People who read gossip tabloids are not only ordinary citizens in the streets and alleys but also those who are temporarily unable to access top-level information.
This group of people is very broadly defined, including both the middle class who have already invested in property and the upper class struggling to climb up but have yet to reach a core position.
All parties are desperately inquiring about the news, but even with all their means, they only know this matter is related to a mainland youth, without any other clues.
However, everyone understands one thing.
Although they don't know who this mainland person is, as long as there is a mainland label, they simply regard all mainland people as suspects.
For a time, mainland tourists still vacationing in Xiang Island suddenly found the environment around them had changed.
The service industry in Xiang Island has always looked down on mainland tourists. Even though they spend money lavishly, supporting the locals with great amounts, they receive nothing but disdain and even outright scorn in return.
Meanwhile, those speaking other languages, even if they only order a glass of water without leaving a tip, are treated with sycophantic smiles.
This is a deliberate act from top to bottom.
Hoping to change this through a couple of rules is futile, but when personal interests are at stake, even the most stubborn old bones will instantly behave.
Warned collectively by these middle and upper class, settings of fines in restaurants and various industries were applied.
For a moment, mainland tourists found it a bit unbearable.
These service industry practitioners suddenly became very enthusiastic, not only speaking softly and gently but also offering small gifts.
Even when buying a regular milk tea, they would receive an extra little gift.
These middle and upper classes who have invested in Xiang Island have always been fence-sitters.
On matters that do not affect their own interests, they naturally maintain their sense of superiority, but once it does, they change quicker than anyone else.
Lin Beichen is unaware of this matter, and even if he knew, he wouldn't care much.
He has no interest in these local industries of Xiang Island.
If he wanted those industries, there have been countless opportunities prepared for him on the mainland, ready to be given at any time.
While the outside world is in continuous turmoil, Lin Beichen is no longer concerned about these.
The treasury of the Zheng Clan has been sealed by the government, then cataloged.
He doesn't need to rush around like a headless fly, just wait until the government has everything ready and then go.
By now, it was already the last two days of the holiday.
A customized luxury peninsula sedan slowly stopped in front of a hotel on Silver Lake Avenue in Xiang Island.
The hotel doorman hurried forward and bowed. As soon as he opened the door, he saw a young man in casual attire getting out.
"Must be another young master from some family, huh?"
The doorman thought with envy.
"Mr. Lin, you didn't have to come in person. A single call from you and we would come to you immediately. Why put yourself through a solo trip?"
Two men quickly got out of the car, their faces showing anxiety.
One of them exuded a sturdy aura, while the other, though younger, showed a hint of arrogance.
Both men were cultivators in Xiang Island.
One was from the Feng Shui Association, while the other was a disciple of Master Gao.
Such a big incident has occurred in Xiang Island, with Zhou Kuangtian dead, so how could the Feng Shui Association stay isolated?
They were also observing Lin Beichen's reaction.
The director accompanying Lin Beichen was no ordinary person either, holding substantial power as the deputy head of the association.
In the outside world, he's a heavyweight whose every move could shake the whole industry.
But before Lin Beichen, he was just a minor character.
Even though Lin Beichen only acted against Zhou Kuangtian and not directly against the Feng Shui Association, his power was such that he was like a storm, threatening to sweep across at any moment.
Master Gao and Master Wang were holding the last bit of dignity for the cultivators of Xiang Island, but even they couldn't be with Lin Beichen every day.
Especially Master Gao.
Since Lin Beichen discussed the interests' distribution of the Zheng Clan, he had spent every day meeting with various families to confirm the final allocation quotas.
There are many families in Xiang Island, but the entanglement of interests among these families is too complicated to explain in a few words.
Luckily, with Lin Beichen as a god-like figure, though Master Gao doesn't speak much during meetings, everyone is willing to listen to him.
After several meetings, although the specific details weren't done, the general guideline was fixed.
In the face of the looming storm, being by Lin Beichen's side has become something all major forces are scrambling to do.
However, after much discussion, only two people finally appeared in front of Lin Beichen.
The Feng Shui Association represented Master Wang's interests, and the young man represented Master Gao's interests.
"You don't need to follow me; I didn't plan to kill anyone today, and besides, I am not a bloodthirsty person. There's no need for you to be so afraid."
Lin Beichen looked at the two with helplessness.
Outside rumors painted him as a fearsome God of Slaughter.
Though Lin Beichen didn't care, he felt a bit helpless.
Such rumors did deter others from disturbing him, but they also made him more cautious in his actions.
After the two left, Lin Beichen walked into the hotel.
In the hotel lobby, Liu Yunxi was drinking coffee in boredom.
Seeing Lin Beichen, Liu Yunxi was momentarily stunned, almost failing to react in time.
It wasn't until Lin Beichen stood before him that he hastily put down his teacup and sized Lin Beichen up, unable to hide the joy in his eyes.