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

On the other side, in a crevice in the rocks halfway up the mountain.

Hell has only just opened its gates.

The temperature had dropped below five degrees Celsius, and the gale-force winds, carrying icy sea rain, poured wildly into the inverted "V"-shaped opening in the rock crevices.

The space here is too large; the crack, which is over ten meters long, can't keep out the wind at all.

Except for the deepest and outermost areas, the middle area became a wind tunnel.

Dozens of people huddled together, like a flock of quails waiting to be slaughtered.

it's too cold.

This cold wasn't the dry cold of Jiangcheng's winters, but rather a damp, insidious cold that seeped into the body through the pores.

In stark contrast is the outermost corner of the rock crevice.

Chen Jian sat there.

He built a simple windbreak with stones, and a fire was burning brightly behind it.

The dry mangrove firewood crackled softly, and the orange-red flames warmed the air within a three-meter radius.

The heatwave from over there is occasionally blown over by the wind.

Even a tiny bit is a deadly temptation for these people who are on the verge of freezing to death.

Old Li was the first to lose it.

He slowly moved his buttocks, inch by inch, towards the fire.

Seeing this, Zhao Na also crawled forward.

With a leader in place, the remaining dozen or so people instinctively began to move towards the heat source.

Even Su Qingxue, who was paralyzed at the very back, was helped out by Wang Qiang with difficulty.

Three meters, two meters.

Just as Old Li's hand was about to reach that warm radiation zone.

"Smack."

A wooden stick as thick as a wrist was heavily planted less than a centimeter in front of Old Li's fingers.

Chen Jian sat on a rock, holding a wooden stick, looking down at the group of people on the ground.

"You've crossed the line."

The three words, though mixed in with the sound of wind and rain, were heard clearly.

Old Li froze. He looked up, his face covered in snot and rain, his voice trembling uncontrollably: "Chen... Chen Jian... Engineer Chen... please make an exception... I'm freezing to death..."

"Consider it a life I owe you. Once we get back to Jiangcheng, whatever you want, I'll give you, as long as I have it."

Chen Jian poked at the charcoal fire with a wooden stick, sending sparks flying.

"I made myself very clear during the day." He looked at Old Li, "One million, three heads."

Old Li was dumbfounded.

One million? He's a seasoned veteran in the finance department; he could work his whole life and still not save up more than a million.

Even if we had them, where would we get them now?

"Chen Jian, don't go too far!" Wang Qiang shouted from behind the crowd, his voice hoarse. "Are you really going to just watch us freeze to death? This is premeditated murder!"

Chen Jian smiled.

He stood up, walked to the edge of the windbreak wall, and stared at Wang Qiang.

"What did you say when I told you to gather firewood during the day?" Chen Jian pointed to the dark storm outside. "You said a helicopter would come, you said I was out of my mind, and you said you wanted to drink hot coffee on the plane."

He spread his hands.

"Go on, go drink your hot coffee, don't come here to mooch off the firewood that this idiot of mine picked up."

Wang Qiang was speechless after being rebuked, his face turning a deep purplish-red.

Seeing that Chen Jian was unmoved, everyone immediately turned their attention to Wang Lan, who was sitting on the other side of the fire.

Wang Lan had already warmed up by the fire.

"Sister Lan! Please do something about your husband!" Zhao Na scrambled over, begging, "Please say something for us, Sister Lan!"

Wang Lan looked up, glanced at her colleagues who were both indignant and pitiful, and sighed.

She portrayed the helplessness of a "virtuous wife and loving mother" to the fullest extent.

"Please don't make things difficult for me, everyone," Wang Lan said softly, with a hint of grievance. "You all saw it during the day; he even brought out the divorce papers. He's always stubborn at home, and now he's so angry that he won't listen to me at all."

She paused, her gaze sweeping across the crowd before finally settling precisely on Su Qingxue.

"Besides, it's normal for him to be angry after everyone ostracized him during the day. This is something I really can't make the decision about."

