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

The campfire burning brightly in the crevice of the rocks.

The firelight cast flickering shadows on the faces, especially in the deepest corners.

Zhao Na huddled between two rocks.

Completely naked, just hours before, she had proudly proclaimed herself Empress in front of Lin Fan.

Now? She's not even as good as the mud in the sewers.

No one gave her a second glance, and no one even took off a piece of clothing to shield her from the wind.

Occasionally, a few male employees would pass by, their eyes sweeping over her exposed body, their gazes filled with no pity, only primal greed and bestiality.

If it weren't for the lingering legal bottom line of "maybe I can fly home tomorrow," she would have been devoured by these starving men long ago.

But everyone knew that if the rescue had been delayed by even a few days, Zhao Na would have been reduced to a tool for sexual gratification at the very bottom of this crevice.

On the other side of the campfire.

Su Qingxue leaned against the rock wall, her legs curled up, her chin resting on her knees.

The filter of the billionaire female CEO is shattered to pieces here.

Having navigated the business world for so many years, what kind of cunning old fox hasn't she seen?

But at this moment, the way these former sycophants looked at her was absolutely chilling.

It wasn't anger, nor hatred.

It's hunger.

They were looking at her like she was a piece of raw meat that hadn't been cooked yet.

Su Qingxue shivered.

She knew better than anyone that targeting Zhao Na tonight was just an appetizer to ignite the despair of this group of people.

Zhao Na led her team to their deaths; she deserved to be the scapegoat.

But if rescue hasn't arrived in ten days or half a month, who will be the next one stripped naked and left to be beaten in a corner?

She closed her eyes tightly, not daring to think any further.

In the suffocating silence, Chen Jian suddenly spoke.

"Listen to me, everyone."

Chen Jian's voice wasn't loud, but it could be heard clearly in the crevice filled with heavy breathing and groans.

More than twenty pairs of bloodshot eyes stared at him.

"If you want fresh water, you don't necessarily have to steal from Lin Fan." Chen Jian pushed up his glasses. "I have a way."

silence.

Immediately following was a series of extremely heavy breathing sounds.

Ma Liang was the first to lose his temper.

His eyes were red, and he let out a cold laugh that cracked his voice.

"Hey, Engineer Chen." He used to call Chen Jian a gigolo, but now that Chen Jian has started a fire and found a hole, he thinks more highly of him.

"Do you think that just because you lit a fire the other day, you've become Bear Grylls?"

Ma Liang pointed to the pitch-black night outside and rolled his eyes.

"What? Planning to take us deep into the mangroves to find a mountain spring? Have you forgotten about that giant python? It can swallow a grown man whole! Are you trying to kill us all so we can all go and deliver food to that serpent?"

Several people nearby also joined in with a dry, sarcastic remark.

Chen Jian said expressionlessly, "We're not going into the woods."

"If you cooperate with me, I can conjure up fresh water out of thin air on this beach."

The moment the words "out of thin air" were uttered, everyone's eyes lit up.

"What did you say?" Ma Liang even doubted that he was hallucinating.

"I said, let's make fresh water right here on the beach. We won't risk our lives, and we won't become targets for Lin Fan."

"Tell me quickly! How exactly do we do it?!" Seven or eight male employees shouted at the same time.

But Chen Jian deliberately paused for a full three seconds.

Those three agonizing seconds had everyone's hearts in their throats.

"I can get the water out," Chen Jian finally spoke, "but on one condition."

"From now until the rescue arrives, everyone here shall be under my command without question."

As soon as he finished speaking, a small commotion broke out in the crevice of the rock.

Several male employees subconsciously turned their heads to look at Su Qingxue, who was huddled in the corner.

Su Qingxue's face was ashen.

She clearly felt that something more terrifying than not having water to drink was slipping away: her absolute power.

"I'll take your orders?"

A piercingly harsh voice broke the silence.

Wang Qiang jumped out.

