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"Yawn, finally got it all done. That was exhausting..."

"Fortunately, everything went smoothly. I'm not good at dealing with unexpected variables."

Lin Feng, just woken up, rubbed his groggy eyes and struggled to get out of bed.

After becoming a Wallfacer and announcing his Macro-Electron Storage Plan, he had spent about a week making all the necessary arrangements.

The first thing he did after finishing was sleep from morning until the next morning.

While eating breakfast prepared by the servant, he looked at the day's newspaper. The front page headline was a striking title: "No One Understands Wallfacing Better Than Me!"

The content of the newspapers from multiple outlets was eerily similar, with headlines like "Tyrant of a New Era," "The Arrival of Another Dictator," "America Faces a ***ized Future," "The Halo of Democracy Fades," "Freedom Will Cease to Exist," and so on.

In short, according to these newspapers, everything Lin Feng did was wrong, including his birth. Even the air he breathed was polluting the Earth's environment.

Lin Feng felt nothing about it. Looking at his photo from the press conference on the newspaper, he recalled the events of the past few days.

This was all his plan, a plan he had been working on for five full years.

The plan was divided into two steps.

The first step was to kill the chicken to scare the monkeys. After he became a Wallfacer, there were bound to be people who wouldn't accept it, especially someone like him who was previously unknown. People would definitely find fault and cause trouble for him, so he had to show his 'dictatorial' side. This was his disguise after becoming a Wallfacer; he had to act like a Wallfacer.

Don't look at Luo Ji, no one bothered him because he was less a Wallfacer chosen by humanity and more a Wallfacer chosen by Three-Body.

Three-Body specifically targeted him for assassination. This uniqueness attracted the attention of the highest powers in human civilization. Lin Feng couldn't compare to him. Neither Three-Body nor the human elite had paid attention to him before.

The second step was to announce the Macro-Electron Storage Plan. This plan was just a wild idea of his. Theoretically, it seemed possible, but Lin Feng himself couldn't guarantee if it would actually work. This was something that hadn't happened in the original work, and before he became a Wallfacer, he didn't have the capital to conduct experiments.

No matter how insignificant Sophon was to Three-Body, it was still the most cutting-edge military technology of the human faction against Three-Body. It was similar to nuclear weapons, extremely dangerous, and something no amount of money could get close to.

However, even if it didn't work, it wouldn't be too bad. The purpose of the Macro-Electron Storage Plan was to alleviate the internal strife during humanity's Great Depression.

The Macro-Electron Storage Plan involved building tower structures all over the world.

So the question arose: who would build these things?

Construction workers, of course!

Global employment opportunities would increase, and the unemployed could earn an income by selling their labor.

Once these people earned money, they would naturally spend it, driving demand in various sectors worldwide.

This was the true intention behind Lin Feng's Macro-Electron Storage Plan. The plan would serve a similar purpose to work-relief programs.

Moreover, it would fundamentally solve the electricity problem in impoverished regions. Even if the Macro-Electron Storage Plan failed, using the towers to generate electricity from the Earth's electric field was completely feasible. Since they would be distributed globally, there would be no need to worry about long-distance high-voltage transmission lines like with nuclear power plants.

During humanity's Great Depression, at least there would be no worries about daily electricity consumption.

"Just employment and energy might not be enough, though? How about implementing the 007 Work System? If everyone is incredibly busy, working and then sleeping as soon as they get home, they naturally won't have so many extraneous thoughts."

Thinking about humanity's Great Depression, Lin Feng couldn't help but ponder. Solving the employment and energy issues wouldn't guarantee that humanity wouldn't experience a Great Depression. For example, problems with food, environmental pollution caused by the indiscriminate use of nuclear rockets, and the propaganda of the ETO organization...

All these problems had one root cause: the human heart. The human heart was too easily swayed.

So Lin Feng thought of the 007 Work System. As long as the people at the bottom worked under the 007 Work System, their hearts would be stable because they would be too tired, with no time for anything beyond work and rest.

