Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Chapter 795: Wang Jian’s Plan To Incite Chaos In UK And France



Wang Jian’s operation was well-orchestrated, like the workings of an elaborate, perfectly synchronized clock. He had his elite team—Jessica, Bella, Emma, Charlotte, and Sarah—launching a multi-faceted campaign that would expose, tarnish, and ultimately bury the reputations of the political elite, sparing neither the ruling party nor the opposition. The outcome was beginning to look inevitable, as though he’d set an unstoppable wave in motion.

Seated in a lavish hotel suite in Rome, Wang Jian’s gaze flickered across the room, his eyes sharp and calculating. His girlfriends surrounded him, each working fervently on their assignments. Reports, laptops, and phones cluttered the large mahogany table at the center of the suite, their screens glowing with analytics and insights from their ongoing campaigns.

Wang Jian took a sip from his coffee, his expression one of detached satisfaction. "Jessica," he began, "how are our digital campaigns performing?"

Jessica didn’t look up from her laptop; her fingers danced over the keys, pulling up charts and metrics. "We’re trending all over social media," she replied, her voice calm yet carrying a spark of excitement. "The public is lapping it up. We’ve painted the senior politicians as corrupt and out-of-touch, and they’re eating out of our hands."

"Good," Wang Jian murmured, a smirk playing on his lips. "Bella, give me the rundown on the ground campaigns."

Bella looked up, her eyes bright. "We’ve got boots on the ground, Jian. Flyers are being handed out, rallies are springing up, and billboards are all over. People are restless—they’re eager for change, and they’re seeing us as the ones to bring it."

Emma, who had been taking notes and monitoring social media trends on her phone, chimed in with a pragmatic tone, "We’re not just tearing them down; we’re elevating our own candidates. Federica, Beatrice, and Giulia—they’re being positioned as Italy’s next leaders. People are responding really well, and the media is finally picking up our narrative."

Charlotte, her voice steady and confident, added, "We’ve been meticulous in crafting their image. They’re being seen as the future—young, energetic, and sincerely concerned for the country’s welfare. That’s exactly what people want, and our polls show they’re gaining ground every day."

Sarah nodded in agreement as she scrolled through the latest analytics. "All the data points are lining up. The engagement is off the charts, and Federica, Beatrice, and Giulia are steadily climbing in popularity. If we keep this momentum going, it won’t be long before they’re officially appointed as the new face of the ruling party."

Leaning back in his chair, Wang Jian exhaled slowly, his gaze unwavering. "That’s exactly what we need. Keep pressing forward. Make their rise inevitable."

As the weeks passed, the senior leaders caught wind of the targeted attacks on their reputations. Rumors circulated in the upper echelons of government and party offices. Frantic meetings took place behind closed doors as they scrambled to counter the allegations, hiring PR firms and shell companies to clean up their images and emphasize their supposed achievements.

Yet, their efforts fell flat. Despite the money and resources poured into damage control, the senior leaders were unable to match the coordinated impact of Wang Jian’s team. The public was captivated by the story of Federica, Beatrice, and Giulia—the newcomers promising transparency and fresh ideas.

The evening that Wang Jian received the call from Federica was filled with a tense energy. He saw her name flashing on his phone screen and took the call, keeping his tone calm.

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"Wang Jian, we did it!" Federica’s voice buzzed with barely-contained excitement. "The ruling party is assigning us key ministries—they couldn’t ignore the people’s support for us anymore!"

Wang Jian’s face split into a satisfied smile. "That’s fantastic, Federica. I knew you had it in you. This is just the beginning."

Federica’s voice softened, conveying a mix of pride and gratitude. "Thank you, Wang Jian. None of this would’ve been possible without you."

Hanging up, Wang Jian turned to the team, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "It’s official. Federica, Beatrice, and Giulia have secured ministerial positions. We’ve reshaped the Italian government from the ground up."

Jessica, visibly proud, shook her head in disbelief. "Unbelievable. We’ve actually done it."

Bella, her voice filled with newfound determination, added, "This is a victory, no question. But we’ve got work to do. Our next move should be destabilizing the United Kingdom and France. They’re critical to the larger plan."

Wang Jian leaned forward, folding his hands as his mind drifted to the bigger picture. "Exactly. They’re integral to the U.S. and its influence in Europe. If we can stir up internal conflicts, they won’t be able to lend any support across the Atlantic."