Half of his face was glowing red in the firelight, and blood was still seeping from the scalp that had been scraped by a stone. He looked extremely disheveled.

But he shoved the person in front of him aside and started spewing insults at Chen Jian.

"You spineless coward who lives off a woman, how dare you jump out and give orders?"

Wang Qiang glanced back at Su Qingxue, seemingly having found his pillar of support, before turning back to continue his spittle-flecked speech.

"President Su is still here! She's the president of Sheng Tang Group! She's your wife and our mutual boss! Who do you think you are? Your wife is eating the company's food, and you want to sabotage the company? This is called taking advantage of a crisis! This is called rebellion!"

"you……"

"I'll just ask you one question: if you listen to that woman, will you survive?"

Chen Jian interrupted him directly, without any hysteria, only extreme calmness.

He stared at Wang Qiang and went straight for him, unleashing his ultimate attack.

"Manager Wang, then tell me, does President Su make fires in the wild? Can she conjure a drop of fresh water from seawater?"

These two questions struck at Su Qingxue's weak points.

Wang Qiang opened his mouth, but like a duck with its neck being choked, he couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

Chen Jian gave him no chance to catch his breath and continued to unleash his attacks:

"President Su is a billionaire CEO in the office building, but here on a desert island, she has no judgment at all."

In the corner, Su Qingxue swayed slightly, and Chen Jian turned his head, his gaze fixed on Wang Qiang.

"Or should everyone continue to follow your orders, Supervisor Wang?"

"you……"

"Half an hour ago," Chen Jian's voice turned completely cold, "it was you, Wang Qiang, who led more than twenty people to charge up there. It was you who held the torch and walked at the front, and it was you who shouted 'Acting on behalf of Heaven.'"

Chen Jian took a step closer. "And the result?"

"If a rock falls on you, you're the first to run for your life! Once you run, everything falls apart! How did Old Chen die? He was trampled to death by you! How did Liu Hui's leg break? It was broken by you all when you were running for your lives!"

"Leading people up to their deaths was your incompetence; leading the escape and causing the stampede was your cowardice. Two lives lost, one leg severed—Manager Wang, how do you plan to avenge this blood debt?"

Every word is piercing to the heart!

Wang Qiang's face went from flushed red to pale ashen.

His mouth, which is usually the most talkative at the company, trembled for a long time but couldn't utter a single fart.

There's no way to refute it.

Because every word Chen Jian just said is an undeniable fact.

These twenty-odd people in the rock crevice are all living witnesses!

"Screw who we listen to!"

Ma Liang, who had been silently hiding in the crowd, suddenly sprang to attention. He shoved Wang Qiang, who was blocking his way, and shouted, "Chen Jian, did you dare to guarantee what you just said? You said you could produce fresh water, so do it now!"

Ma Liang's voice was hoarse from severe dehydration: "In this godforsaken place, whoever can give me a sip of clean water is my godfather! I'll listen to them!"

"Count me in!" a bald male employee next to him roared.

"Yes! Stop with the nonsense! We're so thirsty our throats are practically burning; if we don't drink some water soon, we'll all die here!"

In the blink of an eye, seven or eight male employees who were usually regarded as Wang Qiang's core subordinates all raised their voices to express their opinions.

Their gazes completely ignored Su Qingxue, who was huddled in the corner, and they treated Wang Qiang as if he were invisible. All eyes were fixed on Chen Jian.

In this godforsaken place, whoever provides milk is the mother, and whoever has water is the king.

What a load of bull! A female CEO with a million-dollar annual salary, a senior executive in charge of performance management—all of that is bullshit in the face of a parched stomach and a burning throat!

In the corner, Su Qingxue closed her eyes.

She didn't voice her objections, not because she didn't want to maintain her dignity as the head of the Sheng Tang Group, but because she currently had no bargaining chips to offer.

She clearly felt that she, a female CEO worth billions, had been completely sidelined by a "gold digger" who usually wouldn't even bother to look at her.