4: Chapter 4 Do you really think we can go back?

"What are they arguing about over there? How is the material collection going?"

Wang Qiang's ferocious face instantly switched to a fawning smile.

He glared at Lin Fan and cursed in a lowered voice, "Just wait! Once we get back to the company, I'll deal with you slowly! By then, I won't even give you a chance to wash dishes at a broken restaurant!"

"Right, blacklist him across the entire industry." The people nearby chimed in.

Holding the red wine, Wang Qiang scurried over to Su Qingxue, "President Su! Look what I found! This is none other than Romanée-Conti, just right to calm your nerves!"

Looking at Wang Qiang's pug-like back, Lin Fan sneered.

To calm her nerves?

Drink up, drink more.

Die even faster.

Carrying the heavy box of mineral water, Lin Fan locked his eyes on the towering barren mountain behind the beach.

In his field of vision, a pale golden prompt box was floating behind a bush halfway up the mountain.

[Hidden Rock Karst Cave: Depth of about 8 meters, natural wind shelter. Although the entrance is blocked by vines, the interior is dry and ventilated. High safety factor.]

The weather at sea is just like a woman's face, changing at the drop of a hat.

Looking at the scorching sun right now, it might pour with heavy rain the next second.

"Hoo..."

Lin Fan let out a foul breath, adjusted the position of the luncheon meat in his arms, and strode towards the pile of rubble.

Passing by Su Qingxue's so-called "temporary camp", buzzing sounds of mockery closed in on him.

"Yo, is this intern playing the Foolish Old Man Removes the Mountains in this scorching heat?"

Sitting cross-legged on a reef with the priceless bottle of Romanée-Conti swaying in his hand, Wang Qiang wore an expression of looking at an idiot, "Why are you moving that pile of junk up the mountain? Is that a place of good feng shui, preparing to build a grave for yourself?"

Several nearby male colleagues were busy piling up collected designer bags and watches into a small mountain, and burst into laughter upon hearing this.

"Brother Qiang, that's what you call having vision! What if the helicopter lands on the top of the mountain? He sends the water up first, and when the rescue team arrives, he might get rewarded with a first-class seat by kowtowing to them."

"Hahahaha, truly a born servant's destiny, can't forget to serve people no matter where he goes."

Zhao Na was touching up her makeup in front of a broken half-mirror picked up from somewhere.

Even though her face was bruised black and blue, she still tried hard to maintain the airs of a socialite.

She glanced at Lin Fan's sweat-soaked appearance and pinched her nose in disgust, "A body stinking of sweat, stay away! Don't stink up the Hermès bags we're taking back. We couldn't afford to compensate even if we sold you."

Lin Fan didn't stop his pace, not even sparing her a glance.

What's the point of bickering with a group of dead people?

With a cold face, he bypassed the crowd and climbed unsteadily up the rubble pile.

Just then, a flurry of hurried and panicked footsteps suddenly came from behind, accompanied by that unique fragrance.

"Lin Fan! Wait! Wait a moment!"

Lin Fan stopped in his tracks and turned back.

The scene that met his eyes made his breath hitch slightly.

Running over was Song Ya, an intern who entered the company in the same batch as him, and also recognized as the pinnacle of pure allure in the Sales Department.

At this moment, she looked disheveled yet alluring.

The hem of her professional skirt suit was torn open, just exposing the snowy and delicate skin on the outer side of her thighs, and her knees also bore some slightly swollen abrasions, making people want to pity her at first sight.

Because she ran too eagerly, her already fitted white shirt suffered as well; the tightest button on her chest popped right off, completely unable to contain the plumpness bulging out.

Along with her heavy panting, that breathtaking curve rose and fell, as if it would burst the fabric at any moment.

Sweat trickled down her delicate collarbones into that bottomless cleavage, gleaming with a lustrous sheen under the sunlight.

Song Ya.

In that bone-eating Sales Department, she was the only girl who would secretly slip milk tea to Lin Fan when he worked overtime, and block bullets for Lin Fan when Wang Qiang cursed.

