Chapter 287 Killing someone is like destroying their spirit!
The message was relayed back to Hainan Island as quickly as possible.
The Gu family courtyard was filled with jubilation.
Mr. and Mrs. Gu were so excited that they kept saying that Su Yue was the lucky star of the Gu family.
That evening, Gu Beichen, who never used to cook, surprisingly cooked a large table of dishes for Su Yue. He awkwardly tied on an apron and busied himself in the kitchen, preparing a celebratory meal.
Seeing the iron-blooded commander who was decisive and ruthless on the battlefield now covered in soot because he couldn't control the heat, Su Yue's heart was filled with an indescribable warmth and peace.
In the stillness of the night, she gently embraced the man's broad, muscular waist from behind.
"Thank you."
Gu Beichen froze, turned around, picked her up in his arms, and strode toward the bedroom.
"The victory celebration banquet is only just beginning."
However, at this tender moment, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the courtyard gate.
A guard stood nervously at the door, holding an urgent telegram that had just been received.
"Reporting, sir! It's from the Red Star Farm in Northern Xinjiang!"
Gu Beichen took the telegram and unfolded it.
Su Yue also went over to take a look.
The telegram contained only one short but alarming line.
"The target is using the blizzard prophecy to incite the emotions of the educated youth in an attempt to escape. Please provide instructions."
Gu Beichen unfolded the telegram, and Su Yue leaned closer, her gaze fixed on those few keywords.
Blizzard prophecy.
Incite educated youth.
Trying to escape.
Gu Beichen's aura instantly turned cold. He subconsciously reached for the red phone, preparing to issue the strictest orders.
A soft hand pressed down on him.
Su Yue raised her head, her face showing no sign of tension or anger, but instead a faint, cold smile.
Lin Wan'er, she just never learns her lesson.
She always thought that she had the script in her hands and could manipulate events at will, but little did she know that in the eyes of the real mastermind, her so-called "prophecy" was nothing more than a shovel digging her own grave.
"Don't be nervous." Su Yue took the telegram from Gu Beichen's hand and lightly tapped the word "prophecy" with her fingertip. "She wants to be a god, so we'll build her an altar."
She turned and walked calmly toward the encrypted telephone in the study that connected to the whole country.
As Gu Beichen watched her retreating figure, the murderous intent in his heart slowly subsided, replaced by complete trust.
The call was quickly connected to the office of Yu Ming, the manager of Hongxing Farm.
Listening to Yu Ming's anxious report on the other end of the phone, Su Yue's voice remained calm and undisturbed.
"Director Yu, don't suppress her, and don't arrest her. That will only make her a persecuted hero and push all the educated youth into her camp."
Yu Ming was stunned on the other end: "Then...then what do we do? Just let her incite trouble?"
"No." Su Yue's voice carried a hint of amusement. "We should promote her."
"The first step is for you to immediately convene a general meeting and publicly commend Comrade Lin Wan'er for her 'special contribution' with the most solemn words, thanking her for her accurate prediction that saved the farm from even greater losses. Elevate her to the status of a living bodhisattva who can communicate with the gods and cares deeply for the people."
"The second step is to turn the tables on them. Immediately establish a 'Disaster Relief and Self-Help Leading Group,' and in front of everyone, appoint Comrade Lin Wan'er as the group's 'Chief Advisor.'"
"Chief Advisor?" Yu Ming's voice was full of confusion.
“Yes, Chief Consultant,” Su Yue continued, “Make it clear to everyone that during the blizzard lockdown, the most difficult tasks, such as the distribution of rations, the reassurance of personnel, and the provision of warmth and shelter, will be entirely the responsibility of Chief Consultant Lin. You and the farm’s leadership team must fully cooperate with her work.”
"The third step is to secretly divide and conquer. You should find a few absolutely trustworthy veteran Party members and retired soldiers to form a true core decision-making body. Give Lin Wan'er people and resources as she needs, but the actual power must be firmly in your own hands, completely sidelining her."
Yu Ming gasped on the other end of the phone; he had a vague idea of Su Yue's intentions.
That's a ruthless move.
However, the worst was yet to come.
“The final step, and the most crucial one,” Su Yue said, lowering her voice even further. “When she’s under immense pressure from the title of chief consultant, find the most opportune moment to ‘unintentionally’ reveal a message to the educated youth who have been most deeply influenced by her.”
"They said that the higher-ups have already learned of Comrade Lin Wan'er's miraculous deeds and attach great importance to her 'special abilities.' They are preparing to send a military helicopter over as soon as the weather improves to pick her up and take her to a more important place in the capital to play a greater role."
After these words were spoken, a long silence fell over the other end of the phone.
Yu Ming felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.
To kill someone is to destroy their spirit.
This is no longer just praising someone to death; it's nailing Lin Wan'er to the cross of honor, making her be torn to pieces by the very believers she has stirred up.
Red Star Farm in Northern Xinjiang.
Lin Wan'er never dreamed that happiness would come so suddenly.
She was personally invited by Yu Ming to the stage to receive applause and cheers from thousands of employees and educated youth.
The appointment as "Chief Advisor for Disaster Relief and Self-Help" made her feel incredibly elated.
She won.
She finally broke free from Su Yue's control and, with her "prophecy," carved out a place for herself in this icy wasteland.
However, this elation vanished completely less than half an hour after she sat down in the "chief consultant's" office.
The office door was practically worn down by footsteps.
"Advisor Lin! The roof of the western stable collapsed under the weight of the snow, and more than a dozen horses are freezing to death! What should we do?!"
"Advisor Lin! The heating pipe in dormitory number three has burst. If we don't find a solution soon, dozens of educated youth will freeze to death tonight!"
"Advisor Lin! The grain in the warehouse is only enough to feed everyone for three days! Please think of a solution and predict when the next batch of relief grain will arrive!"
Faces contorted with hunger and cold, and eyes filled with expectation and even a hint of fanaticism, surrounded her.
Her memories of the future were utterly useless in the face of these most concrete, trivial, and fatal realities.
If she distributes the food even slightly unevenly, it immediately sparks huge resentment and arguments.
Unable to conjure cotton clothes and coal, she could only watch helplessly as people's hopes were slowly eroded in the biting cold wind.
Just when she was overwhelmed by these things and on the verge of collapse, the news about the "helicopter" spread like wildfire among the desperate educated youth.
Her "followers," who had just regarded her as a savior, were instantly thrown into an uproar.
Their eyes changed.
Trust turned into suspicion.
Worship turned into anger.
"Lin Wan'er! They said the higher-ups are sending a helicopter to pick you up and take you away alone! Is that true?!"
"Are you going to abandon us and go to the capital to enjoy a life of luxury?"
"You liar! You're using us as stepping stones to your rise to power!"
An angry crowd surrounded her small office, their shouts of questioning and cursing nearly lifting the roof off.
Lin Wan'er was cornered against the wall, her whole body ice-cold.
Looking at those once-familiar faces, now grotesque, she finally understood Su Yue's true purpose.
Su Yue didn't intend to kill her.
Su Yue wanted to exhaust her, annoy her to death, and finally burn her to death on the empty title of "Chief Advisor" by the anger she herself had ignited.
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