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

In her view, there was no need to ask for the answer.

This cruise ship was chartered by the Sheng Tang Group.

The people present were either her employees or her clients.

From the moment she boarded the ship, she was at the very top of the pyramid.

"No need to choose." Su Qingxue took a step forward, her voice regaining the decisive firmness of the conference room. "Most of the people present are employees of Shengtang. I am the legal employer, and it is only natural for me to give unified command."

She glanced at Chen Jian; this man was far too clear-headed.

Chen Jianli immediately retorted, "President Su, I didn't mean to offend you, but there's a premise to the employment relationship: they are still within the company's system."

He spread his hands and looked around.

"Where is this? A deserted island without even a name. There are no labor laws, no contracts, no human resources department. Your title in the Tang Dynasty, apart from that sunken cruise ship, is just a few words."

"What do you mean?" Su Qingxue's chin tightened slightly.

"The meaning is very simple: whoever can keep everyone alive will be the leader, not whoever has the prettiest business card will automatically be promoted."

The words weren't harsh, but to Su Qingxue, they were like a slap in the face.

A naked challenge.

A murmur arose from the crowd: "Wang Lan's husband is right... President Su is the boss at the company, but this isn't the company..."

"That's true, but what can Wang Lan's husband do?"

"What can President Su do? She can't even start a fire..."

"Ultimately, she's just a pretty face now..."

Su Qingxue heard every single word.

Every word felt like it was scraping her bones.

She lived for twenty-six years, and no one ever dared to question her leadership to her face.

During the prosperous Tang Dynasty, a single glance from her could silence the entire floor.

But now, standing among these disheveled, starving, and freezing survivors, she felt a powerlessness she had never experienced before.

Her power base—money, position, company system—was all reduced to nothing on this island.

"Who the hell is gossiping?!"

At this critical moment, a loud, explosive shout came from behind the crowd.

When Wang Qiang emerged from behind the reef, the ferocity on his face was palpable.

The fear and humiliation he had felt hiding behind the rocks for hours transformed into aggression the moment he saw Su Qingxue being challenged.

Because he knew better than anyone else present that if Su Qingxue fell, he would be nothing.

"Have you all gone too far?!" Wang Qiang grabbed the collar of Xiao Zhou from the administration department, who had been the loudest in the discussion.

Xiao Zhou was terrified, his lips trembling: "Brother Qiang... Brother Qiang, I didn't..."

"No? Am I deaf or blind?!"

"Snapped!"

He slapped Xiao Zhou across the face.

It was as crisp as the sound of firecrackers.

Xiao Zhou's head suddenly tilted to one side, half of his face swelled up instantly, and blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

He covered his face, tears streaming down his face, but he didn't dare utter a single word.

Wang Qiang shook his hand, his fingers still feeling the heat from the slapping, and felt much more comfortable.

The thrill of bullying the weak is something you can't stop once you get hooked on it.

"Listen up!" He turned around, pointed at everyone present, his eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.

"Who is President Su? The head of Sheng Tang Group! Worth billions! Her knowledge, her resources, her judgment—you bunch of good-for-nothings combined aren't even worthy of shining her shoes!"

"If anyone dares to disrespect President Su again, I'll knock their teeth out one by one!"

His gaze finally settled on Chen Jian.

"And you," Wang Qiang strode up to Chen Jian, glaring down at him. "Chen Jian, right? How much is your annual salary? 150,000 or 200,000?"

Before Chen Jian could answer, he curled his lip and let out a harsh sneer.

"You? A gigolo, you dare to point fingers here? Have you ever managed anyone? Have you ever led a team? You can't even write a decent year-end performance review, how can you expect to manage the lives of dozens of people?"

Who do you think you are?

Chen Jian didn't move.

He simply adjusted his glasses. "Are you done?"

This reaction made Wang Qiang even more popular.

In the company, what he hates most is people who are neither responsive to gentle persuasion nor to force.

He's not afraid of you if you act tough with him, and he has a whole set of arguments if you try to reason with him. This kind of person is born to annoy him.

"Whether I'm finished speaking or not is none of your business to ask!"

