39: Chapter 39 Look! What's that?!

Wang Qiang did not speak.

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He was only wearing a short-sleeved shirt, and by now he could already feel the chill.

He turned his head to look at Su Qingxue deep inside.

Su Qingxue was also cold.

Her swimsuit simply could not block the wind.

She could only hug her arms, her entire body shrinking into the innermost corner of the rock wall.

"President Su…" Old Li spoke with some trembling, his voice interrupted by the wind, "This weather… it really looks like a heavy rain is coming… Rescue helicopters, in this kind of weather… can they fly?"

As soon as this question came out, there was a deathly silence in the rock crevice.

There was only the howling of the wind.

Can helicopters fly?

Everyone present was a workplace elite; who hadn't seen the news?

In extreme thunderstorm weather, let alone helicopters, even civil aviation passenger planes would have to stay grounded.

Su Qingxue's face instantly turned pale.

But she gritted her teeth, her voice still cold and rigid: "Shengtang's satellite positioning is military-grade. If helicopters can't make it, there are still ships. As long as the positioning is still there, they will definitely come."

She was pacifying her employees, and also hypnotizing herself.

The temperature had dropped to around fifteen degrees.

For modern people accustomed to air-conditioned rooms and wearing only summer clothes, coupled with the howling wind, the perceived temperature was already approaching ten degrees.

Just at this moment, a wave of warmth accompanied by the smoke smell of burning firewood drifted into everyone's nasal cavities.

Everyone turned their heads at the same time.

In the outermost corner of the rock crevice, Chen Jian was sitting there.

As the wind blew, a pile of flames rose in front of him, the orange-red firelight illuminating half of his face and warming the air within a three-meter radius.

Chen Jian reached his hands toward the campfire, turning them to warm himself.

Wang Qiang's eyes went straight.

He instinctively took a step forward, his body's desire for the heat source overwhelming everything else.

Chen Jian did not raise his head.

He just used a wooden stick as thick as a wrist to gently poke the campfire.

"Pop, pop."

Sparks burst open.

"Boom…"

A deafening clap of thunder exploded overhead, and the entire mountain body trembled slightly.

It also made Wang Qiang stop his movements.

Immediately following, bean-sized raindrops smashed down.

It wasn't just raining; the sky had leaked.

The howling wind wrapped in torrential rain instantly swept across the entire island.

The temperature directly plummeted below ten degrees!

Although the rock crevice had a roof and could block the rain falling directly down,

it could not block the water mist blown in by the fierce wind, nor could it block the rapidly dropping severe cold.

The icy water mist rushed onto everyone, and their clothes instantly became damp and cold.

Their body temperature was crazily stripped away.

"Ah~!" Liu Feifei shrieked, shivering all over from the cold.

"President Su! When on earth is the rescue coming!" Zhao Na completely collapsed; she had never seen such a scene in her life.

Su Qingxue did not answer.

Looking at the dark rain curtain outside, she also wasn't sure when the rescue would arrive. Perhaps, just as Lin Fan said, the rescue would not come.

Just when everyone's psychological defense line was about to be broken down,

Liu Feifei, who had been staring at the direction of the sea surface, suddenly stood up.

She rushed desperately to the edge of the rock crevice, pointing at the dark depths of the storm outside, her voice turning sharp out of tune.

"Look! What is that!!"

Everyone abruptly raised their heads, looking along her fingers.

On the pitch-black sea surface,

deep within the raging storm,

a streak of red light lit up.

Everyone crowded at the edge of the rock crevice, staring fixedly at that faint red light on the dark sea surface.

"Is that a ship?"

"Is it the rescue team?"

"It's a ship! It really is a ship!" Wang Qiang suddenly jumped up, pointing at the sea and shouting, "The rescue team! President Su's satellite phone worked! The rescue team has come to pick us up!"

Zhao Na was so excited that she jumped up and down on the spot, grabbing the female colleague next to her and crying and laughing at the same time.

