Comprehension Ability: Creating the Five Thunders Technique in Reality Chapter 858 432: The Most Suitable Candidate (Part 2)

They thought it was just a story, but unexpectedly, they encountered a real case in reality.

Zheng Xinxi looked at his attire, sighed with a complex expression.

Being mistaken for a gambling addict was fine; at least he wouldn't be recognized for who he really was.

"Mr. Lin, may I ask you a question?"

Zheng Xinxi dialed Lin Beichen's number and asked imdiately.

He wanted to test the waters. If Lin Beichen had clear instructions concerning Zheng Yaxin, he wouldn't bring it up again. But if not, he thought Zheng Yaxin was the best candidate.

If not counting past grievances, Zheng Yaxin was actually more suitable to be Lin Beichen's spokesperson.

"Are you trying to ask about Zheng Yaxin?"

Just as Zheng Xinxi was thinking, a voice ca through the phone as though it was prophetic, already knowing exactly what he intended to ask.

Zheng Xinxi felt a sharp jolt in his heart, his hand holding the phone trembled suddenly, almost dropping it.

He turned around in panic, looking around nervously, thinking Lin Beichen was observing him from nearby. But after looking for a long ti, he realized it was just a false alarm.

Lin Beichen was not there at all, so how did he know what Zheng was about to ask?

Could it be true, as the rumors say, that Lin Beichen is an ancient Immortal from the Immortal Realm?

"Mr. Lin, do you hate Zheng Yaxin?"

"Why should I hate her, just because she owes money?"

Lin Beichen smiled faintly.

To onlookers, the relationship between him and Zheng Yaxin seed like debt collection, but to him, Zheng Yaxin wasn't even qualified for that.

His trip to Xiang Island was triggered by a combination of events, and a single Zheng Yaxin wasn't worth a special trip.

Moreover, the reason the situation escalated so uncontrollably was mainly due to that old man.

Zheng Yaxin didn't dare to confront him. She was terrified and on edge after finding out he ca knocking. If it weren't for Master Zhou and the old man backing her, Zheng Yaxin would have been scared to insanity by herself.

"If you think she can still be saved, I believe she'd be more appropriate as your spokesperson."

Zheng Xinxi said with a complicated expression.

He wasn't sure what attitude to express; all he knew was that he'd been the eldest son of the Zheng Clan his whole life without fulfilling a day's duty, and now that the Zheng Clan had disbanded, he felt he should make so efforts.

At least, even if he were to die, he couldn't bring sha to his ancestors.

He could reassure his ancestors and relatives in the Yellow Springs, claiming he did fulfill his duty as the eldest son.

"Since you punished Zheng Yaxin, she's disappeared. I heard from family that she's hiding in the deep mountains, but others say her girlfriends, setting aside their past grievances, took her to an overseas manor to retire.

However, according to my understanding, these girlfriends around Zheng Yaxin only cared about her status and weren't truly like sisters.

If she hides in the mountains, even in death, she'd find peace. But if her girlfriends really took her away, she'd probably live a life worse than death, ridiculed and treated like a circus monkey daily."

As Zheng Xinxi presented these speculations, he appeared extrely calm, but only he knew that blood was flooding his heart, and his body was trembling violently.

Since the dissolution of the Zheng Clan, he had not dared to think about these things.

No matter what conflicts existed with his family before, calamities always leave a lingering thought.

He didn't have much affection for his sister, but if she were tornted, he would feel the pain.

Once, Zheng Yaxin was the most prominent mber of the Zheng Clan, a pearl of Xiang Island.

An internationally renowned model, a global fashion designer, and an inspiring employer idolized by countless young n and won in Xiang Island.

Each identity made Zheng Yaxin the center of attention.

But now, Zheng Yaxin was rely an ignored old lady.

This woman committed an unforgivable cri, but also endured the cruelest punishnt.

Lin Beichen silently listened to Zheng Xinxi's account without responding.

Zheng Xinxi's candidate suggestion showed that he started to consider the identity of a spokesperson, but Lin Beichen didn't expect Zheng Xinxi to suggest Zheng Yaxin.

In Lin Beichen's mind, there were four candidates to partner with Zheng Xinxi, one from the Feng Shui Association, and the other three were indeed from the Zheng Clan.

But he didn't expect Zheng Xinxi to propose any of these people; instead, Zheng Xinxi proposed Zheng Yaxin.

This surprised Lin Beichen slightly, but upon consideration, it seed completely reasonable.

Zheng Yaxin was indeed the most suitable choice.

Others were either hard to control or already had a stance, whereas Zheng Yaxin, after being through major disasters and offending him, could no longer be taken in by other forces.

This woman was the perfect candidate.

Thinking this, Lin Beichen suddenly smiled.

"You're a big brother who didn't take this position for nothing."

Lin Beichen said with a light smile.

Upon hearing this, Zheng Xinxi's body trembled slightly, then he couldn't help but smile.

Master Lin didn't reject his suggestion, which ant he won his bet.

"Master, do you also think... Zheng Yaxin is the most suitable candidate?"

"You don't need to ask this question. In Xiang Island, you are the spokesperson and the one managing affairs; as long as you think it fits, it's fine."

Lin Beichen said calmly.

In this matter, he could give Zheng Xinxi unprecedented authority, but he also had his demands.

He didn't question the process, only the result.

Zheng Xinxi could choose anyone, as long as nothing went wrong; but if sothing did, they would pay the price.

Zheng Xinxi clearly understood this as well. After putting down the phone, a sense of boldness welled up within him.

Previously, he was the most unaccomplished eldest son of the Zheng Clan, but from now on, he would be the new generation leader of the Zheng Clan.

His first step would be finding Zheng Yaxin.

Xiang Island was vast, yet also small.

At this mont, behind a chaotic mass of buildings in Queen's District, dozens of crowded small design studios stood in irregular clusters.

These design studios had a common characteristic: their company nas sounded exceptionally grand and prestigious, leading one to mistake them for international top designers with imnse strength just by hearing the nas.

In reality, they were rely renting garages or rundown houses as workplace venues.

Most of these designers were private designers lacking substantial ability, doing simple tasks by receiving orders from the Chinese community via the internet and completing them locally.

These orders weren't difficult but offered little profit. Large studios despised doing them, but these small studios, rely trying to make a living, would compete for them.

"Zheng Yaxin, why haven't you submitted your design draft yet? The delivery date is tonight. Do you still want the money?"

A woman with poorly applied makeup coldly watched Zheng Yaxin.

On a worn-out design table, an old woman with white hair and drained was bending over working on a design.

Upon hearing this, the old woman's body trembled slightly and slowly looked up, it was Zheng Yaxin, who had sparked interest recently.

At this point, Zheng Yaxin's face was full of wrinkles, body severely hunched, with no trace of her forr elegance, now just a dying old woman.

Zheng Yaxin was extrely exhausted but did not dare to stop.

The dissolution of the Zheng Clan was because of her, thousands in her clan fell into poverty because of her.

Though she was still alive, she was only a living dead.

These days, she had lost count of how many tis she had watched the news; every ti she opened it, there seed to be news about the Zheng Clan.

Uncle Liu committed suicide, Uncle Seven smuggled the Chen family's old and young abroad, and it's said several junior brothers, driven by hunger, resorted to robbery in a bakery, ending up hospitalized, then abandoned to die on the street for lack of money for treatnt.

Zheng Yaxin thought of committing suicide, but whenever she saw these news reports, she dared not.

Zheng Yaxin never imagined that because of her montary vanity, thousands of her family could end up like this.

She deserved to die, yet could not, because she needed to live to atone.