Dragon Raja: I practiced Naruto ninjutsu next to Lu Mingfei.

Once I've earned enough capital, I can start a small business; it's better than working every day like this.

So James Bond borrowed the bar's landline phone and started dialing the number from the business card.

Because he had just been released, he didn't even have a cell phone.

The call connected quickly, and the old man's magnetic voice came through the receiver: "Hello, who is this?"

"Hello Mr. Zhang, I am James Bond, the person who spoke to you at the bar just now."

"Oh? You've thought it through?"

"Yes, I'd like to apply for this job. What do I need to prepare?"

"No need, just pack your luggage. My island has everything you need, and the job includes room and board."

“Um… Oh right,” James Bond said, “Do you need my medical report? I’m worried I won’t be able to get used to living on the island and might have allergies.”

The old man, Zhang Wenhai, spoke slowly and calmly: “No need. My island has relatively complete medical services. It can treat common allergies or injuries, but you have to actively avoid allergens.”

Then, Zhang Wenhai said something that James Bond couldn't refuse:

"If you agree to do this job, we can sign a labor contract tomorrow. After the contract is signed, we will prepay six months' salary to your account, and the remaining salary will be paid monthly."

James Bond asked incredulously, "An advance... six months' salary, $5?"

"Yes, the salary will be paid in advance immediately after the contract is signed. You can decide whether to come or not after you receive the money. After all, we are not a fraudulent company," Zhang Wenhai said calmly. "I have to interview ten people tomorrow. If you have thought it through, come over. Our ship will depart in three days, and we won't wait for anyone."

"Oh, okay, okay, I'll definitely come, I'll definitely come!" James Bond didn't care about anything else when he heard about the $5 advance payment.

After all, if someone can get the money first, they probably aren't a scammer, right? What scammer would give you money upfront?

But he still maintained a sliver of rationality: he would not board the ship until he received the money, which should ensure that nothing went wrong!

James hung up the phone happily and agreed to sign the contract at 10 a.m. the next day.

"Pay the bill."

Suddenly someone patted James Bond's arm. Singapore has a tropical climate, and the temperature in winter is over 20 degrees Celsius, yet James Bond was still wearing short sleeves.

"Oh, oh, oh!" James Bond was startled and immediately turned his head, only to find that someone had been sitting next to him the whole time, but he hadn't noticed at all.

Sitting next to him was a middle-aged woman who looked to be in her forties.

James Bond has reason to suspect that when she patted her arm just now, she was trying to take advantage of him!

Sure enough, when he stared at the middle-aged woman, she actually smiled at him.

Then she left the money and left immediately.

James Bond was baffled, thinking, "There's no need to specifically ask for the bill, she just wanted to touch my biceps on purpose!"

……

The next day, James Bond went to a suite at the Marina Bay Sands Hotel for an interview and signed a contract on the spot.

The interview was very simple. They just asked if I could endure hardship and if I knew any basic skills like electrical work or repairs. They didn't ask about my blood type or genetics.

The contract was written in both English and Chinese. James Bond read it very carefully and found no strange clauses; it was just a normal labor contract.

So James Bond signed the contract without hesitation.

Then his secretary asked him for his bank account details, saying she wanted to transfer the money on the spot.

That female secretary... she's so pretty, wearing a gray suit and black stockings, her legs are so long.

James Bond glanced at her a few more times, his gaze becoming increasingly brazen, but the secretary seemed to have excellent manners and didn't get angry at all.

"The transfer has been completed. You can check your account balance at the bank," the female secretary said softly to James Bond with a faint smile.

"Oh... okay, I'll go to the ATM to confirm in a bit." James Bond looked away from his female secretary; the most important thing now was to confirm whether the money had actually been deposited into his bank account!

After saying goodbye to Zhang Wenhai, he immediately went to the nearest ATM to check his bank card balance. Sure enough, there was an extra sum of money, which, after conversion, was exactly equivalent to US$50,000!

He immediately clicked the withdrawal button and took out a sum of money.

It's real money!

James Bond was overjoyed to have all the cash in his hands!

In other words, there really is such a great job waiting for him!

James Bond was overjoyed and immediately went to the supermarket to buy some daily necessities for the island, as well as the latest mobile phone and a Japanese-made brand-name diving watch.

Chapter 309 Island Survival Challenge

James began to fantasize about his work and life on the island, and perhaps he would meet a rich and beautiful woman, and after he got together with her, he would be set for life.

That's great!

So, in the early hours of three days later, he boarded a large private ferry, first going to Jakarta, the capital of Indonesia, to pick up people from neighboring countries, before finally setting off for the island where he worked.

On the ferry, he saw more than fifty colleagues, all of them robust men, and more than thirty young women who said they had come to the island to work as waitresses.

James Bond noticed that these people were very disciplined, unwilling to talk much, and would automatically quiet down when they saw someone, as if they were in prison.

That's how it is in prison; if someone comes in, it immediately becomes quiet, and orders are strictly obeyed.

For some reason, he had the illusion that all these people, regardless of gender, were his fellow inmates.

Overall, the atmosphere was somewhat somber.