As for the psychological stress accumulated from busy work, it could be resolved by promoting cultural products like "pacifiers," such as instant competitive games that could be played in a short time, videos that could amuse people without requiring much thought, or dances and music that could calm people down in a few minutes.

That's right! The people at the bottom didn't need brains! Being cogs in the machine was enough!

"Okay, I'll do that. I'll tell the United Nations about it later. If we use the Dark Forest Crisis as an excuse, no one should object..."

As Lin Feng was thinking, the phone on the table rang.

"Your worker is calling... Your worker is calling..."

Lin Feng glanced at the phone number. It was from an employee of his former company before he became a Wallfacer. After becoming a Wallfacer, to avoid trouble, Lin Feng chose to transfer his company shares.

"Hello? Who is this? Don't bring company issues to me. I've already sold my company shares and am no longer your boss. If you have any problems, go to the actual owner of the company shares."

"Hehehe, Mr. Taylor, I am looking for you."

Lin Feng raised an eyebrow and calmly used another phone to call the CIA.

"Who are you?"

Lin Feng questioned, intending to stall for time so the CIA could track the caller's location via their IP address.

"You don't need to dwell on my identity. I'm just an ordinary messenger delivering a letter to you."

"The letter has been sent to your email. I hope you will review it."

After speaking, without waiting for Lin Feng to say anything more, the other end hung up.

Putting down the phone, Lin Feng quickly logged into his email on his phone and browsed the recently received emails.

Just by looking at the email titles, Lin Feng knew the sender's identity.

Traitors to all of humanity!

The ETO organization!

This email was a challenge issued to Lin Feng!

The email stated that in one month, the ETO would publicly broadcast a "Wallbreaker" of his Wallfacing plan in front of the Lincoln Memorial Hall.

Lin Feng could choose not to go, in which case they would publish it online and list all the evidence they had collected.

"Those troublesome guys are finally here..."

Lin Feng looked at the email with a solemn expression, muttering to himself.

Eight days later, on Washington Street, a surging crowd formed a beautiful scene. They held high banners opposing the 007 Work System and shouted loud slogans.

"Oppose the 007 Work System!"

"Resolutely uphold the rights of workers!"

"Respect labor laws!"

The crowd was like a swarm of locusts passing through. Even the thugs who usually bullied people on the streets had their fangs retracted, shrinking in fear in the dark alleys.

Inside a coffee shop by the roadside, two men watched the protesting crowd outside the window.

"The number of these protests is increasing."

One of the men, small and pale, sighed.

The other man took a sip of coffee and replied nonchalantly.

"It's like this in all countries, not just America."

Only a Wallfacer could mobilize all countries to do the same thing.

There were four Wallfacers: Luo Ji was in seclusion, Bill Hines was still tinkering with brain technology, Manuel Ray Diaz wasn't focused on this, leaving only Lin Feng, who had been promoted as a substitute.

"Feng Taylor's request... what exactly is he trying to achieve by doing this?" the small, pale man asked.

This question was less an inquiry about something and more an affirmation of something.

"Von Neumann, are you doubting his true intentions?"

The man sitting opposite him paused his coffee sipping and looked at the man opposite him sternly.

Von Neumann also picked up his coffee and took a sip before replying, "A Wallfacer is meant to deceive the entire world. Whether it's God or humanity, they are both targets of his deception."

"Beethoven, I don't believe the Macro-Electron Storage Plan he announced is his true objective."

"If he hadn't held that press conference, I might not have been able to draw such a conclusion so easily. But he's too young. Young people are always in a hurry. His actions are meant to quickly tell everyone that his Macro-Electron Storage Plan is 'real'."

The man opposite Von Neumann nodded.

"But he hasn't shown any slip-ups so far."

"Sometimes, the answer is right in front of you, but you just don't believe it's real."

"Are you saying Feng Taylor's plan is the real strategic intention?"

"It's fake, and it's also real."

Von Neumann shook his head and then nodded, took a sip of coffee, and continued.

"In a month, Feng Taylor will be utterly defeated."