The level of productivity is determined by technology and the mental state of "the vast majority of people."
The so-called mental state is actually the collection of thoughts of contemporary people.
Art is a derivative expression of the integration of technology, productivity and ideas.
Art is not only a product of the times, but it also transcends the shackles of the times.
Good art can lead civilization forward.
In 2206, after the new human leadership meeting ended, Chen Feng gave instructions. Humanity had already reached the outer reaches of the solar system. He believed that since the leaders of the outer colonies would not be able to return to Earth for meetings in the future, future meetings would be changed to
Chengdu was held online using quantum networks.
Within the solar system, a real meeting is held every ten years. The main purpose is to convey the spirit. At the same time, he will review the situation of some people in person and promote some important positions.
Now that Chen Feng's life experience is rich enough and he has seen countless people's birth, old age, illness and death, his understanding of human nature has reached a depth that is unimaginable by ordinary people.
Even if you are a born actor, you can't hide in front of him.
In recent years, he has not only played a kind and good old man.
Although the vast majority of people are trustworthy, when there are too many people, there will always be some people who cannot control the dark side of their hearts.
These people are not satisfied with social recognition in the ordinary sense, but also desire to dominate other people's lives like Chen Feng.
If it was just a case of the strong dominating the weak, Chen Feng wouldn't say anything.
But there are always people who take desperate measures, break rules, ignore laws and harm innocent people.
Then at this time, the quantum comprehensive monitoring network established by Chen Feng himself will come into play.
He personally ordered the arrest and processing of as many as 8,000 people if not 10,000.
In order to prevent the civilized system from turning into an absolute military regime that stifles creativity, he personally took control of the surveillance network.
After his death, he will bury this surveillance network under the dust of history and order his successors not to use it.
…
Time passed unknowingly to the year 2245. At this time, Chen Feng still had 55 years left to live.
Humanity has established colonies in galaxies closer to the solar system such as Centauri.
In the previous timeline, the Salvation Society implemented a comfort plan at this point in time to eliminate some stubborn laggards.
In fact, Chen Feng had already implemented it this time.
According to the predictions of the Millennium Plan, the population of the group of people Chen Feng sent to Australia should have been almost completely lost by around 2245.
However, there is no need for a comfort plan now.
Zhong Lei's efforts saved the fallen and brought new changes to Chen Feng.
More than fifty years have passed by with a snap of the fingers.
Time passed to the year 2300, and Chen Feng was finally coming to the end of his life.
He made a slight misjudgment.
He originally thought he still had about three hundred years to live.
Now it seems that two hundred and eighty years have passed, but his deadline is approaching and he cannot disobey it.
It may be that he has lived too tired and hard these years, and even a perfect galactic human being cannot withstand such oppression.
It may also be that his original estimate of his lifespan was still too hasty and not accurate enough.
Who knows?
That's not important.
The strange thing is that although Chen Feng has clearly sensed the boundaries of his life, he still looks like a middle-aged man.
He was still young, but he knew he was indeed dying.
In recent months, his memory of invincibility, which was almost as good as burning a disc, has gradually faded.
He suddenly forgets many things, and his memory becomes increasingly blurry.
It is not an exaggeration to say that his eyesight is dim.
After all, he lived to be about four hundred years old.
As the longest-lived person across ten timelines, he has lived too long.
His brain has been running at high intensity around the clock for more than four hundred years. Even the machine is aging.
That afternoon, he lay quietly on the beach chair in the Hanzhou Villa.
The sky is golden with sunset.
The elm trees in the courtyard swayed their branches in the autumn wind.
Pieces of golden leaves fell like golden snowflakes.
Outside the walls of Chen Feng's courtyard, millions of people were standing densely packed.
The expression on everyone's face was very sad, with a hint of confusion.
There are still two hundred years left until 2500.
The next two hundred years will be particularly important.
But mankind has lost a leader who has led the way and lit a beacon for the world.
No matter how great a person is, he cannot defeat time.
Human beings have to rely on themselves as to how to proceed.
At this time, Chen Feng still has not clearly told the world that he will be resurrected, and he is even deliberately hiding it.
Because he doesn't want so many "Chen Feng" to appear again in the 31st century.
These people should have different destinies, and should use their best talents in their most suitable positions, and should not live for others as a spare tire for their soul carriers.
Chen Feng also believes that humans in this timeline no longer need to put all their hope in him traveling through time to save the world in the thirty-first century.
This time humans will be very strong.
He has this confidence.
Finally, a fire suddenly burst into flames below Chen Feng's Hanzhou Courtyard.
This was an arrangement he had made in advance.
He told the world that he would choose to be cremated. He did not need to erect a monument or build a tomb, nor did he need people to put down their work and come here to pay their respects every year.
He has only one request for future generations: to be themselves.
People standing outside the courtyard put their hands together and pressed them on both sides of their thighs. They all raised their heads and looked at the fire that was burning higher and higher.
No one saluted, and no one cried.
People just looked at it with solemn expressions.
In the vast plains of Hanzhou, except for the beep-bop-bop sound of burning flames, there was no sound.
After a long time, the flames gradually died down, leaving only a pool of white ashes covering an area of more than 80 acres on the plain.
I don’t know who started it.
In the crowd, the sound of a heavy punch to the chest suddenly sounded.
Then a rough and hoarse voice said loudly: "Thank you, the sage, for guiding me on the way forward. I will never let the sage down in my life. I will dedicate my life to the eternal cause of mankind like the sage, until I die!"
As soon as this statement came out, followers gathered in large numbers.
People choose to swear instead of crying.
This time Chen Feng never publicized the title of "Sage" to the outside world.
But some things seem inevitable.
He just died here.
The name of "Sage" spread throughout civilization.
…
"Stars? What year is this? Where is this?"
In the spacious, bright and feminine room, Chen Feng sat upright from the recliner with a confused look on his face, turned to look at the girl in red beside him, and asked in confusion.
If I remember correctly, he should have died just now.
Fanxing will follow his instructions and create the illusion of cremation.
In fact, his body will be transported underground from the tunnel and then frozen in a secret base in the center of the earth.
Of course his body cannot be burned.
If something goes wrong in the solar system again, we might have to use this to "resurrection" in the thirty-first century.
So now he should have woken up directly in the thirty-first century.
Based on his experience, he believes that there are only two scenarios for awakening.
First, he arrived directly at the Daxue Mountain Base as Private Chen Feng.
Second, wake up in a frozen ice coffin in the underground base.
But what the hell is this now?
What the hell is this room?
Pink gauze, pink bedding, a kawaii-style comic mural on the wall, and the girl in red with a wicked smile next to her - Fanxing.
