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

She walked over to Su Qingxue and naturally squatted down, "President Su."

Su Qingxue opened her eyes and glanced at her.

Wang Lan wore a helpless, bitter smile, like a virtuous wife cleaning up her husband's mess.

"Chen Jian is a stubborn and inflexible person. Once he's made up his mind about something, nothing can change it."

Wang Lan paused, then changed the subject.

"However, if you look at it from another angle, since he insists on going, let him go. It won't cause us any loss."

Su Qingxue's eyes flickered slightly.

Wang Lan continued softly, "He's willing to do manual labor in 45-degree heat, taking the risks himself. Once he gathers the firewood and puts it in this crevice, won't all these supplies eventually be under your control?"

"In case... I mean, in case, the rescue is delayed by half a day or a day due to the weather, we have a backup heating plan. You don't have to pay anything, you get a batch of supplies for free, it's a sure-fire deal. What do you say?"

These words struck at Su Qingxue's Achilles' heel.

With a background in finance, Wang Lan knows all too well how to do the math with capitalists.

Risk transfer, profit aggregation.

No boss could refuse such a risk-free and highly profitable proposal.

More importantly, this maintained Su Qingxue's absolute rule.

Su Qingxue relaxed her tense jaw, glanced at Wang Lan, and her eyes showed a hint of admiration.

This woman is intelligent.

"Let him go." Su Qingxue said calmly, her voice not loud, but loud enough for the people around her to hear clearly. "But the rules must be set. If he insists on going out and something goes wrong, such as fainting from heatstroke, the team will not be responsible for rescue. Our water and medicine are limited, and we can't waste them on someone who doesn't follow orders."

"Understood. Thank you for your understanding, Mr. Su."

Wang Lan nodded meekly.

She returned to her original seat and sat down.

His gaze swept past the crowd and toward the direction where Chen Jian had disappeared beyond the crevice in the rock.

……

Halfway up the mountain, there is a karst cave.

Lin Fan forcefully pushed the last rock, which weighed over 100 kilograms, to the right side of the cave entrance.

With a teeth-grinding scraping sound, the stone fit perfectly into the pre-reserved position.

The original opening, which was more than two meters wide, is now mostly blocked by a stone wall that is half a person high.

Only at the very top and left side is there an inverted "L" shaped gap about 30 centimeters wide.

It provides ventilation and smoke extraction while minimizing air resistance.

"Bang."

Song Ya threw the last large bundle of dry branches she was holding onto the ground.

She looked as if she had been pulled out of the water; her ripped white shirt clung tightly to her body, revealing the outline of her underwear.

His cheeks were flushed red, and he was breathing heavily.

"This...this is the last trip." Song Ya slid down against the rock wall, her voice hoarse.

Lin Fan glanced at the depths of the cave.

The dried mangrove branches, shrubs, and large pieces of bark had piled up into a small mountain.

It was big enough to burn for two whole days and two nights.

That's enough.

Lin Fan picked up the bottle of mineral water, unscrewed the cap, and handed it to Song Ya.

"Take a couple of sips, but don't drink too much."

Song Ya took the water, tilted her head back, and gulped down two mouthfuls.

The water slid down her lips and down her neck, and she finally felt alive again.

She stared blankly at the stone wall that Lin Fan had built.

"Lin Fan...you've blocked the entrance so tightly, how are we going to get out tonight?"

"go out?"

Lin Fan sneered, walked to the cave entrance, and looked out at the sky through the cracks in the stone wall.

[1 hour and 15 minutes remaining until the extreme cold wave arrives.]

Current ambient temperature: 46.5°C (peak temperature reached)

[Air pressure: rapidly decreasing.]

[Warning: Strong convective clouds have entered the airspace above the island.]

Lin Fan raised his head.

The western horizon has disappeared.

Instead, there was a huge, dark wall of clouds.

The clouds were as thick as lead, with faint, dark red lightning flashing within them, yet not a sound could be heard.

Lin Fan withdrew his gaze and walked back inside. From this angle, he could see their desperate state that night.

Chen Jian dragged the firewood and carried the embers left over from the previous night into the crevice in the rock.

Inside the rock crevice.

The temperature remains around 30 degrees Celsius.

Compared to the 46-degree hell outside, this place is practically paradise.

Dozens of people were lying haphazardly on the ground.

When Chen Jian walked in, the sound of dragging firewood was particularly jarring in the quiet rock crevice.

"Oh my god!"

Old Li from the finance department, who was sleeping near the cave entrance, was startled awake. He sat up abruptly, and a cloud of dust flew up and choked him.

He started coughing violently.

Everyone opened their eyes.

Chen Jian threw two large bundles of firewood on the ground.

With a muffled thud, dry soil and stone chips were thrown into the air.

"Are you fucking crazy?!" Wang Qiang immediately stopped fanning himself, pointed at Chen Jian's nose, and cursed, "Everyone's resting, why are you making such a commotion? Are you itching for a beating?"

Liu Feifei covered her mouth and nose in disgust and shrank back.

"What a strong smell of sweat... Hey you, could you move a little further away? This place isn't well-ventilated to begin with, and you're bringing all the outside heat in here."

"Yeah, we didn't stop you from suffering, but why did you end up getting everyone covered in dust?"

Su Qingxue frowned slightly.

Looking at Chen Jian's muddy and disheveled appearance, she felt an instinctive disgust.

"Chen Jian, I won't stop you from gathering firewood, but you're disturbing everyone's rest."

Chen Jian paused for a moment.

He raised his head and looked at Su Qingxue, his bloodshot eyes showing no reverence.

"President Su, the clouds outside are pressing in."