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

The people next to Song Ya were too busy to care about themselves and were running away with their heads in their hands. Who had the mind to care about a half-dead person who was exchanging grain chips?

Song Ya used all her strength but could only keep her feet still; she couldn't move her feet even half a step.

Just as the sharp-edged rock was about to crush Song Ya's head, a pair of thin, bony hands suddenly reached out from the side, grabbed her collar tightly, and pulled her back with all their might.

The stone flew past Song Ya's hair and crashed heavily into the soft sand, creating a deep crater.

It was Wang Lan who brought Song Ya back.

Of course, she didn't suddenly have a change of heart and save an insignificant woman.

In her eyes, Song Ya was not a person at all, but the only voucher for those mineral water, self-heating rice and meat chunks on the cliff.

If the chips break, what will they use to trade for food with Lin Fan?

Is it worth risking your life? Lin Fan thinks it's dirty.

The falling rocks finally stopped.

The beach was deathly silent, save for the heavy breathing.

Several people were grazed by flying stones and lay on the ground, clutching their legs and gasping for breath in pain.

Lin Fan didn't even bother to stick half his body out; he only left a blurry silhouette at the edge of the platform.

"If we keep blocking the way below, it won't be so easy to dodge the next wave of rocks."

Chen Jian pushed himself up, spitting out a mouthful of saliva mixed with sand, his glasses askew on the bridge of his nose.

His meticulously planned trap, that deadly scheme that exploited human nature, was smashed to pieces by Lin Fan with just a few stones.

Lin Fan didn't even bother to back down; he simply overturned the table.

"Retreat! Back to the crevice!" Chen Jian growled through gritted teeth.

No one objected. Everyone dragged their trembling legs, helped Song Ya up again, and retreated into the shadows like a pack of stray dogs.

The atmosphere inside the rock crevice was so oppressive it made one want to vomit.

"Fuck him! Lin Fan is a complete lunatic!"

Someone spoke up, "He didn't even care about Song Ya's life! That stone was really aimed at Song Ya. If it weren't for Sister Lan, Song Ya's brains would probably be splattered out."

"He doesn't want to negotiate at all; he just wants to see us running around like rats with our heads in our hands," another male employee chimed in.

Chen Jian leaned against the wall, his strength rapidly waning.

This was not only physical exhaustion, but also the collapse of his psychological defenses. He realized that he could not see through Lin Fan at all.

Lin Fan is like an animal, with no moral conscience whatsoever.

As the sun gradually climbed to its highest point, the crevices in the rocks, though sheltered from the light, were still as stuffy and hot as a steamer.

In this extremely depressing atmosphere, a scent silently crept into the crevices of the rocks along with the sea breeze.

That's the unique smell of modern industrial society's technology and ruthless work.

Inferior flavorings and heavily oiled, salty seasoning packets release an aggressive and overpowering aroma when exposed to high temperatures.

Then, mixed in with it was the aroma of roasting meat, with animal fat dripping onto the open flame.

The taste is just right.

It couldn't possibly be a hermit crab from the sea; it was clearly braised beef noodles mixed with roasted venison.

The twenty-odd people in the crevice stopped moving in unison.

The person who was cursing suddenly stopped speaking, his mouth half-open.

Gudong.

Someone swallowed a large mouthful of saliva very loudly.

Xiao Liang's eyes widened instantly.

He had swallowed a piece of raw, bloody meat just yesterday, and his stomach acid was still churning wildly.

The physical torment of not being full but instead having one's mouth water reached its breaking point at this moment.

My stomach started to spasm, and a sharp pain struck.

Xiao Liang squatted on the ground, clutching his stomach, drool uncontrollably secreting in his mouth and flowing down his dry, cracked lips.

He wiped his eyes haphazardly with the back of his hand, and they began to turn green.

Above the cliff.

Lin Fan sat on a flat rock, fiddling with the tactical dagger in his hand.

