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

Chen Jian stood up slowly.

But in Su Qingxue's eyes, this action was extremely terrifying.

After Zhao Na and Xiao Zhou and their dozen or so people left, Su Qingxue felt embarrassed, but she wasn't flustered.

Those things are of no value other than wasting food.

But Chen Jian is different.

If Chen Jian hadn't gathered firewood and built a windbreak wall after the fire the day before yesterday and the storm last night, Su Qingxue would be a stiff corpse by now.

Besides being a sycophant and a bully, Wang Qiang couldn't even distinguish a piece of firewood.

If Chen Jian also takes Wang Lan to seek refuge with Lin Fan, the remaining dozen or so people will definitely not survive tonight.

Su Qingxue panicked.

She suddenly stood up straight, and because the movement was so sudden, her vision went black, and she almost fell over.

"Chen Jian!"

Su Qingxue's voice trembled noticeably, her usual aloofness and arrogance completely gone.

Chen Jian stopped what he was doing and turned his head. Wang Lan also raised her eyelids, her gaze shifting between Su Qingxue and her husband, the corner of her mouth still bearing that barely perceptible curve.

"Did President Su give any instructions?" Chen Jian asked in a completely indifferent tone.

Su Qingxue took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the spasms in her stomach and the fear in her heart.

She knew that Su Zhenbang's name alone couldn't suppress a smart man like Chen Jian.

A smart person only looks at the immediate advantages.

"You can't leave." Su Qingxue stared into Chen Jian's eyes, speaking rapidly. "Shengtang Group has always wanted to expand its market in South China, but it lacks a branch president who can keep things under control. As long as we can get back to Jiangcheng alive, that position is yours."

The crevice in the rock fell silent instantly.

Wang Qiang's eyes widened. The president of the South China branch!

That's a top-ranking official in charge of a region, with an annual salary starting at tens of millions.

Wang Qiang has been sucking up to Su Qingxue for so many years, and he still hasn't even become a department manager. How come Chen Jian, the notorious gigolo, can rise to the top in one step?

"President Su! He..." Wang Qiang was about to protest.

"Shut up!" Su Qingxue glared at Wang Qiang fiercely, her eyes filled with hatred as if she wanted to devour him.

Su Qingxue looked at Chen Jian again and played her final card: "Wang Lan's position as CFO remains unchanged. You two will be the core management team of Shengtang from now on. I, Su Qingxue, keep my word."

She gave the maximum she could.

This was the greatest sincerity she could offer, and her final compromise for survival.

Chen Jian patted the dust off his hands and reached for a thick wooden stick from a nearby stone.

"President Su, you've misunderstood." Chen Jian tapped the ground with his wooden stick. "I didn't say I was leaving."

Su Qingxue's tense shoulders instantly slumped, and she let out a long breath.

"The fire at Lin Fan's place is indeed warm, and the meat is indeed fragrant." Chen Jian looked up at the smoke-filled opening diagonally above, "but it can't hold so many people. Whether Xiao Zhou and the others can get a bowl of hot soup when they go up there is still unknown."

Chen Jian withdrew his gaze and looked around at the dozen or so people who remained in the crevice.

"I stood up because we have no time left."

Chen Jian pointed to the sky outside.

Although the sunlight pierced through the clouds, thick, dark cumulonimbus clouds still loomed over the distant northwest.

"Temperatures are rising, but the sea breeze at night can still be deadly. Eight people have already died in this crevice, and the smell of blood will soon attract predators to the island."

"Before dark, we must find a sheltered cave and enough firewood to burn all night."

He glanced at Su Qingxue.

"President Su, I'm very interested in the position of president of the South China branch. But the prerequisite is that we have to be alive to go back and sit in that position."

Su Qingxue had no answer and could only nod.

"Li Bin, take two men and go to the beach to collect supplies washed ashore from the cruise ship. Bring everything usable."

"Wang Qiang, take the rest of the female colleagues and go find firewood nearby. The temperature on the island is very high during the day, so the wet firewood will dry quickly in the sun."

"I'll take some men to find the cave."

After assigning tasks in a few words, Chen Jian didn't give anyone a chance to object and walked out of the crevice with his wooden stick.

Without saying a word, Li Bin called his two male colleagues to follow.

Although Wang Qiang was extremely resentful, looking at the corpses on the ground, he could only grit his teeth and order the remaining women to gather firewood.

The crevice in the rock was quickly filled with more than half of its contents.

Liu Feifei leaned against the innermost corner, not moving.

Wang Qiang glanced at her but didn't dare to order her around. After all, she was a big star, and Su Qingxue usually had to give her some face.

Liu Feifei hugged her knees, her eyes fixed on the cave diagonally above her.

The aroma of roasted meat still lingered in the air.

She was so hungry that her stomach acid churned and her limbs felt weak.

When Xiao Zhou and Zhao Na left, she actually wanted to stand up and follow them.

But she held back.

Zhao Na is a saleswoman, so she can be shameless. Liu Feifei, on the other hand, is not.

She is a pure and innocent actress with tens of millions of fans, and a national goddess who is highly regarded.

If she were to follow those low-level employees and fawn over them, becoming Lin Fan's lackey, how would she survive back in Jiangcheng once the rescue arrives?

Those paparazzi and competitors will definitely amplify this dark history endlessly, completely ruining her career.

She can't do it openly.

But she had to survive, she had to eat that piece of meat.

The silhouette of Lin Fan pressing Song Ya against the stone wall last night flashed through Liu Feifei's mind.

What Song Ya, that intern, could provide, Liu Feifei could provide even better.

Her figure, her face, her skills—everything about her completely outclasses Song Ya.

Men are all driven by their lower instincts.

Lin Fan, a poor loser who had struggled at the bottom of society, was not even worthy of carrying her shoes before. The night before last, she could control him, but tonight, if she just beckoned with her finger, he would definitely hand over the barbecue with both hands.

She would sneak upstairs after everyone had fallen asleep at night.

As long as it stays out of sight of others, no one will know what's happening in that cave.

She remains the same high-profile superstar.

Thinking of this, Liu Feifei licked her chapped lips and swallowed a mouthful of saliva that tasted of blood.

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the other side.

Xiao Zhou, Zhao Na, and a dozen others were struggling to climb up the steep slope toward Lin Fan's cave.

The aroma of roasted meat grew stronger and stronger, right above my head.

"Almost there! It's up there!" Zhao Na shouted excitedly.

Xiao Zhou followed behind, panting heavily.

It took them a full twenty minutes to climb the 100-meter slope because of the rain last night.

Finally, Zhao Na's hand reached the edge of the flat ground in front of the cave.

She pushed herself up with all her might and flipped herself up.

The sight before her eyes left Zhao Na stunned for a moment.