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

Upon hearing this, Yang Ningcong took a half-step forward.

The tip of the knife brushed against the fabric.

He stopped immediately.

Wang Laoliu narrowed his eyes, not bothering to pretend he didn't understand, and went straight to the point, "What do you want?"

"Those three waterproof boxes on the beach."

Lin Fan said, "Except for the equipment in the safe, all other supplies have been brought up."

Wang Laoliu remained silent.

Lin Fan continued, "The equipment is yours."

"Yang Ningcong, go down, open the safe, and press your PLB button."

"Wait for rescue."

"I'll take my things back to the cave, and we won't bother each other anymore."

After he finished speaking, the beach fell silent for a while.

The bodyguards exchanged glances.

They all knew what was in those three boxes.

Those boxes of stuff were the lifeline that kept these people afloat.

Handing it all over is like giving meat to those above.

The equipment is still there.

As long as Yang Ningcong's fingerprint can unlock the door, and as long as the signal is sent out, rescue will come.

In their common sense, this was no surprise.

The Yang family is not short of money.

Private satellites, search and rescue ships, helicopters, coast guard connections, international rescue channels—they can operate on any front.

They weren't from the Su family, so they weren't truly afraid of the "5 billion not being found" issue.

They prefer to believe that the Su family has gone in the wrong direction.

Or rather, the human brain automatically chooses the comfortable answer in a desperate situation.

The signal was sent out, and rescue arrived.

Go home, take a shower, drink alcohol.

These thoughts are easier to swallow than any magnetic field, the Devil's Triangle, or unknown shielding.

That's how Wang Laoliu calculated it too.

He understands risk better than the bodyguards, but he understands the mission better.

Yang Ningcong is alive, then the final payment will be made.

Once the PLB starts and the news gets out, his duties are considered largely complete.

Even if Lin Fan occupies the cave, it won't affect his ability to get money.

As for supplies? We'll give them to you.

That guy has a big star and a beautiful CEO.

It's understandable that he doesn't want to go back; he can stay here and be the island's owner, where he can call the shots.

Thinking about it that way, it's definitely much more enjoyable than going back to civilized society.

Yang Ningcong hurriedly shouted, "Sixth Brother, give it to him! Give it all to him! What are a few boxes of junk? Once the signal is sent out, the rescue will come immediately. We don't need those things."

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the three bodyguards below relaxed somewhat.

They finally didn't have to stay here. Although there were only cattle and horses everywhere, Yang Ningcong had meat in the city, so at least they could lick a bowl clean.

Wang Laoliu did not nod immediately.

He raised his hand to signal the bodyguard not to move, and took two steps forward, still stopping at a safe distance.

"Young man, you mean you take the supplies and then let the people down?"

"right."

Wang Laoliu chuckled, but there was little warmth in his laughter.

"Do you think I'm new to running errands?"

Lin Fan looked at him.

"explain."

Wang Laoliu raised his chin and pointed to the slope.

"It's a few dozen meters from here to the beach. You can stand on higher ground; there are guns and knives there. If you're not satisfied after we move the stuff halfway, you can shoot."

"Even if everything is taken upstairs, you don't have to let anyone out."

"Even if you let him go, you can still shoot him dead halfway there."

Upon hearing this, Yang Ningcong felt a chill run down his spine.

He was so overwhelmed by the image of going home that he was brought back to reality by Wang Laoliu's words.

Yes.

Lin Fan is a bastard who doesn't keep his word.

Yesterday I said I'd tie him up until he dies.

If they say they're releasing people today, who can guarantee they're not just trying to get supplies?

Yang Ningcong turned to look at Lin Fan, his throat tightening.

"Brother Lin..."

They called those two words even more familiarly than they did last night.

Don't listen to his nonsense.

Lin Fan glanced down at him.

Yang Ningcong immediately changed his tune: "Of course I believe you're not a little meatball, but Wang Laoliu doesn't believe me."

Lin Fan ignored him.

What Wang Laoliu said was not nonsense.

From a mercenary's perspective, it's perfectly normal for him to ask that question.

Trust is a luxury here.

It's so extravagant that it shouldn't even be discussed.

"So what do you want to do?" Lin Fan asked.

Wang Laoliu stared at him.

"Put Young Master Yang down first."

Lin Fan smiled.

"Are you taking me for a fool too?"

Wang Laoliu wasn't angry.

"Then let's each take a step back."

Lin Fan didn't respond.

Wang Laoliu looked at Lin Fan and said, "I understand that you need three boxes of supplies."

"High ground, water, women, guns, food. You're the boss here, no one checks your residency, no one asks about your education. If you want to be a local tyrant, this place is perfect."

Lin Fan tapped Yang Ningcong's leg with the back of the knife.

Stop analyzing me.

Wang Laoliu nodded.

"Okay, no analysis needed."

He pointed to three waterproof tanks on the other side of the beach.

"Let me carry two boxes for you first."

"The third box, my men will carry it up when you bring Young Master Yang down."

Lin Fan looked at him.

Wang Laoliu continued, "Don't say I'm unhappy. I'll give you all three boxes; I don't dare gamble."

"I'll give you two boxes first, as a sign of sincerity."

"You release the person, and I'll give you the third box; that's the final payment."

"Young man, this is the biggest concession I can make."

"If you disagree, then pretend I didn't say anything."

"You hold the people, I'll guard the supplies, let's wear each other down."

He patted the short knife at his waist.

"I'm out of guns, but I have a knife, men, and time. You're not having an easy time in the cave either. You need to sleep at night, and every day we stay late, you'll be on edge."

Lin Fan sneered, still daydreaming about going back.

Wang Laoliu continued, "Dragging this out is not worthwhile for anyone."

The slope was quiet for a few seconds.

Lin Fan didn't rush to agree.

Wang Laoliu's plan sounds awkward, but it's feasible.

Take two boxes first.

Release Young Master Yang, and I'll have someone carry the third box up to you.

Lin Fan didn't care whether Yang Ningcong lived or died; what he cared about was the three boxes of supplies that went up into the cave.

As long as he gets the first two boxes, even if there's a problem with the third box, he won't lose out.

As for Yang Ningcong...

A hostage who can eat, drink, and make threats has already had its value squeezed out to the limit.

Lin Fan looked at Wang Laoliu.

Who will move the boxes?

Wang Laoliu pointed to the two bodyguards.

"them."

The two bodyguards' faces fell instantly.

The bodyguard with the buzz cut took a step back.

The other tall, thin guy was even more direct; he muttered a curse, then swallowed it back.

They're not stupid.

Going up the slope is easy, but coming down is not up to you.

With Lin Fan standing there with a gun, who can guarantee he won't take someone down on the spur of the moment?

Being a bodyguard for a rich young master doesn't mean you're willing to risk your life.

The short-haired bodyguard looked at Wang Laoliu.

"Sixth Brother, this..."

Wang Laoliu turned his head.

"Afraid?"

The bodyguard with the buzz cut neither said he was afraid nor that he wasn't.

These days, the word "fear" sounds unpleasant.

But your calves don't lie.

Wang Laoliu smiled and said, "Don't worry."

He pointed at Lin Fan, his tone just loud enough for Lin Fan to hear, "This young man is more disciplined than Young Master Yang."

Yang Ningcong's anger flared up again as he listened on the slope.

"Wang Laoliu, whose side are you on, you son of a bitch?"