58: Chapter 58 Learning how the emperor chooses his concubines?

Utter silence.

Wooden boards, stones, canvas.

They weren't meant to block the wind at the cave entrance at all.

Lin Fan was going to use the blood and sweat of these men to personally build a private, enclosed harem for himself deep inside this absolutely safe Karst Cave!

Zhang Tao turned his head to look at Zhao Na and Lily.

Zhao Na did not refute.

Even when she heard the words "entertainment", her eyes lit up, because that was hope.

Lily lowered her head, her cheeks blushing red, and her fingers twisting the tattered hem of her clothes.

The little girl from the Administrative Department bit her lip, looking at Lin Fan with complicated eyes.

Not a single person stood up to denounce Lin Fan's rogue behavior.

Not a single person felt that there was anything wrong with this.

On this isolated Deserted Island.

Lin Fan controlled the water, controlled the food, and controlled the fire.

And he also had an iron shovel and a dagger.

For him to want a few women to sleep with him was even more taken for granted than eating and drinking water.

By what right!

Zhang Tao clenched his fists tightly.

Back at the company, he, Zhang Tao, was a full-time employee with a base salary of 12,000 a month.

Lin Fan was just an intern earning 3,000 yuan!

A sales champion of Zhao Na's level usually wouldn't even deign to give Lin Fan a sideways glance.

Young and pretty girls like Lily revolved around those department managers every day.

Even though he, Zhang Tao, couldn't get a taste of these swans either, at least he and Lin Fan were in the same social class.

Everyone was just bottom-tier working cattle.

But now.

He, Zhang Tao, was as tired as a dog, his shoulders chafed raw, his throat smoking, and he could only exchange it for half a piece of compressed biscuit.

And Lin Fan.

Was sitting here eating beef and drinking hot soup.

Tonight, he was even going to go into that partition built with their blood and sweat to enjoy the service of these women who were usually high and mighty!

"Brother Fan." Xiao Zhou swallowed a mouthful of saliva, pointing at the pile of random rocks piled up to half a person's height, "We understand that the wooden boards and canvas are used to make partitions, but these stones... what are they picked up for?"

Zhang Tao also pricked up his ears. Moving wooden boards to build a wind-blocking harem for Lin Fan was already an extreme humiliation.

Moving these useless stones was completely draining the last trace of their physical strength, leaving them with no strength to resist.

Lin Fan had calculated exceptionally well; he really had underestimated him before.

"In a few days, you'll know." Lin Fan spoke up.

Zhang Tao and Xiao Zhou looked at each other, and no one dared to ask again. Within this boundary, Lin Fan's words were imperial edicts.

Lin Fan took out a plastic bag containing opened compressed biscuits, "Mission complete, these are your rations."

Lin Fan threw the things onto the ground: twelve people, six compressed biscuits, six bottles of water.

Giving them six extra bottles of water on the first day was necessary to let them taste a bit of sweetness.

Seeing the food and water, the crowd was even more excited than a tied-up big yellow dog in the countryside seeing a bone. In no time at all, the food and water were completely swept clean by them.

"After eating, stand up the wooden boards and hang the canvas. I want to see the partition before dark."

Zhang Tao wiped the biscuit crumbs from the corner of his mouth and climbed up from the ground.

Half a biscuit couldn't fill him up at all, but with something in his stomach, his body finally recovered a trace of strength.

He and Xiao Zhou's group lifted the heavy antiseptic wooden boards and, according to the position instructed by Lin Fan, enclosed an independent space of about ten square meters in the deepest and driest area of the Karst Cave.

The canvas was pressed firmly against the top of the wooden boards by stones and hung down, forming an excellent visual barrier.

Inside, it was covered with the soft blanket Lin Fan had picked up the day before yesterday, and there were even two cushions brought down from the cruise ship.

An absolutely private and warm privileged territory was built amidst the blood and sweat of the men.

Looking at the partition, Zhao Na ignored the mud on her body, walked in front of Lin Fan, and deliberately lowered her voice, "Brother Fan, the partition is done. Does the inside need cleaning? Let me go in and make the bed for you."

Seeing this, Lily cursed a vixen under her breath and quickly stepped forward as well: "Brother Fan, I am deft with my hands. I'll help you organize your supplies."

Zhang Tao retreated to the working cattle rest area designated by Lin Fan.

He stared fixedly at that piece of canvas.

That was built by him and Xiao Zhou's group, carrying hundreds of pounds of wooden boards, climbing up step by step from the bottom of the slope, with their blood and sweat.

And the result?

They could only sit on this cold, gravelly ground, gnawing on that half of a hard compressed biscuit.

And Lin Fan was about to bring those female colleagues who usually wouldn't even deign to give them a sideways glance inside to enjoy warm bedding and soft bodies.

Zhang Tao's back teeth clicked and ground together.

"Brother Tao." Xiao Zhou leaned over, his voice lowered extremely low, his lips turned cyan from the cold, "Stop looking. Even if you keep looking, it won't be our turn."

"At least tonight, it won't be as cold as last night."

Zhang Tao didn't speak, just buried his head in the crook of his arm, his eyes full of grievance and frustration.

Lin Fan turned around and walked back to the campfire.

He sat on a flat piece of rock and pulled out a few relatively wide wooden pieces from the dry firewood pile beside him.

"Clang."

The tactical straight knife was unsheathed.

Holding the knife, Lin Fan began to whittle the wood pieces.

The Karst Cave was extremely quiet, and no one dared to speak. Over a dozen pairs of eyes were all focused on the knife in Lin Fan's hand.

The sharp blade scraped across the surface of the wood, and soon, a few wooden pieces were whittled into rectangular wooden tablets.

Zhao Na knelt not far away, staring at Lin Fan without blinking an eye.

She tidied the hair scattered in front of her forehead and deliberately pulled down the neckline of her already tattered undergarment.

She couldn't figure out what Lin Fan was doing, but she knew that now was the time to show her value.

"Brother Fan." Zhao Na squeezed her throat, her voice sweet and cloying, "Why are you whittling these pieces of wood? Dry firewood is enough to start a fire. Don't tire your hands out. For any heavy labor, just order those few men to do it."

As soon as these words came out, the gazes of the few men wanted to tear Zhao Na into pieces.

But constrained by Lin Fan, they didn't dare to say anything either.

Lin Fan ignored her.

Finishing the last wooden tablet, Lin Fan inserted the tactical straight knife back into the scabbard on the side of his leg.

Then, he picked up a semi-burnt black carbon stick from the edge of the campfire.

He picked up the first wooden tablet and wrote two characters on it with the carbon stick.

Lily.

Lily was stunned.

She widened her eyes, looking at the wooden tablet with her name written on it, her breathing instantly speeding up.

Without pausing, Lin Fan picked up the second wooden tablet and continued writing.

Xiao Qin.

This was the name of the little girl from the Administrative Department.

Then came the third and fourth ones.

The names of four women were clearly written on four wooden tablets.

Pinching these four wooden tablets, Lin Fan casually threw them onto the flat stone in front of him. The wooden tablets collided, producing a crisp sound.

"Every night, I will draw one from these tablets."

Lin Fan pointed at the wooden tablets on the stone.

"Whose name is drawn goes into the partition."

"As for the woman who attends the bed every day, I will reward her with food based on my mood."

Utter silence.

Sitting at the wind gap, Zhang Tao widened his eyes like copper bells, staring fixedly at the four wooden tablets on the stone.

Flipping tablets?

He almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

This fucking really treated this place like a harem!

Imitating the emperor flipping tablets?