electron Storage Plan Lin Feng had just revealed had already fully demonstrated his ability.
That put John Smith and the others at a disadvantage instead.
"I never cared about such things. If I had, I wouldn't have chosen to become a Wallfacer. I knew from the beginning that I would face this."
"You only need to know that everything is part of my plan. That is enough."
Lin Feng added the last sentence in a deliberately inscrutable tone. In truth, he had no plan at all. If he had to name one, it was merely to reduce humanity's internal strife during the Great Depression.
Wallfacer work aimed at the Dark Forest Crisis?
Come on. That was something for Luo Ji, the big shot, to handle. Why would he stick his nose into it for no reason? Wasn't he already dealing with enough trouble? Why actively seek out more?
"It's getting late. I still have a press conference to attend."
Lin Feng turned to leave, then suddenly paused. He turned back to John Smith and spoke again.
"Oh, right. There's something I want to clarify."
"What would you like to know?"
"How is the Fusion Reactor research progressing? Don't tell me it's still fifty years away?"
Lin Feng's question left John Smith somewhat puzzled. But since the Wallfacer cared so much about it, the matter had to be important. He immediately answered with the information he knew.
"No. There have already been promising developments. I believe there will be a breakthrough before long."
"That's good. The Macro-Electron Storage Plan must not interfere with Fusion Reactor research. Understood?"
According to Lin Feng's intentions, the Macro-Electron Storage Plan was merely meant to ease humanity through the Great Depression, not to fight Trisolaris.
Therefore, in Lin Feng's eyes, given his knowledge of the original story, it could not compare with fusion technology in strategic importance.
John Smith froze. Judging from the Wallfacer's words, the Fusion Reactor had an even higher priority than the Macro-Electron Storage Plan?!
"Uh..."
John Smith hesitated.
Quick-witted as he was, he soon thought of something. The Wallfacer had to deceive the entire world, including both humanity and Trisolaris. That meant the Macro-Electron Storage Plan was very likely nothing more than a decoy placed in plain sight to draw attention!
Just like the previous Quantum Ghost Fleet!
And Lin Feng's next words only confirmed John Smith's suspicion.
"Don't ask why. I only want to hear you answer, 'Understood.'"
"Understood."
John Smith nodded seriously at Lin Feng.
At that moment, a lofty sense of mission rose in John Smith's heart. Only one thought echoed in his mind—There can't be any mistakes on my end! Let the Wallfacer do his work!
"Very good."
With that, Lin Feng turned and left.
The moment Lin Feng got out of his official car, he saw a sea of reporters.
For an instant, Lin Feng envied Luo Ji, who was still living in seclusion at his villa. Not only was he far from all the worldly troubles, he also had a beautiful wife and an adorable daughter.
And Lin Feng?
On his first day as a Wallfacer, he had to deal with those self-important human elites on his team. He had just finished a meeting that had left his mouth dry, and without even taking a sip of water, he had to rush over to attend a press conference.
Tch, damn it, I shouldn't be thinking about this...
Lin Feng muttered to himself as he followed the path the guards had cleared through the crowd and entered the building.
Crowds packed both sides of the path, cameras and phones filming Lin Feng. He knew that after today, he would occupy the front pages of every major newspaper.
Standing before the podium, Lin Feng cleared his throat and was about to speak. But when he saw the reporters taking their seats, his entire mood instantly soured.
Damn it! Who decided that people giving speeches on stage couldn't have chairs? Why could a whole crowd below sit down?!
This was a human bad habit!
That was right, it was absolutely, one hundred percent a human bad habit!
It was unequal discrimination by these reporters against him, a Wallfacer!
Lin Feng beckoned to a guard and spoke when the man approached.
"Go bring me a chair."
"Huh?"
The guard did not react at first.
"What do you mean, 'huh'? Don't you know what a chair is? One of those things people sit on."
Lin Feng discreetly pointed at the reporters seated below.
"Where would you like it moved?"
The guard assumed one of the reporters below was missing a chair and respectfully asked Lin Feng for instructions.
Lin Feng answered, baffled yet completely matter-of-fact, "Bring it over here, obviously. They can't all sit while I have to stand. That would be exhausting."
"Go bring me one that will make me the same height sitting down as I am standing. It needs to be soft, have a backrest, and be the kind that won't make me tired."
The guard's thoughts immediately ground to a halt. In all his life, he had never seen anyone at a podium voluntarily ask for a chair.
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