He Always Pretended to Be Stupid

The SG CEO's heart tightened, and he pressed, "What are your standards for these reskin-and-cash-grab games?"

"I am the standard. I play every game myself to confirm if its function meets my expectations through my own gaming experience," Lin Feng said.

Lin Feng disliked the idea that any standard had loopholes that could be exploited, so he set himself as the standard, making those who wanted to exploit loopholes and muddle through try to guess what Lin Feng was thinking.

He got the answer he wanted. Although the red line Lin Feng drew wasn't very clear, it was at least a standard, so he wouldn't have to be on edge like before.

"I see. Thank you for your advice. It's very helpful for our game development."

"You're welcome. After all, I'm also a player. I'm happy to see the gaming industry develop better and hope more high-quality virtual games will be produced online."

The two shook hands and smiled at each other.

In the Three-Body Game world, ETO members who were still pondering Lin Feng's true plan suddenly received very bad news.

"The scheme succeeded?!"

At the ETO high-level meeting, King Wen of Zhou Ji Chang slammed the table and stood up in shock, staring wide-eyed at the ETO subordinate reporting.

"The information interpreted from the thought model indicates this. During the conversation between Wallfacer Feng and the SG CEO Knight William, there was a moment where such an idea was revealed," the ETO subordinate reported.

All the ETO high-level members felt their scalps tingle. Recalling the previous failure when Sophon came to question them, they felt that Wallfacer Feng had once again put a knife to their throats.

They hadn't figured anything out yet, and Wallfacer Feng's scheme had already succeeded? This was outrageous!

The ETO high-level members immediately began discussing and exchanging opinions in a flurry.

"Feng Taylor is, after all, only human, and he made a misstep. His plan is related to the virtual game SG Company is developing!"

Some advocated for simply bombing SG Company to violently destroy Lin Feng's plan, but not everyone agreed.

"It might be a misinterpretation of the thought model or a trap set by Feng Taylor. Acting rashly now is not a good choice."

Nothing was clear yet. ETO was not like it was during Evans's time, when it was in a state of severe depletion after being jointly attacked by various countries.

After a period of discussion, they made a decision.

"Send people to infiltrate SG and try to break through Feng Taylor's plan from within the game development."

"Also, we should study Feng Taylor's 'one core, two principles' game development framework. It must contain part of Feng Taylor's plan."

"During this period, surveillance on Feng Taylor must not be relaxed. Every action he takes must be recorded."

"We cannot experience the same failure twice. Perhaps this time, the flaw is Feng Taylor's scheme to divert our attention, and he's hiding his true plan in what seems like insignificant small actions to us."

An ETO subordinate, who was listening in, asked his companion with disbelief.

"This is too exaggerated. Is Feng Taylor still human?"

His companion shook his head and lowered his voice, replying with absolute certainty.

"Never have such thoughts. He's always been this dangerous."

"Feng Taylor is skilled at manipulating and deceiving others. He always pretends to be foolish, saying foolish things that seem thoughtless, but if you truly believe he's foolish, he'll strike you with a fatal blow like a venomous snake."

"He is the only Wallfacer who has ever made the organization feel defeated. For such a person, no amount of vigilance is too much."

A few days after his conversation with SG CEO Knight William, a large number of negative news articles about Lin Feng suddenly appeared in the media.

"Nobody understands games better than me?"

Lin Feng frowned, looking at the large headline on the newspaper's front page.

He mused that this probably had nothing to do with ETO, as this method was too low-level and useless. Curiosity arose about who was slandering him.

Lin Feng called the maid to inquire, "Who is using the media to slander me?"

"In your words, it's those studios that develop reskin-and-cash-grab games," the maid replied.

When a large amount of negative news about Wallfacer Feng suddenly appeared in recent public opinion, the CIA noticed it immediately and investigated the cause and effect.

They didn't take action simply because they saw it wasn't ETO.

"One defamation lawsuit per person, handled according to the severity of the circumstances. This is part of the plan. All the fines will be transferred to the Macro-electron Energy Storage Project's fund pool," Lin Feng said coldly.

"Understood."

The maid nodded without surprise.

Just as Lin Feng was about to settle down to read the newspaper, he vaguely heard a commotion outside.

The maid, who was about to leave, was stopped by Lin Feng.

"Who is making such a racket outside?"

"It's those people you were just about to sue," the maid said.

"What is their purpose in coming here?"

"They hope you can give them a way out and wish to talk with you."

Lin Feng raised an eyebrow. The maid's mention of 'talking' reminded him of that idiot he met in Japan last time who wanted him to apologize and compensate.

After thinking it over, Lin Feng felt that there shouldn't be too many idiots in the world, so he got up.

"Let's go meet them."

Outside the door, a crowd had gathered in front of the mansion's main gate. They were like a parade, holding banners and flags that declared their demands.

"Feng Taylor! Give us a way to live!"

"We have families to feed!"

The voices rose and fell, a cacophony like a bustling marketplace. No matter what Lin Feng said, his voice would be drowned out.

After several failed attempts, Lin Feng's patience wore thin. He called for his agents, had them bring a large sound system, and grabbed a microphone to shout.

"If you want to feed your families, then make games with substance! Players aren't just leeks to be harvested for money! Games from the past that were mindless, relying only on grinding or paying to win—what do players get after they finish? A sense of accomplishment? Vanity? Happiness?"

"Let me tell you what I got after playing! It was the schemes! The money-grabbing schemes!"

His voice, like a tidal wave, drowned out everyone else. The crowd fell silent.

Someone in the crowd shouted back, "We want to make games with substance too, but we don't have the money!"

Lin Feng sneered. It was all nonsense. If they truly had that intention, would they need to resort to reskinning and money-grabbing?

"Then go work at the Macro-electron Energy Storage Project for a year. With so many of you, working for a year should earn you millions of dollars, right? Is it really that difficult to pool that money together to develop a game with substance?" Lin Feng questioned them through the microphone.

Knowing that this wouldn't change Lin Feng's decision, some in the crowd, filled with indignation, cursed him.

"Why are you targeting us? What about pirated games?"

"Pirated games? Let me tell you, piracy will only lead to a worse fate. You guys just get fined, but they'll be sent to prison to pick up soap!"