Wang Qiang raised his foot, "Bang!"

He kicked Chen Jian in the shin.

It wasn't a light kick; it was the kind of violence that was 100% malicious, intended to force someone to their knees.

The toe of the leather shoe slammed into my shinbone, sending a burst of pain through me.

Chen Jian grunted and knelt on one knee.

"husband!"

Wang Lan screamed and rushed over, squatting down next to Chen Jian and frantically trying to help him up.

Chen Jian gritted his teeth, one hand braced on the sand, and looked up at Wang Qiang, his eyes surging with anger.

But he managed to suppress it.

Because he knew better than anyone that fighting Wang Qiang now would only result in mutual destruction and wouldn't solve anything.

The moment Wang Qiang saw Chen Jian kneel down, his energy and spirit returned.

That's right! That's normal!

Whether in a company or on a deserted island, the strong should climb over the heads of the weak to rise to the top; that's the way of nature.

"Listen to me clearly," Wang Qiang took a step towards Chen Jian, lowered his head, and lowered his voice to a chilling frequency that went to the bone.

"You have the skill to start a fire, good, President Su needs you, so you can still stand and talk now."

"But if you dare to steal the limelight from President Su again, or dare to show off in front of these people again..."

He lifted his foot, placed the sole of his shoe on Chen Jian's shoulder, and slowly pressed down.

"I wouldn't mind letting you keep those five company."

Wang Lan clung tightly to Chen Jian's arm, trembling violently.

She wanted to curse, but it felt like someone was choking her, and she couldn't squeeze out a single word. Because being on this deserted island was only temporary, and she would still need to rely on Su Qingxue when she got back.

The surrounding survivors watched this scene in complete silence.

No one stood up to speak up for Chen Jian.

Fear is the best sealant.

When you witness someone being kicked to the ground in public for saying something they shouldn't have, your mouth will automatically make the safest choice for you: to shut up.

Su Qingxue stood a few steps away, watching all of this.

Her expression was complicated.

Wang Qiang's approach was too brutal, so brutal that it made this elite-educated CEO feel physically uncomfortable.

But she did not speak up to stop it.

Because she discovered a cruel truth: Wang Qiang's fists were more effective than her words.

She had just spent ten minutes earnestly explaining her reasoning, but these people were only half convinced.

When Wang Qiang slapped him, all the doubts vanished instantly.

Violence is the most efficient management tool here.

She knew in her heart that this was wrong, but at that moment she needed Wang Qiang. She needed this unreasonable, mad dog who only recognized its master.

So she chose to remain silent.

Wang Qiang withdrew his foot.

He turned around to face Su Qingxue, bent over at a ninety-degree angle, and instantly switched from a fierce look to an extremely fawning smile.

The speed at which the switch was made was so fast that everyone present felt a chill run down their spines.

"President Su! These people are ungrateful and have wronged you! With me here, I, Wang Qiang, will be the first to object to anyone who dares to disrespect you!"

Su Qingxue nodded slightly, without saying anything more.

She needs to get the situation back on track as soon as possible.

"Chen Jian." Su Qingxue walked up to Chen Jian, her tone returning to the cold hardness she had at the negotiating table.

Chen Jian was helped to his feet by Wang Lan. He bent down, reached for his glasses on the sand, and put them back on his nose.

The lens has a crack.

He didn't look at Wang Qiang.

He simply watched Su Qingxue quietly, waiting for her to speak.

"The survival skills you mentioned are indeed important."

"But management skills are equally indispensable."

She looked around.

"Even if you find the water, how will you divide it?"

Chen Jian paused for a moment.

"Who drinks first? Who drinks the most? Are the wounded given priority? What if someone objects to your distribution? What if someone tries to take the water? What if someone hides the water?"

A barrage of questions came crashing down on him, each one hitting Chen Jian squarely where it hurt.

Chen Jian frowned.

"These problems don't require survival skills, but rather an iron fist to set rules, enforce rules, and suppress violations." Su Qingxue's aura returned to strength at this moment.

She stepped forward and faced Chen Jian.

"You might be a survival expert; you can find water, start a fire, and identify poisonous plants. But putting you in charge of people..."