Ignoring Zhou Jianxing and the others, Lin Yuan returned to his room and slept in his clothes.
After Lin Yuan left, the gathering in the courtyard naturally couldn't continue, and everyone left quietly, each to their rest.
The next day, early morning.
After washing up, Lin Yuan walked out of the house.
Contrary to what he imagined, he didn't encounter cold stares from most people; instead, many approached him to greet him.
"Human nature is such that once you have some influence, people will naturally look at you differently. Just like now, although I slapped them in the face last night, wherever I go, people greet me voluntarily, and no one dares to say a word against me."
"And I merely hinted at having connections with the upper echelons, yet the difference in treatment is vast compared to before." Thinking this, Lin Yuan's mind was filled with thoughts.
After sighing, Lin Yuan naturally did not remain aloof and smiled in response to the greetings of others.