Emma’s eyes gleamed with sharp calculation. "The UK and France—different beasts. They’ve got entrenched political systems, and their societies are, in some ways, more cohesive. We’ll need to fracture those bonds to get what we need."

Charlotte, ever the strategist, nodded. "Agreed. We’ll need a blend of political and social tactics to stir the pot. In the UK, we should target the parliament itself, along with some other institutions. We’ve got to bring them down from the inside."

Sarah was already pulling up a list of key political figures. "So, same approach as Italy? Dig up the skeletons in their closets, expose corruption, affairs, shady business deals?"

Wang Jian shook his head, his expression steely. "No, this time we need something more insidious. In Italy, we relied on a smooth transition of support. In the UK and France, we’re going to aim for chaos. We’ll introduce a religious element. We’ll make the Muslim communities feel oppressed, marginalized. We want them to believe they have no choice but to stand up and fight."

Jessica’s hands paused over her laptop, her brow furrowed. "Wang Jian… that could get out of control. Religion isn’t something we can manipulate without consequences. People could die."

"This is war, Jessica," Wang Jian replied, his tone cold, almost chilling. "In a war, people get hurt. We’re not going to fight this war on traditional battlefields. If we can stir up unrest, create a religious and social divide, we can weaken both nations from within."

Bella’s eyes glinted with excitement as she caught on to his idea. "We’ll start with small-scale activism, stir up grievances—subtle enough that no one suspects us, but powerful enough to catch fire."

Emma nodded slowly, her voice steady. "We’ll use the NGOs we’ve set up through our companies. They can organize protests, rallies. And we’ll fund smaller religious groups, amplify their concerns."

Charlotte looked thoughtful, nodding. "It’s vital we don’t rush this. The narrative has to be compelling enough for people to buy into it. If we play it right, we can draw lines in the sand between communities that have coexisted peacefully for years."

Sarah was already typing on her laptop, creating fake social media accounts and researching common grievances among Muslim communities in both countries. "We’re looking at a slow burn. Start with social media posts—statements about discrimination, restrictions. We’re going to light a spark and let it spread."

Wang Jian surveyed the room, pleased with their resolve. "Our NGOs will feed into this unrest. They’ll organize protests, push for rights. Then, when the tension is thick enough, we’ll escalate—riots, rallies, anything that stirs fear in the public."

Jessica’s concern lingered. "Jian, we’re stepping into dangerous territory. Once we incite violence, we can’t control where it goes."

Wang Jian’s gaze hardened. "Jessica, I chose each of you because you understand the risks. This is for the greater cause. We’ll weaken them to the point where they’ll be so preoccupied with their own issues, they won’t have time or resources to back the U.S."

Bella crossed her arms, her voice firm. "Then we need intel—key figures in both countries, religious leaders, people who’ll rally the community to our cause."

Emma spoke up, her voice unwavering. "And when the time comes, we plant evidence, make it look like authorities were discriminating against them all along. That’ll cement the narrative."

Charlotte glanced around the room, a glint of satisfaction in her eyes. "We’re going to make them believe this is a battle for their very survival."

Days passed as the team meticulously planned every step. Intelligence flowed in steadily; they tracked politicians’ missteps, leaders’ weaknesses, all while coordinating with their NGO fronts to lay the groundwork for a carefully constructed narrative.

One afternoon, Jessica summarized their findings. "The UK’s politicians—some have minor scandals, but nothing huge. But they’re vulnerable to social pressure, especially around human rights. We can push the idea that Muslims are being oppressed and the government is turning a blind eye."

Wang Jian’s face remained impassive as he turned to Bella. "And France?"

Bella grinned. "It’s ripe for disruption. We’ve got politicians with ties to old scandals, nepotism cases, even a few who’ve been tied to extremist policies. If we position them as targeting the Muslim population, we’ll trigger the reaction we need."

Wang Jian nodded approvingly. "Then we’re set. Once we’ve ignited the unrest, we let it grow naturally."

Jessica’s voice was cautious, almost wary. "And if it escalates beyond our control?"

"It won’t," Wang Jian said simply, his confidence unshaken. "But if it does, remember—collateral damage is acceptable. This is bigger than any of us."

He looked at each of them in turn, his gaze both warning and reassuring. They knew what was at stake.


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