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

Wang Laoliu pointed to the few sheds haphazardly erected on the beach using tattered canvas and plastic sheeting.

"But when the rain comes, we don't even have anywhere to take shelter."

"A tropical storm on a deserted island is not like the light rain seen through a floor-to-ceiling window in the city."

"Strong winds will tear these rags to shreds, torrential rain will cause hypothermia, and even the rising tide will flood this beach."

"If there's no fire and no dry clothes, people with weak constitutions will die here tonight, without even waiting until tomorrow morning."

"Even if the rescue team receives the signal, dispatches a search and rescue aircraft to locate the target, applies for flight routes, and arrives, the earliest it can happen is after dawn tomorrow."

Wang Laoliu stared into Yang Ningcong's eyes.

"Tonight, we'll have to shoulder this ourselves."

These words were like a bucket of cold water, completely extinguishing the anger that Yang Ningcong had felt from smashing people earlier.

He glanced at the trembling women, then at the sand on the ground; his dream had faded.

This isn't Shanghai; there are no five-star hotels here.

"So what do you mean?" Yang Ningcong asked dryly.

"Let's head towards the edge of the woods before the rain starts."

Wang Laoliu turned around and walked towards the supply boxes. "Find some big trees for support, and use the sheet metal and planks from the wreckage to build a new shelter."

refuge.

These three words made everyone present realize their current situation.

The women who had just been dreaming of returning to the city turned pale.

Wang Laoliu had no time to care about the psychological impact on these people. He pulled an entrenching tool from his toolbox and threw it at Yang Ningcong's feet.

"Get to work, Young Master Yang."

Yang Ningcong looked down at the mud-covered shovel, his eyes twitching wildly.

Why should a young master of the prestigious Yang family be sent to dig pits and build sheds?

He gritted his teeth and stood rooted to the spot. "Sixth Brother, I've given you a million for security!"

"That's money to protect your life," Wang Laoliu said, picking up a roll of nylon rope. "It doesn't cover setting up a tent."

He glanced at the group of internet celebrities. "And you guys, if you want to survive tonight, don't just sit around, go move some planks."

The women were dumbfounded. They couldn't even open a bottle cap normally, and now they were being asked to move shipwrecks covered in nails and barbs.

Nobody moved.

The bikini-clad internet celebrity who had just been kicked was still gasping for breath on the ground. Wang Laoliu walked up to her and looked down at her.

"Either get up and work, or you can sleep in this sand pile tonight."

The internet celebrity was so frightened that she scrambled to her feet, clutching her stomach and staggering toward the wreckage.

Lin Fan stood on the platform, and new text appeared on his retina: "[Tropical cyclone approaching, torrential rain and gale-force winds of level 8 expected in four hours]".

The guy with the knife down there is definitely something special.

Extreme weather can be accurately predicted simply by looking at the horizon and clouds with the naked eye.

He couldn't be bothered to care whether these people lived or died.

He was more curious about something else.

Who is the unlucky guy who has now gotten his hands on that piece of C4 explosive that he wrapped up like mud with a waterproof bag and tape?

Would Yang Ningcong, a spoiled brat who values ​​his reputation more than his life, really hand that thing over to Wang Laoliu intact after experiencing such an extremely humiliating transportation method?

Lin Fan knew it was impossible.

Yang Ningcong must have thought that was disgusting garbage.

No one can predict where garbage will ultimately end up.

But as long as the bomb wasn't left in the cave, Lin Fan was guaranteed to make a profit.

Once the six-hour countdown ends, there will likely be a few scapegoats among this group to receive this enormous fortune.

The one less person breathing below him means one less threat to him.

……

Five hours later, at the edge of the woods.

Several female internet celebrities who usually need men to help them unscrew bottle caps, under Wang Laoliu's violent drive, created a new shelter that could barely keep them out of the wind and rain, which took shape among the tree trunks.

Several huge pieces of sheet metal from the cruise ship wreckage were nailed tilted into the soil to serve as windbreaks.

"Go to the old shed and move everything that's usable over."

Wang Laoliu dropped the shovel in his hand, wiped the sweat mixed with mud and sand from his brow with the back of his hand, and said, "Remember, nothing inside can be missing."

The supplies inside were all handpicked by him, and they were all useful.

No one dared to disobey him, and the women moved toward the old tents on the other side of the beach.

While searching behind a tattered sofa cushion, a female assistant in a bikini found a dark, heavy waterproof bag.

It was wrapped in several layers of tape, stiff and covered with sand.

She had no idea what it was, but since it was brought to the island and wrapped up so tightly, it might contain batteries or something important.

She disgustedly picked up a corner of the bag, along with a few bottles of leftover water and some tattered clothes, and threw them all into a large plastic basket, then dragged it back to the new shelter.

The items were haphazardly piled up in the innermost corner.

Meng Tiantian huddled in that corner.

Ever since Yang Ningcong publicly exposed her, she has become a complete outsider in this small group.

Nobody paid any attention to her, so she could only squat there hugging her knees.

It was completely dark.

It wasn't because it was nighttime, but because dark clouds completely covered the area of ​​the sea.

The wind speed had clearly increased, and the treetops were being blown around wildly, emitting a howling sound like ghosts wailing.

Yang Ningcong sat on the beach, with two women massaging his legs, one on each side.

Despite the dire circumstances, he reveled in the illusion of regaining power.

After all, once it's light, the locator will summon people, and he can once again wield immense power in the top-floor clubhouse.

Some women picked up many novel and unfamiliar things on the beach after the tide went out.

After all, these are the spoils of their narrow escape from death, and they can make a fortune by going back and live streaming.

Wang Laoliu stood alone two meters away from the shelter, his gaze fixed on the dark cave entrance dozens of meters high, across the slope.

He felt the countdown was almost over.

As long as the timer doesn't malfunction, that arrogant intern, along with that stunning female CEO, will turn into a pile of rotten flesh that can't be pieced back together in a few minutes.

On this island, ruthlessness is just the basic requirement; those who survive to the end must rely on their trump cards.

"Young Master Yang, I'm thirsty," the bikini-clad internet celebrity who had just been moving things complained sweetly.

"Go get your own water if you're thirsty! Do you think I'm going to feed you?" Yang Ningcong cursed irritably.

The woman pursed her lips, got up, and walked towards the deepest part of the shelter. All the supplies were piled up there, next to Meng Tiantian.

She pulled out a bottle of mineral water, unscrewed the cap, and poured it into her mouth.

Snapped.

A raindrop the size of a bean pounded on the sheet metal in front of the shelter.

The second drop, the third drop.

The cumulonimbus clouds are getting closer.

"It's raining! Everyone go back to the shelter. The rescue should arrive after this rain," Yang Ningcong said.