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

"There's food! There's food here."

A male employee's scream echoed across the entire coastline.

Wang Qiang, as if he had no nerves, rushed to the male employee in three steps at a time, his feet sinking into the scorching sand.

He shoved the person aside.

The sound of him swallowing saliva was so loud that everyone around him could hear it.

"Six cans of pineapple... two packs of beef jerky..."

He looked up, raising his voice to its highest point, "President Su! We have some stock here!"

Su Qingxue walked over quickly.

She didn't pounce on him like Wang Qiang did.

But her eyes betrayed her.

His pupils dilated involuntarily, his lips parted slightly, and his Adam's apple bobbed rapidly.

That look in her eyes was exactly the same as when she saw the 30% surge in net profit in Sheng Tang Group's annual financial report.

The capitalist's instinctive reaction to the smell of money is ingrained in their DNA.

The next half hour.

The rocky area on the east side has been transformed into an open-air flea market.

After the tide receded, the waves pushed more shipwrecks ashore.

The boxes, buckets, and plastic bags that had been submerged in the deep water for a day and a night emerged one by one from the gaps in the sand and rocks as the tide receded.

The survivors went crazy.

They frantically turned over, dug, and shoveled in the crevices of the reefs and along the edges of the tidal pools.

Whoever digs out food and drink first and hands it over to Su Qingxue will be the hero of the day.

Someone dug out two bags of vacuum-packed salted duck eggs from under a pile of seaweed.

Someone found three chocolates and a bag of pistachios in a suitcase that was half broken.

But what drove everyone absolutely crazy was a pale yellow waterproof bucket.

When Li Bin dug it out from under a pile of broken planks, the lid was still tightly closed.

His hands were shaking like a leaf.

I scratched the edge of the bucket lid with my fingernail several times, and even when a piece of my fingernail broke off, I didn't feel any pain. It took a lot of effort to pry the lid open.

inside.

Twelve 330ml bottles of drinking water were neatly stacked.

The bottle is transparent with a blue cap, and the label bears the name of an ordinary mineral water brand.

In civilized society, this is something that sits on the bottom shelf of a convenience store, costing two yuan a bottle, and nobody would give it a second glance.

At this moment, it shines brighter than gold.

"Twelve bottles of water!!"

The cheers nearly turned the beach upside down.

Even Zhang Tao, who had been squatting in the corner pretending to be dead, crawled over.

His two eyes were fixed straight onto the bucket of water, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down like an out-of-control piston.

The sound of him swallowing was so loud that everyone around him could hear it.

Wang Qiang immediately spread his arms and stood in front of the waterproof bucket, baring his teeth at the crowd that surrounded him.

"Everyone back off! Don't touch it! Mr. Su, you handle the distribution!"

Su Qingxue stood in the center of the crowd.

The sunlight shone on her face.

On that face, so dirty that its original color was unrecognizable, a smile finally appeared on the corner of its mouth—the first smile since arriving on the island.

"Four people share one bottle of water."

Su Qingxue spoke up, "The canned food and beef jerky will be stored together and distributed uniformly for dinner. No one is allowed to hoard any. If caught, the entire ration will be forfeited."

No one objected.

At this point, anyone who opposes will be considered an enemy of the people.

The moment the water went down their throats, everyone's face showed a sense of relief that they were still alive.

Someone laughed out loud.

The laughter lingered on the beach for a few seconds before being carried away by the sea breeze.

Liu Feifei sat down against a rock, pulled out a wet wipe from somewhere, tore it open, and stuck it on her face.

A refreshing minty sensation washed over her, and she closed her eyes, letting out a long breath.

That expression, that posture, would look perfectly natural in a five-star hotel spa room.

Being stranded on a deserted island is somewhat surreal.

Wang Qiang squatted down next to Su Qingxue and whispered to take credit.

"Mr. Su, you see, what did I tell you?"

He said, "This island isn't devoid of anything; as long as people are united, they can find anything."

"That Chen Jian, all he does is spout discouraging things. What storms, what shelters, it's all just pointless nonsense."

