129: Chapter 129 What is a dog? This is a dog.
Zhou Kai's hands weaving the bamboo basket slowed down by half a beat.
How is this brat's mouth so sharp today? In front of Lin Fan before, he didn't even dare to breathe heavily, what medicine did he take today?
Zhou Kai's gaze calmly slid from Zhang Tao's body to Wang Lan's face in the back, pausing for half a second.
Wang Lan lowered her head, both hands honestly placed on her knees, looking completely unrelated to this matter.
Zhou Kai took back his gaze.
He didn't say anything.
Zhang Tao was still continuing.
"Brother Fan, I am clumsy with words and don't know how to beat around the bush. Some things don't sound good, but I have to say them."
His voice raised by a pitch, "What right does Su Qingxue have to eat and drink for free here? Just because her surname is Su? Just because she used to be a president?"
"When she used to be a president, what did she treat us as? In her eyes, we are worth shit, and she wouldn't even deign to look at us."
Su Qingxue's fingers tightened slightly.
Zhang Tao didn't notice this detail, or if he did, he didn't care anymore.
There was only one thing left in his mind now, which was to pour out everything Wang Lan taught him.
The cleaner he poured it out, the more useful Lin Fan would think he was.
"Brother Fan, how good you are to her! You saved her from those cannibalistic lunatics, gave her water to drink, gave her a place to lie down, and arranged for Song Ya to take care of her. If it were me who was saved, I would have sold my life to Brother Fan long ago, following you around and doing whatever you told me to do."
"What about her?"
Zhang Tao stood up and took a step towards Su Qingxue.
"Su Qingxue, I'm talking to you, did you hear me?"
Su Qingxue raised her head.
Their gazes met.
Su Qingxue's eyes were very calm, looking at Zhang Tao as if looking at a blocking stone, neither angry nor afraid, just indifferent.
This indifference made Zhang Tao feel thoroughly uncomfortable.
He had seen this kind of gaze too many times.
Back at the company, when Su Qingxue came from the other end of the corridor, he and a dozen colleagues stood neatly on both sides, bowing and greeting, "Good morning, President Su."
Su Qingxue's eyes would sweep past them without lingering, not even giving them a focus.
They were air.
No, not even air.
Air at least had the necessity to exist, but in Su Qingxue's eyes, they were just a patch of paint on the corridor wall.
Now she was still looking at him with this kind of gaze.
We've fucking fallen onto a Deserted Island, and you're still looking at me with that gaze of looking at ants?
Zhang Tao's blood rushed to his head.
"Su Qingxue!"
Song Ya stood up.
"Zhang Tao, what are you doing?"
"Song Ya, it's none of your business!" Zhang Tao knew Song Ya's significance to Lin Fan, so he didn't dare to yell at Song Ya.
He turned back, his finger almost poking onto Su Qingxue's nose.
"What the fuck are you pretending for?"
"Still putting on airs? Who are you putting them on for? Your Shengtang Group is three thousand kilometers away!"
"Your father Su Zhenbang's connections are in the capital! Your legal team is in Modu! This is a Deserted Island! Do you understand what a Deserted Island is?"
"Those pieces of shit of yours are worth nothing here!"
Su Qingxue did not back down, nor did she stand up. She just sat there, her spine still straight, watching Zhang Tao.
This calmness made Zhang Tao more uncomfortable than any refutation.
What he feared most was not the other party cursing back, but the other party ignoring him.
When you punch a bunch of cotton, it makes no sound, and the more you hit, the more repressed you feel.
"Su Qingxue." Zhang Tao's finger retracted, but his mouth didn't stop.
"Brother Fan saved your life, what are you going to use to repay it?"
"Just talk? Can a mouth be eaten as a meal?"
"Help him sort out legal issues after going back? Fine, that's a matter for the future."
"What about now? Right now you're eating Brother Fan's food, drinking Brother Fan's water, unable to help at all, and don't even have an attitude!"
"What does it mean to make him happy? Wasn't Brother Fan clear enough? You, Su Qingxue, are so smart, don't you understand?"
As soon as these words came out, the platform quieted down.
Su Qingxue's jaw tightened.
She understood.
How could she not understand.
Every single word Zhang Tao said she heard clearly, translated into one sentence: Lin Fan wants you, so you give yourself to him.
Lin Fan leaned against the rock wall, the corners of his mouth twitching.
Which word in Zhang Tao's speech was thought of by himself?
With Zhang Tao's brain, it would be a struggle for him to compose three complete parallel sentences. Now he was speaking eloquently, with clear logic and progressive layers, almost turning it into a debate match for him.
Wang Lan taught it.
From word order to rhythm, from the entry point to the landing point, it was entirely Wang Lan's handwriting.
Zhang Tao was just a repeater, broadcasting what Wang Lan poured into him word for word.
But Lin Fan didn't plan to stop him.
Su Qingxue needed someone to tell her a fact: this is not Shengtang Group.
There is no receptionist girl to help her block visitors, no assistant to help her block wine, no driver to open the door for her, no bodyguards to clear the road for her.
This is a Deserted Island.
Her set of rhetoric about "I will be self-reliant" is no different from a fart on this island.
She doesn't even know where fresh water is, nor can she tell the front and back of a banana leaf apart. You're self-reliant? What are you going to rely on to be self-reliant?
If some truths were spoken by him, Su Qingxue would feel it was coercion.
But when spoken by a person like Zhang Tao, the effect is different.
The uglier Zhang Tao's face looked, the more Su Qingxue could feel the real temperature on this island.
Only when the temperature is low enough will people want to approach the campfire.
Zhang Tao was still talking.
"Su Qingxue, don't think that if you don't make a sound, this matter can just pass. Are Brother Fan's supplies dropped from the sky?"
"Every single item is exchanged with his life!"
"What have you paid?"
"If you really can't afford to pay, don't freeload. There are plenty of places below, the rock crevice is so big, go find a corner and squat there."
Su Qingxue's face paled a degree.
Not out of anger.
It was because a few of the things Zhang Tao said hit the nail on the head.
She really hasn't paid for anything.
But the condition she offered was "help Lin Fan sort out legal issues after going back".
This condition, placed in the civilized world three thousand kilometers away, would be priceless.
The Su Family's legal team, Su Zhenbang's connections in the political and legal systems—pulling out any single one of them would be enough for Lin Fan to benefit from for a lifetime.
But the problem is, this is not three thousand kilometers away.
This is a Deserted Island.
The four words "after going back" are the cheapest currency on this island.
Anyone can say it, anyone can promise it, because it cannot be cashed in at all.
Su Qingxue understood this principle very well.
Having rolled around in the shopping malls for so many years, she understood what a future-dated check and what immediate payment meant ten thousand times better than Zhang Tao.
But she still offered that price.
Because she had nothing else to offer.
Ask her to bend down to pick up firewood?
Ask her to squat in front of the stove to make a fire?
It's not that she wasn't willing, she really didn't know how.
In her twenty-something years of life, the most primitive heating tool she had ever used was a microwave.
"Zhang Tao, have you said enough?"
Su Qingxue spoke, her voice not loud, her throat still hoarse, but every word was pronounced very clearly.
Zhang Tao was choked up for a second by her sudden voice, then regained his vigor.
"Have I said enough? I haven't finished yet! You..."
"You want me to leave, fine."
Su Qingxue propped herself up against the ground and stood up.
Zhang Tao didn't expect this reaction from her, and froze for a beat...
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