She was also the only anomaly among this group of cold elites.

"Something is the matter?"

Lin Fan's tone softened slightly, his gaze politely avoiding the dazzling whiteness on her chest, but his body remained tense.

Song Ya ran up to Lin Fan, supporting her knees with both hands, panting heavily, that pair of massive breasts trembling even more with her movements.

She glanced at Wang Qiang and the others not far away who were still mocking this side, lowering her voice with red-rimmed eyes:

"Lin Fan, you... stop moving things. President Su said that the rescue team will definitely come. If you waste your effort like this, they're all treating you like a monkey show."

There was a clear-eyed foolishness in Song Ya's eyes, along with undisguised heartache.

In her cognition, Lin Fan must have been scared silly to make such abnormal actions.

"Whether they laugh or not has nothing to do with whether I can survive or not."

Lin Fan's eyes swept across her sun-reddened cheeks, "Don't be too optimistic either. If the helicopter doesn't come tonight, remember to find a wind-sheltered place to hide, and don't get too close to those fools."

Song Ya was stunned for a moment, seemingly not expecting that Lin Fan, who was usually submissive, would say such tough words.

She bit her lips and suddenly reached out that small hand that had been clenched tightly all along.

Her palm opened flat.

An exquisitely peerless women's wristwatch lay quietly in the palm of her hand, its dial inlaid with broken diamonds.

Patek Philippe Twenty~4 collection.

"Give this to you."

Song Ya shoved the watch into Lin Fan's hand without giving him a choice, her fingertips brushing against Lin Fan's palm, carrying a trace of scorching temperature.

Lin Fan frowned: "What are you giving this to me for?"

"Are you stupid!"

Song Ya was anxious, her body leaning slightly forward, that faint fragrance drilling straight into Lin Fan's nostrils, "When we go back this time, our company will definitely undergo a major purge, and that bastard Wang Qiang will definitely find trouble for you."

She paused, raised her head, her watery, big eyes full of sincerity and a trace of undisguisable affection:

"This watch is worth at least 300,000! Hide it well, take it back and sell it secretly, change to a new city and start over... Don't suffer grievances in Shengtang anymore, I don't want to see you being bullied."

So that was how it was.

She was afraid he would be killed by Wang Qiang when he went back, and wanted to give him some escape money.

At this juncture of life and death, this watch was the greatest kindness she could think of towards Lin Fan, and also the most obscure confession within her maiden heart.

Lin Fan looked at the watch in Song Ya's hand.

The golden prompt box popped up ruthlessly once again.

[Patek Philippe Twenty~4 Series: Stainless steel with inlaid diamonds, quartz movement. Current environmental value: 0. Inedible, unable to provide warmth, unable to defend oneself. Aside from increasing load and consuming calories, it is almost completely useless. Hardness is passable, perhaps usable for concentrating light with the lens.]

300,000?

In civilized society, it is wealth, status, and a class entry ticket that countless people kowtow to.

But here, it's just a slightly harder piece of scrap metal, not even as practical as a pack of melon seeds.

Lin Fan sighed inwardly.

Song Ya was a good woman, and even an alluring beauty.

But in this kind of environment, such good people usually died the fastest, because what was packed in their brains were still the rules of civilized society.

He had to let her know that this place was cruel and devoid of humanity.

But with this girl's temperament, relying just on a mouth, she definitely wouldn't believe it.

Only when she experienced evil would she perhaps know that kindness was the most useless thing here.

"Song Ya."

Lin Fan did not take the watch, but looked seriously into her eyes, "Do you think we can really go back?"

Song Ya was slightly startled, the rise and fall of her chest halting slightly: "President Su said..."

"Su Qingxue is a human, not a god."

Lin Fan coldly interrupted, "Wake up."

After speaking, he suddenly reached out and grabbed that priceless Patek Philippe.

Song Ya's face showed joy, thinking that Lin Fan had finally listened, and the corners of her mouth were just about to curve upward.

The next second.