Desert Island Survival: A Hundredfold Improvement After Having a Baby?

"Manager Wang, have you seen reality?" Chen Jian's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an absolute sense of control. "On this island, rank doesn't matter. Whoever can make a living for everyone will be the one we listen to."

Wang Qiang made a wheezing sound in his throat, too exhausted to even refute.

Chen Jian turned around and his gaze fell on Song Ya, who was tied to a tree trunk.

Song Ya had woken up, but due to the excruciating pain, she appeared weak and ashen.

"Go, get Song Ya down the slope," Chen Jian ordered, a glint of shrewdness in his eyes. "Didn't Lin Fan want people? Let him come down with all the remaining supplies in exchange. One hand over the person, the other hand over the goods."

Several people tried to help Song Ya up, but her legs were too weak to stand.

The two men each grabbed one of her arms, dragging her along the slope leading to the cliff like a sacrificial animal.

Song Ya's toes dangled limply to the ground, and Chen Jian followed behind, leading everyone on the beach in a grand procession to the bottom of the slope.

The waves crashed against the rocks.

Chen Jian stopped, looked up, and stared intently through the blinding sunlight at the platform that was faintly visible above the cliff.

"Lin Fan!"

Chen Jian took a deep breath and roared with all his might, his voice tearing across the empty beach.

"She's right here! You want her to live!" Chen Jian pointed at the dying Song Ya at his feet, "Take the supplies you promised! Get down here and exchange them!"

Chen Jian's hoarse roar echoed at the bottom of the empty cliff.

The sound of waves crashing against the rocks drowned out the echoes, and a dozen pairs of eyes on the beach were fixed on the platform extending above.

Under the blazing sun, the sand was scorching hot.

Above the cliff, Lin Fan leaned against the cool rock wall, ignoring the shouts below.

"Brother Fan," Zhou Kai, lying on the edge, glanced at the dense crowd below, then turned and lowered his voice, "They're challenging us down there. What do we do?"

"Go tell them," Lin Fan said in a flat voice, "I've shown my sincerity, and I've set the rules."

He pointed the tip of his knife out of the cliff.

"If you want to exchange items, follow my rules: find three people and bring Song Ya up here so they can take the items. If you don't want to exchange, or feel you're getting ripped off, then don't exchange."

"Just a heads-up," Lin Fan glanced at Zhou Kai, "a living tool is only useful. If that woman dies, or gets crippled or disabled by them, this deal is off."

"If they get hungry, they might as well just slice her up and roast her. Anyway, some of them are thinking about that."

Zhou Kai felt a chill run down his spine. He swallowed hard, immediately turned around, walked to the edge of the cliff, and leaned half his body out.

"Listen up, everyone!" Zhou Kai cupped his hands around his mouth, focused his energy, and relayed Lin Fan's words verbatim.

on the beach.

Upon hearing what Zhou Kai conveyed, the crowd, which had been filled with righteous indignation just moments before, fell into a deathly silence.

Chen Jian's raised hand froze in mid-air.

He thought that he had figured out Lin Fan's thoughts, and that Lin Fan would panic and try to find a new solution. However, the other party didn't even have the interest to talk.

If the other party doesn't care about the bargaining chips, they're worthless.

"This... Engineer Chen, this piece of trash is not a threat at all!"

Xiao Liang, who had just led the attack on Wang Qiang, was getting anxious. His chapped lips were bleeding. "If he doesn't come down, are we just going to stand by and watch?"

"Yeah, are we just going to leave all that food and drink up there like that?" someone chimed in.

Chen Jian gritted his teeth, large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

It was midday, and the scorching sun beat down directly on the beach without any shade.

The sand surface was extremely hot; even standing still, the soles of your feet were burning.

Everyone had just fought over a few pieces of bread and water, and they were all completely exhausted.

Besides, that half-bottle of water wasn't enough to go around splurgeing; as soon as I started sweating, my throat felt like it was on fire.

If they don't retreat and continue to linger here, this group of people will go into dehydration and shock in less than half a day.

Even worse, the woven bag Liu Gang was carrying was dripping with murky blood.

Those ten pounds of raw meat would quickly spoil and smell bad under the high temperature and sun exposure.

Chen Jian pushed up his glasses and took a deep breath.

"Take her back first." Chen Jian turned and ordered, pointing to the crevice in the distant reef. "The sun is too strong here. Song Ya is in our hands now, so we have the initiative. Even if we have to replace her, how we do it is up to us. Let's go back and discuss our strategy before we proceed."

Although the crowd was unwilling, no one was willing to stand there under the scorching sun and wait to die.

Moreover, the allure of those ten pounds of raw meat was far more direct than any vague negotiation.

"Drag her away." Xiao Liang kicked Song Ya.

The two men stepped forward, one on each side, and lifted Song Ya up, dragging her along and leaving a deep mark on the sand.

The group retreated in a grand manner to the crevice that Chen Jian had originally found.

The sun is out here, and the temperature has dropped considerably.

As soon as he sat down, everyone's eyes were focused on the blood-soaked bag next to Liu Gang.

"Engineer Chen," someone spoke urgently, their Adam's apple bobbing violently, "this meat... how do we prepare it?"

"Those dry breads are no good at all. This meat can't be left out any longer; it'll go bad by the afternoon in this heat."

Pairs of bright green eyes stared at Chen Jian.

After being starved for four or five days, the gastric juices had corroded my intestines, causing excruciating pain. This bit of raw meat was all I could think of at that moment.

Chen Jian did not refuse.

He knew that he now had to distribute this piece of meat in order to re-establish his leadership position in the group.

"Start a fire," Chen Jian said, uttering only two words.

Several male employees immediately sprang into action; those who usually slack off at work suddenly displayed remarkable efficiency.

Find dry leaves, collect dead branches, and pile up stones.

A few minutes later, a wisp of smoke rose, and flames shot out.

There were no pots or pans, no grill.

They used a tree branch and a stone to smash through the piece of fresh meat, then roasted it over a fire.

"Sizzle..."

The loud sizzling sound of oil coming into contact with high temperature, accompanied by an extremely rich aroma of meat, exploded instantly in the narrow crevice of the rock.

This is the worst kind of fatty smell in civilized society, but in this moment, it has become a deadly poison.

Everyone's breath caught in their throats at that moment.

They huddled tightly around the fire, their eyes bloodshot, staring at the pieces of meat that were gradually changing color.

Some people had saliva dripping down their chins onto their clothes, and some even unconsciously crawled forward a couple of steps.

Wang Qiang, his face bruised and swollen, huddled in a corner, his fingers digging into the sand as he smelled the odor.

The satisfaction he felt from eating alone upstairs was long gone. Now, smelling the barbecue, his stomach acid was secreting wildly again, and the cramps were even worse than before.

Half an hour later, Chen Jian turned the meat over. He scraped some dried sea salt crystals from the rocky pit and roughly sprinkled them on the meat.

The salt enhances the flavor of the meat.

Oil dripped into the fire, causing a small plume of white smoke to rise.

The meat wasn't fully cooked; the outer layer had just turned a charred brown, and the inside was still bloody. Chen Jian took it off.

"One piece for each person," Chen Jian began distributing the items.