892: Chapter 887 Deep-Sea Crocodile

The Pacific wind carried a unique salty, fishy smell, mixed with the expensive fragrance blowing from the G65 air vents, entering Shen Yan's nostrils.

The plane was descending. The private island below, known as the 'Paradise Outpost,' looked like an emerald accidentally dropped onto blue satin.

Nothing could make a person realize the physical manifestation of 'class crossing' better than watching one's private jet land on one's own chartered private island.

The cabin door slowly opened. A blast of heat mixed with the roar of ocean waves rushed in, instantly washing away the climate-controlled elite atmosphere inside the cabin.

The first one to rush out was not Shen Yan, but Chen Guangke.

This guy was wearing a Hawaiian shirt so garish it made one dizzy. Below his shorts, he sported a pair of flip-flops, completely shedding the air of the Wall Street analyst who usually pontificated with authority.

"Holy crap! Is this the decadent scent of capitalism? It smells amazing!"

Chen Guangke stood at the bottom of the ramp, spreading his arms wide, and let out a completely undignified roar toward the blinding sunlight.

Wu Ya, following behind him, rolled her eyes. She carried a woven Hermès straw bag, and sunglasses covered most of her face, but the relaxed curve at the corner of her mouth was something never seen at the company.

"Mr. Chen, mind your image a little. Don't forget you're now a nine-figure person."

"So what if I'm nine figures? Can't a nine-figure person roll around on the beach?"

Chen Guangke turned back and made a face, only to be immediately enveloped in a hug by two children who had run down.

Youyou, wearing a pink little swimsuit, giggled as she ran around Chen Guangke, clutching an inflatable dolphin she had just managed to snag from a flight attendant.

Shen An, following behind, was unusually composed for a three-and-a-half-year-old. He still held his tablet, his brow furrowed, seemingly calculating the effect of the sea breeze on a drone's landing trajectory.

Shen Yan held Liu Hui's hand and was the last to step down the ramp.

Liu Hui wore a Bohemian-style long dress that day. The sea breeze made the hem flutter loudly. The gentle smile on her face felt more comforting than the sunlight itself.

"I never dared to dream that one day I could bring the whole family to a place like this."

Liu Hui gently squeezed Shen Yan's palm; his palm felt slightly damp.

Shen Yan squeezed her hand back, with just the right amount of pressure—not too hard, not too light—to convey silent reassurance.

"This is just the beginning from now on. Get used to it."

Near the shuttle vehicle not far away, Shen Ya was talking to Mo Weiming.

Since waking up, Shen Ya had recovered extremely well. She was now the head of a Branch Company of the Shenlan Group, and the capable aura around her was becoming increasingly reminiscent of Shen Yan back in the day.

As for the old man Mo Weiming, even at the seaside, he insisted on wearing his faded gray jacket and flatly refused to change into beach shorts.

"Old Mo, the UV intensity here is three times that of Shenzhen. If you don't put on sunscreen, you'll peel a layer of skin tomorrow."

Shen Ya held the sunscreen spray with a hint of helplessness, coaxing the national treasure level scientist as if he were a child.

"Put on what! UV rays are also a type of radiation wave. It’s a perfect chance for me to feel the energy field of nature."

Mo Weiming muttered, but his eyes were fixed intently on a sailfish leaping in the distant sea. His Adam's apple bobbed once.

This old man didn't care for money or fame; he only had an almost obsessive passion for deep-sea fishing.

Shen Yan walked over and patted Old Mo's shoulder.

"The yacht is ready. We have top-tier fishing gear specially air-freighted from New Zealand, and the captain is a veteran who won the Blue Marlin Competition locally."

Mo Weiming's eyes instantly lit up like two hundred-watt light bulbs.

"You're a thoughtful kid! Don't let Anan bother me these few days; I need to go into seclusion for fishing!"

Watching Mo Weiming hurry into the shuttle vehicle, Shen Yan couldn't help but laugh out loud.

This was his team, his family.

Six months ago, he was a penniless stray, counting coins at the hospital payment window.

Now, he stood here, behind him a commercial empire worth tens of billions, and before him, the boundless Pacific Ocean.

The shock from this contrast was more intoxicating than any strong liquor.

The process of settling in was outrageously luxurious.

Each person had an independent seaside villa, with a private pool and an unbeatable ocean view right outside the window.

The service staff were all rigorously trained. On this island, the client's wish was God's command; even if you asked for the stars in the sky, they would find a way to get you a meteorite.

The beach BBQ in the evening was the main event.

A massive bonfire was lit in the center of the beach. Sparks flew toward the night sky with the sea breeze, seemingly competing with the myriad of stars for brightness.

Fresh lobster, king crab thicker than an arm, and top-grade wagyu airlifted in sizzled on the iron plate, emitting an intoxicating aroma.

An Ran and Ning Ke walked over holding champagne.

These two titans of the venture capital circle had also shed their usual shrewd masks, wearing loose linen shirts, looking exceptionally relaxed.

"Brother Shen, do you know what the circles are saying about you now?"

An Ran swirled his glass, his eyes holding a mix of slight intoxication and admiration.

"What are they saying? Nouveau riche?"

Shen Yan picked up a freshly grilled oyster and slurped it into his mouth without any pretense.

"No, they call you the 'Deep Sea Crocodile.'"

Ning Ke chimed in with a laugh, pointing toward the dark sea in the distance.

"They lurk motionlessly underwater, but once they open their mouths, they can swallow an entire ship whole, leaving not even a bone fragment behind.'"

"That Smith was dismissed immediately after returning to O-Continent. titan Data's stock price dropped by 15%, and now their Board of Directors is lining up to request a visit from you."

Shen Yan wiped his mouth, his movements unhurried.

"Let them wait in line. I'm busy right now.'"

That casualness wasn't feigned; it was the confidence derived from truly mastering core technology.

In this era where technology equals hegemony, holding the 'Deep Sea Ghost' and Mo Weiming's algorithms, Shen Yan was the rule-maker.

Just then, Chen Guangke over there got drunk.

He was holding a beer bottle, standing on a chair, his face flushed red like a monkey's backside, loudly announcing that he was going to perform his famous skill from college—shouting rap.

Wu Ya below was laughing so hard she couldn't stand up straight, cheering him on while recording a video.

Shen Ya was roasting marshmallows with Liu Hui nearby, while Youyou and Shen An were digging holes on the beach, attempting to bury the sleeping Mo Weiming in them.

Looking at this scene, Shen Yan's heart felt filled with something warm.

This kind of down-to-earth vibrancy was exactly what he fought so hard to protect in his second life.

But he knew that this peace required a price.

This world followed the law of the dark forest; if you wanted to enjoy a barbecue comfortably in the sunlight, you must hold a hunting rifle capable of beating others back to the Stone Age.