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

Wang Qiang immediately stepped forward and pointed to a depression at the very edge of the cave entrance, which was also the most vulnerable to wind.

"Are you deaf? President Su told you to move this pile of junk over there! Hurry up!"

Chen Jian looked quietly at Wang Qiang, then at Su Qingxue.

His gaze swept over everyone in the crevice.

These once glamorous white-collar workers in office buildings are now like a bunch of stupid pigs waiting to be slaughtered.

Chen Jian did not refute.

He bent down, picked up the firewood from the ground, and walked step by step to the corner of the crevice in the rock.

He neatly stacked the firewood, then carried the coconut shell over.

He picked out a few of the thinnest pieces of firewood from the pile, broke them off, and put them into the coconut shell.

I gently blew two breaths.

The sparks spread rapidly, igniting the dry branches.

A tiny but real flame lit up in the corner of a rock crevice under a temperature of forty-six degrees Celsius.

The firelight reflected on Chen Jian's face, making his features appear exceptionally cold and hard.

Wang Qiang saw that Chen Jian had actually started a fire and thought the man had completely gone mad.

"Holy crap, you actually started a fire? Are you trying to kill us with heat in this hole?" Wang Qiang walked over and raised his foot to stomp out the newly lit fire.

Chen Jian suddenly stood up.

He held a thick wooden stick in his hand, which he had specifically chosen as a self-defense weapon.

The tip of the wooden stick was pointing directly at Wang Qiang's chest, less than ten centimeters away.

Wang Qiang stopped abruptly in his tracks.

He looked into Chen Jian's eyes. Those eyes no longer held his usual weakness and yielding; instead, they held a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.

"What...what do you want to do?" Wang Qiang shouted, his voice trembling with fear. "Are you trying to rebel?"

The atmosphere inside the rock crevice instantly froze.

Su Qingxue sat up straight, her face darkening: "Chen Jian, put down the stick."

Chen Jian did not put down the stick.

His hand holding the wooden stick was very steady. He didn't look at Su Qingxue, but stared intently at Wang Qiang.

"I found this hole."

"I picked up the wood."

"I started this fire."

He slowly lowered the stick, but instead of throwing it away, he used it as a support on the ground.

Chen Jian raised his other hand and pointed at everyone in the crevice.

The fingertips passed from Wang Qiang, Lao Li, and Liu Feifei before finally landing on Su Qingxue's face.

"You think it's hot, you think I'm crazy."

"You can get out now."

Chen Jian twitched his chapped lips, revealing an extremely mocking sneer.

"Those who don't want to leave."

"You have to follow my rules."

Chen Jian emphasized his words, emphasizing each one.

"Tonight, anyone who wants to come over and warm themselves by the fire..."

He paused for a second, his gaze sweeping across Wang Qiang's face like a knife.

"I won't kowtow three times."

"Plus one million."

"No one is allowed to get any closer to this fire."

Dead silence.

A deathly silence fell over the crevice for five seconds.

Immediately following was an even more intense burst of laughter and curses.

Wang Qiang laughed so hard that tears streamed down his face.

He clutched his stomach, pointed at Chen Jian's nose, and waved his other hand wildly in the air.

"One million? Chen Jian, are you out of your mind? After I leave this damn island, I'll burn you a hundred million in ghost money, do you want that?"

While fanning herself with a leaf, Zhao Na rolled her eyes dramatically. "Sister Lan, is your husband obsessed with money? Even if there's a typhoon and heavy rain tonight, that's something for when we get back to Jiangcheng."

She smoothed her sweat-dampened hair, her tone brimming with superiority, "I also believe the helicopter will arrive before dark. We'll be on the plane drinking hot coffee and watching the downpour, while you're stuck here in this crumbling rock, guarding your rotten wood."

Liu Feifei leaned against the stone wall, pinching her nose in disgust. "Exactly, they're so poor and shabby. Do they really think they can act like big shots just because they found a hole and picked up a couple of broken branches?"

Mocking voices rose and fell.

Chen Jian did not refute.

He sat in the outermost corner of the crevice and added a thin twig to the fire.

The flames licked the dry wood, making a soft crackling sound.

Wang Lan sat at the edge of the crowd, a slight smile playing on her lips.

……

Halfway up the mountain, there is a karst cave.

Lin Fan sat by the fire, toying with the tactical straight knife in his hand.

The blade gleamed with a cold, hard metallic luster in the firelight.

Song Ya just stared at him blankly.

Lin Fan looked past the gap in the newly built stone wall and towards the sky outside.

On the retina, golden data is jumping wildly.

[Ambient temperature: 42°C (rapidly decreasing)]

[Warning: The main body of the cold front is about to cut into the airspace above the island.]

[Warning: A strong convective thunderstorm cloud has formed.]

Lin Fan raised his eyelids.

The sky not far away was no longer blue.

It was a suffocating leaden gray.

The thick clouds were like a black wall, seemingly about to swallow the sun completely.

"The show's about to begin." Lin Fan looked away, wondering how many people would be left after tonight.

……

4:15 PM.

A gust of wind suddenly blew into the rock crevice, which was as stuffy and hot as a steamer.

The wind is quite cool.

"Ah, finally it's cool!" Old Li from the finance department breathed a long sigh of relief, opening his arms wide to greedily welcome the breeze.

"This sea breeze feels so nice. It seems the hottest time is over." Zhao Na put down the leaf she was using to fan herself, and most of her irritation disappeared.

The atmosphere in the crevice instantly became relaxed.

Some people even started discussing which restaurant to go to for a big meal to calm their nerves when they got back.

4:30.

The wind didn't stop; instead, it grew stronger.

The original coolness turned into a damp chill.

The people lying haphazardly on the ground began to instinctively curl up their bodies.

Liu Feifei touched her arm, which was covered in goosebumps. "Why... is it suddenly so cold?"

She was only wearing that thin bikini.

It was unbearably hot before, but now the wind feels like ice daggers, seeping into my bones through my pores.

"That's normal. It's an island. The temperature drops as soon as the sun is blocked by clouds." Wang Qiang rubbed his arms, trying to appear calm.

As soon as he finished speaking, the sky darkened completely.

It wasn't the kind of darkness that comes at dusk.

It was as if a huge black cloth had covered the entire island.

Outside the crevice, the once bright and clear beach and reefs instantly turned into a gloomy, dead wasteland.

It's exactly five o'clock.

The wind has changed.

The whooshing sound through the forest was replaced by a sharp whistle.

The gale-force winds rushed in through the opening in the rock crevice, whipping up sand and gravel that lashed against people's faces, causing a sharp pain.

The temperature has dropped below 20 degrees Celsius and is still falling at an alarming rate.

"Achoo!" Zhao Na sneezed loudly.

She hugged her shoulders, her teeth chattering. "Brother Qiang... this... this wind is weird..."