The silence after the smear campaign was deliberate.
Lin Feng didn't issue a public denial.
No lawsuit. No counteraccusation. No press conference.
Instead, he hosted a children's story session in an old factory library repurposed by a grassroots learning collective.
No cameras were invited.
But a parent live-streamed a blurry feed, capturing Lin seated on the floor, cross-legged, reading a translated West African folktale about a tortoise who refused to race the rabbit—not out of fear, but because "the wind had more stories to tell him."
The clip was shared, reposted, clipped again, translated into memes.
The message was subtle, yet unmistakable:
Lin Feng wasn't running their race.
And that refusal unnerved those who'd built careers around pacing, timing, and control.
Across Beijing, a different sort of meeting was underway.