The ball was kicked cleanly and decisively.

It hit Su Qingxue directly in the face.

Su Qingxue leaned against the stone wall, her whole body frozen and numb.

Her ridiculous pride is being stripped away bit by bit in the face of the absolute power of nature.

She understood the unspoken meaning in Wang Lan's words.

The couple is putting on a show.

Chen Jian played the bad cop, blocking everyone's path, while Wang Lan played the good cop, handing over the final pricing power to the president.

They want money.

She, Su Qingxue, had to bow her head.

A gust of wind swept in, bringing with it icy rain, and Su Qingxue shivered violently.

She can't be left in the cold any longer. If she stays in the cold for another half hour, she will definitely go into hypothermia and shock.

Su Qingxue pushed Wang Qiang's hand away and straightened up, leaning against the stone wall.

Even though she was shivering from the cold, she still tried her best to maintain the dignity of the head of the Sheng Tang Group.

"Wang Lan".

Wang Lan immediately stood up and bowed respectfully: "President Su."

"After we return to Jiangcheng, I will personally fund 30 million for you two," Su Qingxue said, staring into Wang Lan's eyes, enunciating each word clearly. "Adding to the 20 million I promised you during the day, it will be a total of 50 million. It will be transferred directly into your account."

In the crevice of the rock, there was an instant silence.

Even the sound of wind and rain was drowned out by these three words.

Thirty million.

The total is fifty million.

Old Li's eyes instantly turned red, so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

He worked in finance for twenty years and knew all too well what fifty million meant.

This is an amount he couldn't earn even if he didn't eat or drink for ten lifetimes.

Zhao Na was so jealous that she dug her nails into her palms so hard she couldn't even feel the pain.

Everyone present, including Zhang Tao and Li Bin, was completely stunned by the 50 million yuan.

Immediately following was an overwhelming wave of regret.

The intestines are all regretful!

When Chen Jian called them to gather firewood during the day, it was hot outside, but it was only a few steps away. If they had stood up then, they could have followed him to carry a couple of pieces of wood.

They will get a share of this 50 million!

Just because they were lazy, and because they believed the nonsense of that idiot Wang Qiang, this enormous wealth fell right into the pocket of Chen Jian, that "gold digger."

Why should I?!

How can he earn 50 million just by picking up a few pieces of broken wood?

Jealousy gnawed at everyone's heart, but they dared not say a word.

Because now, their lives are in the hands of others.

"President Su is very generous."

Chen Jian threw the wooden stick in his hand aside, making a crisp sound.

He glanced at Wang Lan, and the two exchanged a quick look.

Perfect teamwork, precise execution.

"Since President Su is paying, everyone can help themselves to the fire. No need to kowtow." Chen Jian took a step back, making room for them.

A cheer erupted from the crowd, and they scrambled and stumbled toward the fire.

Old Li was the first to rush over, reaching his hand directly into the flames, almost burning his eyebrows.

Zhao Na and Liu Feifei huddled together, greedily inhaling the steam.

Su Qingxue also went over and sat down in the best spot that Wang Lan had specially made for her.

The moment the heat enveloped her entire body, she exhaled a long breath of white air.

Fifty million is just half a month's profit for her; it's worth it to buy a life.

Seeing this, Wang Qiang quickly stepped forward, rubbing his hands together as he tried to squeeze into the innermost part of the fire.

"Get out."

Chen Jian stepped on the edge of the windbreak wall, blocking Wang Qiang's path.

Wang Qiang was stunned: "What are you doing? President Su paid for it, and you said everyone could just grill whatever they wanted!"

"I'm talking about everyone," Chen Jian said, looking down at him. "Excluding you."

"Chen Jian! Don't push your luck!" Wang Qiang exclaimed, turning to Su Qingxue. "President Su, look at him! He took your money and won't even let me warm myself by the fire! He doesn't respect you at all!"