232: Chapter 232 There's nothing in this world that money can't solve.

Before they even got close, they heard the crackling of the bonfire.

Inside the crevice, Wang Laoliu sat by the bonfire, with several sharpened wooden sticks stuck in front of him.

Something was skewered on the wooden sticks—a skinned snake.

A few centipedes, as well as a few dark brown beetles.

The flames licked at the snake meat, grease dripping down and making a faint sizzling sound as it fell into the charcoal fire.

The centipedes were curled up from being roasted, their shells glowing a dark red.

The moment a few women poked their heads out to take a look, their complexions changed.

"Ah!"

"What is this stuff?!"

"Centipedes?!"

They had thought it was some kind of roasted chicken wings just a moment ago.

Turns out it was a Deserted Island insect platter.

Wang Laoliu ignored them.

He picked up the snake meat, blew on it, and took a bite directly.

There wasn't much meat.

But it could supplement protein.

Yang Ningcong looked at him, his face full of disgust.

"Laoliu, you fucking hiding here to eat this?"

Wang Laoliu raised his head.

"It's edible."

"Nonsense, I know it's edible." Yang Ningcong pointed at the two centipedes, "But is this something humans eat?"

Wang Laoliu swallowed the snake meat in his mouth.

"Here, whatever is edible is what humans eat."

This single sentence choked Yang Ningcong up.

Several women stood behind him, showing disgust while staring at the snake meat.

Being hungry was one thing, being nauseated was another.

When the two fought, nausea usually won for ten minutes.

After ten minutes, it was hard to say.

Anan said softly, "Young Master Yang, I'm hungry..."

This sentence was like opening a floodgate.

Linna also spoke in a low voice, "I'm hungry too, I haven't eaten anything since last night."

Xiao Chuan rubbed her belly, her eyes turning a bit red.

"Young Master Yang, I have a stomach problem."

Yang Ningcong originally wanted to curse.

But he was also hungry, so hungry his chest stuck to his back.

He looked at Wang Laoliu, his tone softening a bit.

"Is there anything more normal to eat?"

Wang Laoliu poked the fire with a wooden stick.

"No."

At this time, the remaining bodyguard walked over.

Yang Ningcong pointed toward the edge of the jungle.

"You go find something to eat."

Acheng was stunned for a moment, "Me?"

"Nonsense, or should I go?"

Yang Ningcong frowned, "Find wild fruits, coconuts, bird eggs, anything is fine. No snakes, no insects, none of these disgusting-looking things."

Yang Ningcong patted Acheng's shoulder.

"After we go back, I'll give you a bonus of twenty thousand."

Acheng's eyelids twitched.

Twenty thousand wasn't a small amount.

But to go into the Deserted Island forest to find food for twenty thousand, to be honest, was a bit of a loss; no one knew what was inside the woods.

Risking one's life in exchange for two months' salary wasn't quite worth it.

But he didn't dare to refuse Yang Ningcong, "Young Master Yang, there should still be some leftovers on the beach, I'll go rummage for some..."

"I don't eat garbage."

"I told you to go find some wild fruits, your ears aren't broken, are they?"

"Young Master Yang, I..."

"I'll give you fifty thousand after we go back." Yang Ningcong interrupted him.

In Yang Ningcong's mind, he knew that there was nothing in this world that money couldn't solve; if anything couldn't be solved, it only meant that the money wasn't enough.

Fifty thousand.

This was different.

Acheng's gaze flickered.

But he still didn't agree immediately.

"Young Master Yang, it's not a matter of money, mainly because this place..."

"One hundred thousand."

Yang Ningcong added more.

The eyes of the few women all lit up.

For them, one hundred thousand wasn't an astronomical figure.

But in a place like this, one hundred thousand in exchange for a few wild fruits sounded very reasonable.

Acheng's Adam's apple bobbed.

He provided security for the Yang Family, and his basic monthly salary was only tens of thousands.

This trip out to sea was originally an easy job.

Standing guard, following the boat, and collecting allowances upon return.

Who would have known a tsunami would toss everyone into this ghost place.

Now Yang Ningcong offered one hundred thousand.

When rescue arrived, this money would be almost like picking it up for free.

But he still wanted to test Yang Ningcong's bottom line; after all, such an easy money-making opportunity didn't come often.

"Young Master Yang, the situation in the woods is unknown. If I go in alone and encounter danger..."

"Three hundred thousand."

Yang Ningcong stared at him.

"Find more, and get enough for the several of them as well."

Acheng's heartbeat sped up.

Three hundred thousand.

Three hundred thousand was about a year's salary for him.

The women also gathered around.

"Brother Cheng, won't you just help us out."

"We're really starving."

"If you find it, I'll treat you to dinner when we get back."

"I'll introduce some sisters to you."

Listening to these words, Acheng's little bit of vigilance was squeezed away little by little.

He wasn't Wang Laoliu.

He didn't have that much battlefield experience.

He only knew that before rescue arrived, going to the edge of the woods to find some fruits would net him three hundred thousand.

This was too tempting.

He took this job.

Furthermore, he was a bodyguard who had obtained a security license, practiced combat, and learned basic wilderness operations.

Although he was far inferior to Wang Laoliu, dealing with a few wild monkeys or wild boars shouldn't be a big problem.

He picked up a thick steel pipe from beside the crevice and glanced back at Yang Ningcong.

"Young Master Yang, you have to keep your word."

"Nonsense."

Yang Ningcong looked impatient, "Do I, Yang Ningcong, lack this three hundred thousand from you? If you can really bring back something decent to eat, I'll add another one hundred thousand for you."

The eyes of the women all lit up.

Acheng was also overjoyed, "Thank you Young Master Yang, thank you Young Master Yang."

Wang Laoliu sat by the bonfire, continuing to gnaw on the roasted snake.

He chewed a few times, his peripheral vision falling on Acheng.

"Don't go in."

Wang Laoliu suddenly spoke, and Acheng's footsteps paused.

Yang Ningcong frowned, "What do you mean?"

Wang Laoliu didn't look at him, "Something's not right."

"What's not right?"

Yang Ningcong grew impatient.

"Didn't you also go in just now? You can go, but he can't?"

Wang Laoliu swallowed the last bit of snake meat.

"I just felt something was abnormal, which is why I retreated."

"If he goes in now, he's just courting death."

As soon as these words came out, Acheng couldn't save face.

He was originally a bit scared.

But after being said like that by Wang Laoliu, it instead stirred up a fire of anger.

They were both bodyguards.

On what grounds do you say that if I go in I'm courting death?

Yang Ningcong also let out a laugh.

"Laoliu, don't scare people to death."

"Although this damn island is weird, it's not to the point where you die after taking two steps."

Wang Laoliu raised his eyes to look at him.

"If you don't want to lose a man, tell him not to go."

Yang Ningcong felt a bit guilty inside under that gaze.

But several women were right beside them.

He had just picked back up the pride of a young master a moment ago.

Now, with a single sentence from Wang Laoliu, he was supposed to take back his order—where would he put his face?

"Laoliu."

Yang Ningcong's tone grew a bit heavier.

"I know you're professional."

"But don't go around cursing people at every turn."

"We have nothing to eat right now. If he doesn't go look, are you going to?"