Chapter 3562: Strategy of Attacking the Heart

Lin Wan'er's strategy left An Chengxi in awe, as if she were a heavenly being.

She planned to write her own and Wu Feiyan's experiences into a script, film it as a short drama, even give Wu Feiyan an ending where she turns to ashes five hundred years later, to drive a wedge between the Wu family and Wu Feiyan, and even break their mindset—this alone was already incredibly brilliant.

Even more brilliant, she actually intended to make the short drama a reward-based system, not an investment-based one.

This is simply the best risk isolation method.

If it were investment-based filming, no matter how many shell companies were used to disguise it, the funding chain would eventually be exposed.

Who filmed this drama, and who paid the filmmaker—all of this would be nearly impossible to hide completely.

Even if the money could be hidden, whoever found that person and how they made contact would still leave a hidden danger.

But Lin Wan'er directly avoided the investment step—she simply produced ultra-high Bitcoin as an incentive out of thin air, then used the Gray Net as endorsement.

The Gray Net's high bounty would naturally cause short drama practitioners to spread it themselves, and even draw in outsiders motivated by money.

Meanwhile, Gao Ang's reward would stimulate short drama practitioners to fund and film it themselves, with no need for any contact with Lin Wan'er throughout the process.

This is somewhat like the organizers of a marathon.

They only need to offer a sufficiently high winning reward—no need to pay marathon participants a single cent in wages; runners and enthusiasts worldwide would bear their own travel and accommodation costs, flocking in, not only paying entry fees, but even in popular races needing to draw lots just to qualify—otherwise, even with money, there's no way in.

Thus, Lin Wan'er wouldn't need to give money directly to these production teams, making the funding chain completely untraceable.

And Bitcoin itself is a cryptocurrency, its trail is also anonymous—trying to trace Lin Wan'er herself through Bitcoin has zero possibility.

Even if Wu Feiyan knew this Bitcoin came from Lin Wan'er, she still couldn't trace it back.

And the Gray Net itself is an untraceable gray zone—Lin Wan'er posting tasks there, Wu Feiyan still couldn't find her.

This way, Lin Wan'er had dual security: the Gray Net and cryptocurrency.

Lin Wan'er herself need not expose any clues—just post the task, and she could attract global short drama creators to self-fund production for a bounty of several hundred Bitcoin.

By then, the story of the two might be available in hundreds of different languages across global regions, delivering a seamless 360-degree information bombardment on Wu Feiyan and the Wu family.

Even more brilliant, Lin Wan'er uploaded her own script to the Gray Net—Wu Feiyan knew the script was hers, but still couldn't trace where she was, left only to fret helplessly.

And Lin Wan'er, aside from providing money and story, bore no risk whatsoever.

Moreover, when hundreds or thousands of teams worldwide film this story, with at least tens of thousands of actors involved, even if Wu Feiyan wanted to find someone to vent her anger on, she'd have no chance—because if she acted against these actors, it would only draw unnecessary attention; viewers originally thought it was just a fictional story, but if participants met bizarre harm, they'd instead suspect some hidden connection.

An Chengxi couldn't help but sigh to Lin Wan'er: "Junior has been stirring in the dark for twenty years, and even the destructive power brought to the Breaking Pure Society combined might not match Senior's short drama plan—if Senior needs any help from Junior, Junior will give it my all!"

Lin Wan'er smiled: "This matter is simple—I'll write the script myself; even if Wu Feiyan sees at a glance it's mine, it doesn't matter, as long as she can't find me, she can only fret. As for Bitcoin, I have scattered over a hundred thousand across hundreds of electronic wallets—more than enough to handle this, even to torment her repeatedly for decades."

Smiling playfully, Lin Wan'er continued: "I plan to, in my script, have Wu Feiyan still called Wu Feiyan—I won't even change her name—let her experience the feeling of social death!"

An Chengxi sighed: "This move alone could throw the Breaking Pure Society's army into chaos—truly an excellent strategy of attacking the heart!"

After speaking, she recalled that Lin Wan'er had seen her and chatted so much, yet they hadn't mentioned Ye Chen, so she stood up and bowed deeply to Lin Wan'er, saying: "Senior, you once saved Chen'er's life—I, as his mother, feel deep gratitude, and today I finally have the chance to thank you in person!"

Lin Wan'er was somewhat surprised, asking her: "Madam, how do you know about Changsheng Bo's self-destruction of the Purple Mansion Palace? Besides me and the Young Master, only Dingyuan Bo, who was on the scene that day, knows this."

An Chengxi said shamefacedly: "Actually, I only found out later—I originally thought, given Chen'er's strength, dealing with a mere Changsheng Bo shouldn't be a problem, but I never expected that on that day, a huge sound came from the suburbs of Jin Ling, and when my people arrived, the battlefield had already been flattened—I only then realized Changsheng Bo must have had some hidden move I didn't know about."

Speaking, she didn't wait for Lin Wan'er to ask, but went straight: "At first, I didn't know whether Chen'er was dead or alive—only later, when he was safe and sound, did I guess it must have been Senior you who saved him, or perhaps the ring your father left you saved him—I don't know if my guess is correct."

Lin Wan'er smiled sweetly, nodded lightly, then sighed: "Communicating with Madam Ye is truly refreshing—straightforward, no beating around the bush."

Saying this, she put away her smile, her face solemn, and said: "She, Wu Feiyan, has chased me for so many years, nothing more than wanting that ring—originally I had long grown tired of this hiding life, the only belief keeping me from self-destruction was that ring."

"Though I am but a weak woman, unable to slay Wu Feiyan, this killer of my father, I absolutely cannot, and will not allow, Wu Feiyan to obtain that ring."

"So, I originally planned to guard that ring until Wu Feiyan's five-hundred-year yang lifespan is exhausted—this has been my belief and mission for the past three hundred years."

Lin Wan'er's eyes showed firmness, yet also a hint of contempt, as she said: "In a war, it's not necessarily true that the stronger side wins—as long as I cannot be killed, whoever survives to the end is the true victor—after all, I am younger than her; when her five-hundred-year yang lifespan ends, I still have twenty years left to live."

Saying this, Lin Wan'er sighed lightly, then continued: "But I never expected that during my time in Northern Europe, Wu Feiyan nearly captured me—this ring nearly fell into her hands—fortunately, the Young Master appeared in time and saved me from danger."

"At that moment, I realized I might not have the ability to safely guard that ring until Wu Feiyan's five-hundred-year yang lifespan ends—so I simply decided to give the ring to the Young Master."

"If advanced, that ring could assist the Young Master with one arm's strength."

"If stepped back one step, that ring could guarantee the Young Master's safety without worry."

"If stepped back another step, it could still ensure that even if Wu Feiyan one day captures me, she cannot obtain that ring."

"Without that ring, Wu Feiyan would have less than a hundred years left to live."