Liu Feifei put her hands together, continuously muttering thanks to the heavens.

People in despair grasped a straw to save their lives, and the atmosphere in the rock crevice was instantly ignited.

The cold seemed to be dispelled by this fanaticism.

Su Qingxue supported herself against the stone wall and stood up. She walked to the very front. The fierce wind blew her hair messy, and rain hit her face, but she was completely oblivious.

Staring at that red light, her spine, which had been taut all day, finally relaxed completely.

She won.

As long as she boarded the helicopter and returned to Jiangcheng, she would still be the high-and-mighty president of Shengtang Group.

Lin Fan, Song Ya, these low-level bugs who dared to defy her on the island, she would make them pay a heavy price.

"Everyone hold on!" Su Qingxue raised her volume, bringing out the momentum of holding a mobilization meeting, "The rescue is right in front of us! Take off bright-colored clothes, wave hard! Shout out loud!"

Everyone responded immediately. Wang Qiang took off his shirt, bare-chested and dancing wildly in the wind and rain.

"Hey~ Over here! We are over here!"

"President Su is here…"

The calls for help from dozens of people converged together.

Chen Jian also stood up and looked outside.

Did the rescue really come?

The red light on the sea surface flickered twice.

Everyone shouted even harder, and Wang Qiang's throat was already hoarse from shouting.

Then.

The red light went out without any warning.

Without any transition, without any sound.

It was just like having its power directly cut off.

The sea surface plunged back into pure darkness.

The calls for help stopped abruptly.

Inside the rock crevice, only the roar of the wind and rain outside remained.

"How… how is it gone?" Zhao Na was stunned, the leaves in her hand dropping to the ground.

Wang Qiang sprawled on the rock, opening his eyes as wide as possible, trying to find a trace of light in the darkness.

There was none, nothing at all.

"Maybe it was blocked by the waves… Right, the waves must be too big!" Wang Qiang comforted himself, turning to look at Su Qingxue, "President Su, don't you think so?"

Su Qingxue bit her lips tightly, staring fixedly at the sea surface without saying a word.

A minute passed, five minutes passed, and ten minutes passed.

The red light never lit up again.

After hope was completely crushed, what followed was a multiplied magnification of despair and severe cold.

The temperature had dropped to single digits, and the fierce wind mixed with icy water mist continuously poured into the rock crevice.

"So cold…" Liu Feifei squatted on the ground, hugging her knees and shivering uncontrollably.

The earlier fanaticism had overdrawn her last bit of physical strength, and now the cold air directly pierced through her thin swimsuit; her lips had already turned cyan-black.

Wang Qiang was bare-chested, his teeth chattering from the cold, making rattling sounds.

He hurriedly put his soaked shirt back on, but this was of no use at all.

Everyone was trembling.

The campfire on Chen Jian's side had become the only heat source in the rock crevice.

The orange-red firelight danced, emitting an alluring temperature.

Wang Qiang turned his head to look at Chen Jian. Chen Jian was holding a tree branch, leisurely poking the charcoal fire.

The firelight illuminated his face warmly.

Wang Qiang swallowed a mouthful of saliva, lifted his stiff legs, and walked toward the campfire.

"Brother Qiang." Chen Jian raised his eyelids, his voice very calm, "Did you forget what I said just now?"

Wang Qiang stopped in his tracks. He looked at the thick wooden stick by Chen Jian's hand, and then looked at the warm campfire.

"Chen Jian, everyone and your wife are colleagues. Do you have to be so ruthless?" Wang Qiang's voice trembled.

Chen Jian laughed. He glanced at Wang Lan, and then said, "I've set the rules: three loud kowtows, one million. If even one thing is missing, you can freeze over there."

...

Halfway up the mountain, the Karst Cave.

Lin Fan leaned and sat beside the campfire, toying with a tactical straight knife in his hand.

The golden prompt box on his retina had just dissipated.

He had also seen the red light on the sea surface just now.

That wasn't any rescue team at all, but rather…