Just then, a noisy commotion came from the upper deck of the ferry, as if someone was having a party. James Bond inquired a little and found out that the people on the upper deck were the guests who were about to disembark.

James Bond was a little confused. Didn't they need pre-job training?

Are you going to start working directly in front of customers? Aren't you afraid of making mistakes?

Or perhaps the company owner is particularly easygoing and doesn't require them to be too rigid in dealing with customers?

James looked around, wanting to find Zhang Wenhai, have a chat, and learn more about the situation.

However, Zhang Wenhai was not found. There were only two male managers present, who provided them with fresh water, drinks, and food.

These two managers weren't very talkative, and they didn't respond much when people tried to talk to them. Over time, nobody started talking to them anymore.

James Bond ate two pre-packaged sandwiches and suddenly turned around abruptly.

Behind him was a corner of the cabin, seemingly empty, yet he felt as if something was constantly watching him.

What a strange feeling.

It was as if someone was watching from the shadows.

After drifting at sea for about two days, the ferry finally arrived at a 5-square-kilometer island around noon.

The island's terrain is high in the middle and low on both sides. There are many tropical rainforests on the island, which seem to be very dense because few people visit them.

"Everyone, take your luggage and disembark in an orderly fashion. Don't rush or push," two staff members said to the disembarking passengers in English and Chinese through a megaphone.

"Everyone disembarking must wear a wristband on their wrist. You can wear it on either wrist, but we recommend wearing it on your left wrist because it's inconvenient to work with your right hand. This wristband has an identification function, just like an access card. You will need this wristband to clock in every day. Put it on now, and when you go up, line up in order to clock in and activate it."

James Bond took a metal bracelet, about half a centimeter wide, and put it on casually.

James Bond and his future colleagues, about ninety people in total, slowly disembarked from the ship. The development of this small island seemed rather mediocre; apart from the dock, there wasn't even a paved road.

They arrived outside a manor and found a shady spot under a tree in front of a lawn to line up.

Someone brought a card reader and swiped everyone's wristbands to record their information. Anyone who wasn't wearing their wristband properly was asked to put it on.

James looked around. The trees on the island were really tall, and he didn't know how many years they had been growing. The leaves of the trees were lush and green, full of life and vitality.

James Bond suddenly remembered a legend that said if trees in the wild grew well, it was very likely that a corpse was buried there...

A sea breeze blew by at that moment, causing him to shiver for no reason!

Jameson frowned when he saw the manor, then looked around and found that there seemed to be only this one main building, a small three-story villa, covering an area of ​​no more than 400 square meters.

This building houses more than ninety people... It seems a bit crowded?

Do these waiters live in tents in the wild?

There were a few people scattered around the manor. The windows were spotless, and the courtyard was well-maintained. Judging from the way the flowers and plants were trimmed, they had been tended to recently.

James Bond realized something was wrong; this island didn't seem to be specifically developed for tourism.

Several people also noticed something was wrong and asked the two managers why there were so few buildings and such poor infrastructure.

One of the managers yawned and said, "The tourists here come to camp and experience desert island survival, which is why there are so few buildings."

"Where will we stay?"

"Yes, yes, where do we stay?"

These people all asked.

The manager, holding a megaphone, said, "Please be patient, you'll find out where you're staying in a little while."

A while later, Zhang Wenhai passed by with eight guests, five men and three women, none of whom appeared to be more than thirty years old.

These young guests were all arrogant and didn't even give James Bond and his group a second glance.

James Bond felt a vague unease and wanted to sneak back to the ferry. He glanced around and found that the ferry that had brought them there had already left the island and was far away.

Many people noticed this scene and became even more uneasy.

At this point, the two managers seemed to have given up on managing the situation. Faced with the clamor of questions, they left without looking back and headed into the manor.

Several people tried to follow, seemingly wanting to demand an explanation, but at that moment, the sound of a car engine came from not far away, and a dump truck drove up and blocked the middle of the group.

The dump truck began to unload its contents, and James Bond paused for a moment when he saw what it was.

Above were rows of black waterproof backpacks and various kinds of cold weapons.

There are watermelon knives, nunchucks, red-tasseled spears, Guan Dao (a type of halberd), military daggers, samurai swords, double-edged swords, and bows and arrows... all kinds of cold weapons are available.

"Listen up." A manager unknowingly jumped onto the front of a dump truck, stood on the high ground, and began to explain the situation to the people below through a megaphone.

"You've come here to participate in a survival challenge. In a little while, each of you will receive a backpack. You can take any weapons you like, and there's no limit to the number. Then you'll participate in a three-day, two-night survival challenge."

"There is three days' worth of fresh water, dry food, and an adrenaline shot in the backpack. You can use it in an emergency."

"It is currently 3 PM local time. In three hours, the survival challenge will officially begin. Our eight guests will hunt you down. If you can survive until the morning of the third day, you will win and receive a reward of 1 million US dollars."

"The official competition begins in three hours. Now you can grab your gear and start your escape!"

After saying his last sentence, the manager jumped directly off the front of the car. From a height of three meters, he landed without a scratch, his knees not even bending.