Nearby, Zhang Tao and Zhou Kai were sweating profusely as they roasted several thick pieces of hind leg meat, grease dripping from them and flames leaping high into the air.

Next to it, a discarded tin can was used to boil water, inside which two packets of instant noodles were bubbling and cooking, with bright red chili oil rolling on the surface of the water.

"Brother Fan," Zhou Kai sniffed, staring intently at the marbling on the meat, "those guys down there are probably staring in the eye. But... when you put the stones in earlier, were you really planning to kill Song Ya?"

Lin Fan raised his eyelids slightly: "There are smart people down there."

He never intended to kill Song Ya; Song Ya was the core figure who exacerbated the internal conflicts on the beach.

The stones were placed there to tear apart Chen Jian's facade of respectability and shatter their confidence in negotiating on level ground.

But this meal is the real killer move.

Faced with absolute hunger, a group maintained by so-called discipline is nothing more than a piece of waste paper soaked in water, easily torn apart.

Yesterday's ten pounds of meat was the fuse Lin Fan planted in their stomachs; now, he has personally lit the fire.

In the cracks of the rock, reason is evaporating at a visible speed.

Some people started to sob, not from fear, but from hunger.

The inability to smell the food but not be able to eat it is a form of mental torture, more agonizing than being stabbed in the back.

"Engineer Chen," Xiao Liang said, leaning against the wall to his feet, his voice sharp and hoarse, "Change it. Hand Song Ya over."

This statement instantly ignited the passion of the others.

"Yes! Take them up to exchange!" Someone immediately followed, their eyes flashing with madness. "Lin Fan said it himself yesterday: as long as we bring the person up, the rest of the supplies will be ours. There's self-heating rice and sausages up there!"

"Are you guys crazy? He's demanding only three people can go up."

Suppressing his panic, Chen Jianqiang tried to reason with him, "That's a trap. That kid has a knife, and he only sent three people with men to deliver it. Do you think you can survive?"

"I don't care about anything else!" Xiao Liang completely exploded, pointing his finger directly at Chen Jian's nose. "You keep saying it's a scam! That's because you're afraid of dying! I'm not! As long as I can have a sip of that noodle soup, I'd take a knife even if it meant getting stabbed!"

"If it's too late, Lin Fan really won't need this woman, and we won't even have the right to replace her."

"Exactly! If you'd rather starve to death here smelling the stench, don't drag us down with you!"

"Yes! Judging from Lin Fan's attitude just now, it seems he no longer wants this woman. I wonder if he can change her if we send someone up now."

Several male employees had already begun moving towards Song Ya's direction.

The intention was clear: if Chen Jian didn't take the lead, they would go it alone.

Chen Jian stood frozen in place, his fingers trembling uncontrollably.

The prestige he had painstakingly built up over the past few days crumbled in the face of this pot of spicy instant noodles.

He turned to his wife, Wang Lan, hoping she could come up with an idea.

Wang Lan remained silent in the corner, quietly observing these starving men, her palms sweating profusely.

She belatedly realized what had happened.

Lin Fan's move was utterly ruthless.

Yesterday, Lin Fan didn't expect those three idiots, Wang Qiang and Liu Gang, to succeed at all.

All his preparations were for this moment.

Let the people on the beach have a taste of sweetness and experience the long-lost feeling of fullness.

Then, at the very moment when they were most eager for food, they were extinguished by absolute force to extinguish their thoughts of robbing.

Finally, with this irresistible fragrance, they completely destroyed their bottom line.

Lin Fan's logic was simple: he would never voluntarily walk off a cliff.

He wanted to get the people below, driven by hunger, to overturn the rules set by Chen Jian and willingly send Song Ya up.

Wang Lan shuddered. The man above was no ordinary low-level employee.

How could someone like Chen Jian, who only knows how to talk the talk, possibly win against such a tyrant who has no moral constraints?

"Let them go," Wang Lan finally spoke, her voice not loud, but clearly audible in the crevice of the rock.

Chen Jian suddenly turned his head and stared at her as if he had seen a ghost...