He Always Pretended to Be Stupid

The SG Company president's heart tightened, and he pressed further. "What standards do you use to judge these reskinned cash-grab games?"

"I am the standard. I'll play every game myself and use my own experience to determine whether a game's purpose meets my expectations," Lin Feng said.

Every standard had loopholes that people could exploit by skirting the line. Lin Feng did not want to see that, so he made himself the standard and let those people trying to muddy the waters and slip through the cracks guess what he was thinking.

Having received the answer he wanted, the red line Lin Feng had drawn might not have been particularly clear, but at least there was now a standard. They would no longer have to remain as anxious as before.

"So that's how it is. Thank you for your advice. It will be a great help to our game development."

"You're welcome. After all, I'm a player too. I'm more than happy to see the gaming industry develop further, and I hope the internet produces more high-quality virtual games."

The two shook hands and smiled at each other.

In the Three-Body Game world, the ETO members still puzzling over Lin Feng's true plan suddenly received some very bad news.

"The scheme succeeded?!"

At the ETO high-level meeting, King Wen of Zhou Ji Chang slapped the table and shot to his feet in fright, staring wide-eyed at the lower-ranking ETO member giving the report.

"That was the information interpreted from the thought model. During the conversation between Feng Taylor and SG Company president Knight William, he revealed such a thought for an instant," the lower-ranking ETO member reported.

The ETO higher-ups felt their scalps go numb. Thinking of the previous failure, when the Sophon had come to hold them accountable, they only felt that Wallfacer Feng Taylor had once again placed a blade against their throats.

They did not even have a clue yet, but Feng Taylor's scheme had already succeeded? How could they allow that?

The ETO higher-ups immediately began an intense discussion, exchanging opinions.

"Feng Taylor is still only human. He has still taken a wrong step. His plan is related to the virtual game SG Company is developing!"

Someone proposed simply bombing SG Company and violently destroying Lin Feng's plan, but not everyone agreed.

"It could be an incorrect interpretation by the thought model, or a trap set by Feng Taylor. Acting rashly now would not be a good choice."

Nothing was clear yet. The ETO was no longer what it had been in Evans's time. After being jointly besieged by various countries, the entire ETO was still severely weakened.

After a round of discussion, they reached a decision.

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

"And Feng Taylor's game development framework of 'one core, two principles' should also be studied. Part of Feng Taylor's plan must be mixed into it."

"During this time, surveillance of Feng Taylor cannot be relaxed. Every single one of his actions must be recorded."

"We cannot suffer the same failure a second time. Perhaps this flaw is part of Feng Taylor's scheme, intended to divert our attention and hide his true plan within those little actions that seem insignificant to us."

A lower-ranking ETO member listening from the side asked his companion beside him in disbelief.

"Isn't that too exaggerated? Is Feng Taylor even human?"

His companion shook his head and answered in a low, resolute voice.

"Never think that way. He has always been this dangerous."

"Feng Taylor is skilled at misleading and deceiving others. He always pretends to be incredibly stupid, saying foolish things that seem like they were never thought through. But if you truly believe he is stupid, he will give you a fatal strike like a venomous snake."

"He is the only Wallfacer so far to make the organization experience failure. No degree of vigilance is excessive when dealing with someone like him."

A few days after his conversation with SG Company president Knight William, a flood of negative news about Lin Feng suddenly appeared in newspapers and media outlets.

"No one understands games better than I do?"

Lin Feng frowned as he looked at the huge headline on the front page of the newspaper.

Thinking it probably had nothing to do with the ETO, since such a tactic was too low-level and utterly useless, he became curious about who was smearing him.

Lin Feng summoned the maid and asked, "Who is using the media to smear me?"

"In your words, the studios developing those reskinned cash-grab games," the maid replied.

When a large number of negative stories about Wallfacer Feng Taylor had suddenly appeared in recent public discourse, the CIA had noticed immediately and investigated the entire matter.

They simply had not acted after discovering that it was not the ETO.

"Charge each of them with defamation and deal with them according to the severity of the case. This is part of the plan. Transfer all fine money into the Macro-electron Energy Storage Project's fund pool," Lin Feng said coldly.

"Understood."

The maid nodded without the slightest surprise.

Just as Lin Feng was preparing to settle down and read the newspaper, he vaguely heard a burst of commotion outside.

Lin Feng stopped the maid, who had been about to leave.

"Who is making such a racket outside?"

"The people you were just preparing to take to court," the maid said.

"What do they want here?"

"They hope you can give them a way to survive. They want to talk with you."

Lin Feng raised an eyebrow. The maid's words, "talk with you," reminded him of the idiot he had encountered in Japan last time, who had demanded that he apologize and compensate him.

After thinking it over, Lin Feng decided there should not be that many idiots in the world and stood up.

"Let's go see them."

Outside, a crowd had blocked the entrance to the estate. Like a protest march, they held banners and flags declaring their demands.

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

"We still need this to support our families!"

Their voices rose and fell, as noisy as a marketplace. No matter what Lin Feng said, his voice would be drowned out.

After trying several times, Lin Feng's patience ran out. He summoned agents to bring over a large speaker, then grabbed a microphone and shouted.

"If you want to support your families, make games with actual content! Players are not crops for you to harvest! Those mindless games from the past, where players could only grind and spend money—what did players get when the game ended? A sense of achievement? Vanity? Happiness?"

"I'll tell you what I got after playing them! I got tricks! Tricks for squeezing money out of players!"

His voice swept over them like a tidal wave, drowning out everyone else. The crowd instantly fell silent.

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

Lin Feng sneered. What a load of crap. If they really had that kind of ambition, would they need to reskin games and fleece players?

"Then go work on the Macro-electron Energy Storage Project for a year. There are so many of you. Work for one year, and earning a few million dollars should not be a problem, right? Would pooling it together to develop a game with actual content really be that difficult?" Lin Feng demanded into the microphone.

Knowing they could not change Lin Feng's decision, someone in the crowd cursed indignantly.

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

"Piracy? Let me tell you, pirates will die even worse. You'll only be fined, while they'll be sent to prison to pick up soap!"