[Cold tyrant + workplace contrast + Chinese weirdness + never the Virgin]
All members of the top media giant "Jiutian Media" crashed and were stranded on a strange desert island.
The wind is blowing here, the beach is crawling with green-haired water ghosts, and there are thousand-year-old zombies hidden in the dense forest.
The law has failed, civilization has collapsed, and the wealth and power we once had are no more than a piece of rotten meat in the face of bloodthirsty evil spirits!
Shen Muqing, the aloof female CEO of Jiutian Media, usually wears a black stocking uniform and covers the sky with one hand, but now she is huddled behind a rock, shivering because of hunger and fear.
She looked at the low-level network administrator who was wiping the bone blade, trying to show her former dignity:
"Cao Gen, as long as you escort me back, I will give you 10 million and let you be the vice president..."
Without even raising her head, Cao Gen tore up the guild contract she was proud of and threw it into the fire:
"Mr. Shen, you haven't figured out the situation yet."
"Here, you are not a CEO, you are just a loser who can't even find water."
"Want to eat? Okay. Put on this set of animal skin armor and go to the dense forest to lure the mandrill out."
That day, offense and defense changed.
The cold-blooded CEO became a porter, a sister with millions of fans became a night watchman, and a pure-hearted beauty knelt on the beach just for a mouthful of fresh water.
Cao Gen held the [God-level Dragon-Seeking Compass] in his hand, stepped on the evil dragon from another world, and looked coldly at the group of workplace goddesses who were waiting for food:
"In my territory, if you don't work, you won't have food to eat."
"Mr. Shen, do you want this compressed biscuit? Go wash my feet first."
