34: Chapter 34 There are still smart people

"I am going to look for a shelter."

Chen Jian's tone was unusually firm.

"What shelter are you looking for?"

Wang Lan's voice pitched up a full octave. "President Su asked you to go to the western Mangrove Forest to find water. Are your ears just for decoration?"

Chen Jian frowned, "What do you know? Take a look at that sky..."

"I am not looking at the sky!"

Wang Lan stepped forward, her finger almost poking the tip of Chen Jian's nose.

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"You are like this every time! Acting on your own authority! You had this exact attitude at that lousy company; you drew blueprints for eight years and couldn't even land a project manager position! Now that we are in this ghost place, you are still being stubborn?"

The few people watching the spectacle moved their gazes back and forth like watching a game of pool.

Chen Jian took a step back, his speaking speed quickening.

"You want me to be obedient? Fine, I have listened to you for a day and a half. I listened to you, I listened to Su Qingxue, I listened to Wang Qiang."

"And what was the result?"

"Five people died."

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding air seemed to be sucked out by a notch.

Wang Lan's mouth opened, but she couldn't respond.

"If I cannot find a place to cover our heads tonight, tomorrow the ones who die will be you and me!"

Chen Jian abruptly raised his hand, pointing his finger toward the western skyline.

The clouds over there had lowered by another notch compared to an hour ago. "Take a look at that sky! Look at it!"

"Wang Lan, if things were not at a dead end, I would write you a divorce agreement right now."

"If you still want to stay together, don't interfere with me."

These words dropped down, causing an even sharper intake of breath than Lin Fan cutting off his finger.

Everyone present collectively fell silent.

When a husband and wife say the four words "divorce agreement", it is like a real knife.

Wang Lan's lips trembled slightly.

She didn't speak again.

She turned her head, ran two steps toward the crowd, then stopped and looked back at Chen Jian.

Her eye sockets turned red.

"Go if you want to! Don't blame me for not stopping you if something happens!"

"I don't need you to stop me."

Chen Jian turned around and strode toward the hillside.

This time, he didn't stop.

Wang Lan wiped the corners of her eyes randomly with the back of her hand.

Two young girls from the Administrative Department hurried over and reached out to pat her back.

"Sister Lan, don't dwell on it... When men get stubborn, ten donkeys can't pull them back."

"Exactly, exactly. Once he hits a wall, he will come back by himself."

Wang Lan shook her head and didn't utter a sound.

She stood for a few seconds, her eye rims still red, and the sides of her nose slightly damp.

Then she turned around and walked toward Su Qingxue's direction.

Her pace was neither fast nor slow, just the right rhythm.

It wasn't the pace of someone acting out of spite, nor was it an eager pace.

It was the proper pace for a woman who had just finished arguing, felt aggrieved, and needed backing up.

Su Qingxue leaned against the side of the largest reef, her arms crossed in front of her chest.

She watched the marital tearing-into-each-other from beginning to end, not missing a single word.

"President Su."

Wang Lan walked up to her, her voice returning to normal volume, or even half a notch lower than normal.

It carried the hoarseness of someone who had her face publicly refuted by her husband and was stubbornly holding it together without collapsing.

"I am sorry... Chen Jian has a stubborn temper, I couldn't stop him..."

Su Qingxue glanced at her and didn't reply immediately.

She understood Wang Lan's meaning, which was nothing more than telling her that she, Wang Lan, and she, Su Qingxue, were on the same front.

Wang Lan lowered her head, her ten fingers intertwined, and continued, "However, President Su... that matter about the shelter he mentioned... I think it is not completely unreasonable either."

Su Qingxue's eyebrows raised slightly.

Wang Lan didn't raise her head and continued.

"Look at the sun."

She raised her hand and pointed toward the top of her head.

The sunlight was indeed changing.

In the morning, it still carried the coolness of the sea breeze, but by now it was beginning to pour hot oil onto people.

The temperature on the surface of the beach visibly surged upward, and when shoe soles stepped on the sand, one could feel a layer of scorching heat drilling through the rubber into the center of the feet.

"The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and everyone is already lacking water. Standing and baking hard under the sun like this, heatstroke is only a matter of time."

"If we can really find a shady place on the mountain, it would be good to go and hide from the sun later."

She paused for a moment.

"Let Chen Jian give it a try. If he finds it, you can also escape the summer heat."

Su Qingxue was silent for a few seconds.

Every word Wang Lan spoke was very soft. Su Qingxue had been rolling in the business world for seven years, and her ears were extremely sensitive to information density.

Wang Lan didn't mention a single word about rescue.

She didn't question any decision.

She only stated a fact that no one could refute: the sun was too harsh.

That showed that she, Wang Lan, had always trusted her as the president.

"Let him go." Su Qingxue finally relented.

"Wang Lan."

"Hmm?"

"Rest assured."

"The only ones who will not be able to board the plane are Song Ya and Lin Fan. Chen Jian is your husband, and for your sake, I will not give up on him."

She paused for half a beat.

"After we go back, have him come to work at Shengtang. The monthly salary will be double what he got at his original company."

"Thank you, President Su."

Wang Lan bent over, bowed, and retreated.

Turning around, she walked toward the few female employees cleaning up the camp, bent down, and began helping to move debris.

...

Chen Jian climbed up along the loose rock slope for about five minutes.

He didn't take Lin Fan's route.

He didn't want to provoke that madman, and even less could he let Su Qingxue think he was defecting.

If he wanted to go back, he ultimately had to rely on Su Qingxue.

The reason he looked for a shelter was simply because of the most straightforward judgment: today, they couldn't go back.

Chen Jian chose the southeast direction.

The terrain was much steeper than the west side, with gravel paved all over the ground. When his feet stepped on it, it made a rattling sound, and every step slipped downward by half a step.

Three minutes later,

Behind a patch of bushes, he saw a place that was barely decent.

It wasn't a Karst Cave.

To be exact, it was a rock fissure.

The fissure roughly ran north-south, looking like a cut split open on the entire rock wall by some force.

It wasn't very deep, but it was very long.

It couldn't compare to the Karst Cave that Lin Fan occupied, but it was a hundred thousand miles better than the beach.

At least there was something blocking overhead, and only the front was ventilated; at least it could block the rain while not being too cold.

At this moment, Chen Jian heard that the beach had already erupted...