Su Qingxue didn't respond; more accurately, it was too hot for her to talk.

She looked up and glanced at the sky.

The sun was still high overhead, its rays so intense they felt like they were going to dry you out.

The air was stuffy and sticky, and every breath brought a wave of humid heat.

The temperature on the beach was still rising.

Wang Qiang also sensed it.

He stood up and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

I felt warm and cozy just a moment ago, but now it feels like I've been stuffed into a steamer.

"What kind of weather is this? It's getting hotter and hotter..."

He fanned his collar twice, and beads of sweat dripped from his chin, landing on the sand with a "whoosh" and disappearing.

People nearby started looking for shady spots.

Five or six people squeezed together under a few low trees. The tree canopies were so small that they couldn't even cover half of their bodies.

The remaining people squatted on the shady side of the reef, like a group of wax figures melted by the sun.

The sun is still rising.

The temperature is still rising.

The sand was scalding hot, the rocks were burning hot, and even the air was hot.

The little water I just drank has now turned into sweat and is seeping out of my pores.

Some people started breathing heavily.

Someone squatted on the ground, motionless, their face pale and their lips cracked and peeling.

The early signs of heatstroke are visibly spreading among people.

……

Halfway up the mountain, there is a karst cave.

Lin Fan placed the last stone on the right side of the cave entrance and dusted off his hands.

A golden notification box briefly appeared on my retina.

Current ambient temperature: 45.2°C.

Forty-five degrees.

If this temperature were in Wuhan, it would be the number one trending topic, and the whole city would be on a high-temperature holiday.

On this island, this is just an appetizer at 1:30 pm.

Lin Fan turned his head and glanced at Song Ya inside the cave.

She was squatting next to the rock ledge, sorting through supplies. Her forehead was covered in sweat, and the swelling on her cheeks hadn't subsided, but her hands didn't stop moving.

This girl has one good quality: she does whatever she's asked to do, without asking why, without being lazy, and without complaining.

Like a donkey.

"Take a break," Lin Fan said.

Song Ya looked up at him, somewhat surprised.

"It's 45 degrees outside. If you get heatstroke and collapse, I'll have to help you. That's a hassle."

Song Ya: "..."

Okay, that's Lin Fan's style of care.

You can always make me worry about you by saying, "Don't cause me any trouble."

Song Ya put down what she was holding and sat down against the rock wall.

It was much cooler inside the cave than outside, but the air was still stuffy, as if wrapped in an invisible damp towel.

Lin Fan walked to the cave entrance and glanced down the mountain.

The group of people on the beach huddled under the rocks and low trees, looking from a distance like a pile of wilted vegetable leaves.

No one noticed the leaden gray sky on the western horizon, which was pushed a few kilometers further east.

The clouds pressed down lower and became darker in color.

Lin Fan looked away, his expression unchanged.

……

Just then, Chen Jian came down the hillside from the southeast and walked straight towards Su Qingxue. Wang Qiang was squatting next to Su Qingxue. "President Su, it's too hot. Why don't we go swimming in the sea together..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Chen Jian's shadow fell in front of him.

Wang Qiang looked up, and the smile on his face froze.

"Why did you come back? Did you come back to apologize after seeing that we had found food and water?"

Chen Jian ignored him.

He walked past Wang Qiang, stood in front of Su Qingxue, and stopped.

"Mr. Su, there's a place up in the mountains."

Su Qingxue looked at him.

"Southeast direction, halfway up the mountain. It's about a five or six-minute climb."

Chen Jian raised his hand and pointed behind him.

"It's a crevice in the rock. It's not deep, but it's long enough. It can stretch out horizontally and fit dozens of people in it without any problem. It can't compare to Lin Fan's cave, but at least there's something overhead to block it."

"And it's relatively cooler up there."

Su Qingxue glanced at the people soaking in the sea. She couldn't bring herself, a multi-billion dollar CEO, to do such classless things with those people.

So she agreed to Chen Jian's request, and Wang Qiang followed Su Qingxue eagerly, only to be stopped by a voice...