After the Titanic incident.
It is a hard rule that the ship must carry a rescue boat that can be used by all passengers + crew.
I am not worried that there are not enough boats, but I am worried that the land is also dangerous.
On the radio, navigator Zhou Mingzhen announced: The Ocean Joy has run out of fuel and lost power, and everyone will land on the island tomorrow.
There was only enough water for one day and only enough food for two days.
All the bad news was told to all passengers and crew, and ten volunteers were needed, with crew members given priority.
Finally, passengers are reminded not to go to the deck, stay in the cabin and keep quiet.
After listening to the broadcast, Zhang Jing praised, "This navigator named Zhou Mingzhen is very suitable for this special situation."
"It turns out that the captain thinks about the tourists, which is good," Yang Wei chatted, "but if he blindly agrees to all the tourists' requests, the result will be very bad."
Zhang Jingtou said that there is no absolute freedom in life.
"Do you want to go to the island as a volunteer?" Yang Wei asked.
"No," Zhang Jing shook his head. Just because he has a golden finger, it doesn't mean he won't die. "I have a good rest here."
Looking at Zhang Jing's handsome face and the looming abdominal muscles under his thin T-shirt, Yang Wei said without thinking, "Close your eyes. I'm going to wipe my body with the water I saved."
"...."
Guessing that Yang Wei's thoughts were impure, Zhang Jing stood up from the floor and left the cabin. 33
Never give the other party a chance to take advantage of you.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he went out, he was seen by the crew members who were picking up volunteers on each floor.
Thinking that Zhang Jing wanted to be a volunteer, the crew member expressed his gratitude and said, "Thank you for your bravery. Please follow me to the left deck to gather."
Zhang Jing was speechless. If he had known this, he might as well have followed Yang Wei just now.
Ten volunteers, eight men and two women, eight yellow and two white, gathered in the middle of the left deck.
The short-haired woman Zhang Jing had seen before quickly walked over and introduced herself, "I am Zhou Mingzhen, the navigator on the ship. Thank you for your contribution to the collective."
While talking, Zhou Mingzhen distributed plastic bags one by one to Zhang Jing and the others.
Inside is about 250 grams of bread and a bottle of water.
Some people were hungry or thirsty and ate or drank the food on the spot.
"Are there any weapons?" Zhang Jing asked Zhou Mingzhen.
"have."
While talking, Zhou Mingzhen looked back and saw that a crew member had brought a fire ax, a crowbar, a wrench, a steel drill, and a baseball bat.
Each holds a weapon.
What Zhang Jing took was a steel drill, about 1.2 meters long, with a pointed end, and weighed about fifteen or six kilograms.
After eating well and drinking well, and armed with weapons, ten people boarded two boats and were gently lowered into the water.
Watching the sunset, Zhang Jing waved his plastic paddle and rowed towards the land.
....
Move forward one day to the other side of the world.
Ding Jiaqi is trying her best to convince the hairdresser, Milika Howerson.
She is the major shareholder behind the famous Sungeiw Group, which not only owns casinos and hotels across the country, but also has casinos and high-end hotels in Temasek and Omen.
"Ms. Milika Howlson," Ding Jiaqi asked patiently, "What is the grudge between us?"
"No grudges," said 76-year-old Milika Howson, who spoke with a loud voice, waving her hands. "I don't have any grudges with you."
"In that case, let's talk about the deal directly," Ding Jiaqi introduced, looking at Milika Howson, who was 1.6 meters tall and of medium build. "We are on the north shore of Victoria Bay in Xiangjiang;
Through a bank, a real estate project in a prime location was acquired, suitable for the construction of a high-end hotel. "
"I know what you are talking about," Milika Howlson said lightly, "a real estate developer project in country D;
Due to poor capital turnover, this high-quality project was taken away by the bank. I didn't expect it to be bought by you. "
"So, you should know how rare it is," Ding Jiaqi said in a seductive tone, "We can sell it to Jinhe Group at cost price, as long as you are willing to help Mr. Zhang Jing buy the MAT graphics card manufacturer."
"This is impossible," Milika Howlson said firmly. "Compared with profits, I would rather see you suffer."
Ding Jiaqi took a deep breath, resisted the urge to beat the other person to death, and asked again and again: "What's the reason?"
Milika Howson asked Ding Jiaqi angrily, "Do you really not know what you have done?"
"Because of you," Milica Howlson shouted angrily as she explained the reason, "my sister's granddaughter has been struggling to find creative inspiration in the wilderness;
She is 27 years old this year, what a wonderful age, but she has been a widow because of you! I have been living a pure and indifferent life! "
"???"
Ding Jiaqi's black hair asked, "What do you mean?"
"Oh my god," Milika Howlson put her hand to cover her head, "Silk has suffered so much in the past few years, and you don't even know her name!!!"
"...."
"I really don't know about this matter." Ding Jiaqi had already guessed that Zhang Jing and Silk had a close relationship.
But not together, otherwise Milica Howlson wouldn't be so angry.
Now that she is fine and knowing the cause of the conflict, Ding Jiaqi said frankly, "I want to meet Miss Silk in person to resolve the conflict."
"It can't be resolved!" Milika Howlson waved her hands vigorously, "In the past few years, poor Silk has only been loved by Zhang Jingshen, and no one can enter her heart;
Unless you leave Zhang Jing, I will help him buy mat graphics card manufacturer for free. "
"Ms. Milika Howlson," Ding Jiaqi requested again, "I want to meet Miss Silk. Please give me her number."
"Zhang Jing has her contact information," Milika Howlson said angrily, "even though they have never contacted each other."
"My boyfriend is in the Pacific looking for the missing 'Joy of the Seas', and he can't be contacted by phone."
Milika Howlson took out her cell phone angrily and said with full malice, "Sooner or later you will lose Zhang Jing, he belongs to Silk!"
Ding Jiaqi wanted to beat the old lady, but she had to rely on her to deal with the conservative officials of the Xiang faction.
Traveling on private jets, entering and leaving Michelin restaurants, and always surrounded by bodyguards and assistants, Ding Jiaqi does not have absolute freedom.
After leaving the manor and getting into the car, Ding Jiaqi called Silke.
Silke is seeking inspiration for music creation through asceticism in the wilderness of the reservation 150 kilometers north of the Grand Canyon.
For safety, she has a satellite phone.
"Hello," Silk greeted and asked, "Who are you?"
"Hello Miss Silke, my name is Ding Jiaqi, can we meet?"
Living in the wilderness of the plateau, with three-dimensional facial features and a collarbone that could support fish, Silke was slightly startled as he looked gray and dressed in national costume.
Although they have never met, they know that Ding Jiaqi is Zhang Jing's real girlfriend.
After two seconds of reaction, Silke agreed, "I am one hundred and fifty kilometers north of the Grand Canyon of Colorado. Where are you?"
"I just came out of Ms. Milica Howson's home in Las Vegas."
"We'll meet at the Hoover Dam in five hours," Silk asked anxiously, "How about it?"
Ding Jiaqi agreed.
She couldn't wait to know what kind of earth-shattering love story there was between her brother Zhang and Silk.
Some people died, but not completely...
