181: Chapter 181 You know a way back

Lin Fan lowered his eyes to look at him and didn't speak.

Yang Ningcong waited for two seconds, and when he didn't get a response, his boldness grew a bit more.

He couldn't stand this kind of look the most.

There was no flattery, no awe, and no ingratiation.

In the country, as long as he uttered the four words Yang Group, the way the vast majority of people looked at him would change.

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Those executives at wine banquets would smile and hand over cigarettes, bank people would proactively toast him, and those female celebrities in the entertainment circle would also put on smiling faces when they saw him.

Even Su Qingxue, that notoriously cold beauty, would at least maintain the most basic commercial decency.

Yet the mud-covered man before him looked at him as if he were looking at a piece of rotten wood just washed ashore from the sea.

This made Yang Ningcong extremely upset.

"Hey, I'm talking to you."

Yang Ningcong's expression sank.

"Hurry up and untie me."

He turned his head to look at the bodyguards tied up like sausages, "You bunch of fucking useless people, tied up here one by one like pickled vegetables, what does this look like? Did I spend so much money raising you just to let you lie on the ground and play dead?"

The bodyguards looked at each other in dismay, none of them daring to make a sound. They knew that even if Lin Fan wasn't a pirate, daring to tie them up meant that this man either wanted money or their lives.

Otherwise, what decent person would dish out a rope set meal right off the bat?

The Short-haired Bodyguard glanced out of the corner of his eye at the crossbow in Lin Fan's hand, cold sweat mixed with seawater streaming down his forehead.

He really wanted to remind Yang Ningcong: Young Master, we are not on our own yacht right now, nor are we in a clubhouse private room.

And certainly not in your old man's free-shooting room.

But Yang Ningcong had never suffered losses before; as long as they were people in civilized society, hearing his old man's name would give him plenty of face, and he clearly hadn't fully recognized reality yet.

Seeing that the bodyguards didn't take up the conversation, he flung his gaze back onto Lin Fan.

He looked Lin Fan up and down.

A torn jacket, tattered trouser legs, boots plastered with half a catty of mud, and hair messed up by seawater and sand, he looked covered in dust and dirt, much like a temporary worker who had been moving bricks at a construction site all day.

Looking again at the high-end windbreaker on his own body, which though stained with mud, still had crisp fabric.

The contrast came right out.

The contempt in Yang Ningcong's eyes was almost too lazy to conceal.

"Hey, kid, what's your name? What does your dad do?"

His tone had completely changed.

It was not an equal inquiry, but rather the habitual casualness of upper-class people toward low-end beasts of burden.

Lin Fan rested the crossbow on his shoulder and looked down at him. Yang Ningcong didn't like this look as if he were looking at a dog, frowned, and asked again: "From Shengtang? What position?"

"An intern." Lin Fan broke convention by speaking.

The air went quiet for an instant.

Then Yang Ningcong laughed.

In that smile was the sense of superiority instinctively secreted by the heir of a family with an annual income of billions when he heard the three words intern.

"An intern?"

Yang Ningcong laughed even louder.

He even laughed so hard he coughed twice, the mud on his face twitching along with the motion.

"I thought he was some ruthless character, or whose rich second generation, but after all this fuss, he's just someone doing odd jobs at Qingxue's company."

He clicked his tongue, his tone carrying undisguised sarcasm.

"It's really not easy for an intern to survive two months in this ghostly place. Where is Qingxue? You take me to find Qingxue now, and I'll give you a five-thousand tip."

Lin Fan's eyes didn't change.

But in his mind, some things flashed past.

Yang Ningcong.

He had indeed heard this name.

The young master of the domestic Yang Group.

Real estate, energy, and shipping were all involved; his family was wealthy, the kind of person who stood at a finish line upon birth that ordinary people couldn't touch in several lifetimes.

More importantly, this person had pursued Su Qingxue.

Not an ordinary pursuit.

It was the kind of high-profile pursuit that wished the entire internet knew about it.

Booking the exterior wall of an entire office building to play birthday wishes for Su Qingxue, buying 999 imported white roses to block the gate of the Shengtang Group, and even being photographed by paparazzi waiting downstairs at Su Qingxue's apartment building for three hours late at night.

Those few trending searches had been discussed by people in the company pantry while Lin Fan listened.

"The Yang Family Crown Prince Bitterly Pursues Shengtang's Iceberg Female CEO."

"Ten-Billion Marriage Alliance Falls Through? Su Qingxue Coldly Rejects Young Master Yang's Luxury Car Pick-up and Drop-off."

"Yang Ningcong Waits Late at Night, Su Qingxue Fails to Show Up Entirely."

At that time, under those news stories, a bunch of people shipped the wealthy family CP, and some people said that if the Su and Yang families formed an alliance, the Yang Family clearly intended to swallow up the Su Family.

Lin Fan was just an intern back then, holding a disposable paper cup as he walked past the door of the pantry.

Those trending searches were very far from him, but now, the male protagonist of the farce was lying prone in the mud, with his hands and feet tied tightly, tilting his neck back to curse at him.

A Deserted Island is sometimes just that fair.

Once the tsunami washed over, a ten-billion net worth and an intern work badge were both soaked in the exact same mud.

Yang Ningcong didn't know what Lin Fan was thinking.

He simply assumed Lin Fan's self-esteem had been poked by the three words "intern", and he became even more spirited.

"What, no words?"

Yang Ningcong sneered.

"I've seen plenty of low-end beasts of burden like you. As long as you untie the rope for me now, not only will I give you a five-thousand tip, but when we go back, I can also let you squeeze into a luggage compartment."

The more fluently he spoke, the louder his voice became.

"I'm telling you, you little bastard, don't be ungrateful."

"And don't play dead for me; hurry up and release me, then kneel down and apologize to me. I can pretend this matter never happened."

Liu Feifei stood to the side watching this scene, the expression on her face extremely colorful.

She was too familiar with this kind of person.

The entertainment circle was full of this kind of trash everywhere.

Second-generation heirs relying on their dads and moms ordered bottom-layer staff around, feeling that even saying the word "please" would lower their worth.

They always felt that money could solve everything.

They always felt others were a grade lower than them.

But on this island, this kind of person wouldn't survive three days.

No.

If they insisted on talking like that in front of Lin Fan, maybe even three minutes would be a stretch.

Liu Feifei really wanted to remind Yang Ningcong: You are currently lying in the mud, with your hands and feet completely tied, and the person standing opposite you has a crossbow in his hand, a knife at his waist, and he has already killed quite a few people on this island.

What kind of airs are you putting on here?

But she didn't speak up.

Because she suddenly wanted to watch Yang Ningcong continue courting death.

Yang Ningcong clearly didn't disappoint her.

Seeing that Lin Fan still didn't make a sound, his complexion became even uglier, "You, a Shengtang intern, me asking you to do something is looking up to you! Didn't your parents teach you how to talk to superior people, huh?"

"You still dare to tie me up?"

"Do you fucking know who I am? Do you know who my dad is?"

"With one word from my dad, your eighteen generations of ancestors won't even have a place to be buried in the country! Once I get out, I'll investigate your entire family inside out; your dad, your mom, your grandparents, none of you will get off easily!"

"A poor, pathetic thing like you, how dare you point a crossbow at me?"

"Hurry up and untie me!"

"Did you hear me? Are you fucking deaf?"

Liu Feifei couldn't help it anymore. She stepped forward and was just about to speak when Lin Fan stopped her.

Lin Fan looked at Yang Ningcong and asked, "So you're saying, you know a way to go back?"