No matter what, Lin Xiao will ask Yuan Zheng to sort out the donations raised, the specific amount and subsequent usage information, and send them to the City Lord's Mansion for Liu Qianxiong to review.
After all, Liu Qianxiong is the city lord, and Lin Xiao has already gone beyond the control of the slums this time, so he must be more careful about donations and try not to leave any problems.
This is for your own good, as well as for the good of Liu Qianxiong and others.
Liu Shaolan's cheeks were slightly red, and she looked at Lin Xiao with some excitement and said: "Commander Lin, although I already knew before that you would definitely start to deal with the issues related to the slums, but I didn't expect that you would act so quickly and would do so so well.
Da. Do you know what we poor people in Dorado call you now?"
Lin Xiao shook his head slightly.
"They call you Taqila Saint and say you are the savior of the poor!" Liu Shaolan said excitedly.
Lin Xiao laughed dumbly, shook his head and said: "It's too exaggerated. I just did this casually."
Lin Xiao's attitude surprised both Liu Qianxiong and Liu Shaolan.
They originally thought that Lin Xiao was dealing with slum problems not for money but for fame.
But now, Lin Xiao is not tempted by donations, nor is he shaken by his reputation. His attitude is still as humble and humble as before, which is really remarkable.
"I really never imagined that our Dragon Kingdom would really have someone like you... This is our Dragon Kingdom's luck."
Liu Qianxiong felt this and said solemnly.
"It's over."
Lin Xiao smiled faintly.
At this moment, a commotion suddenly broke out at the entrance, and there were even several shouts.
Lin Xiao's brows suddenly frowned slightly, while Liu Qianxiong and Liu Shaolan looked over in confusion.
I saw three young men dressed very elegantly, with a large group of bodyguards blocking the entrance. Soldiers from the city defense army stopped them all, and a dispute broke out between the two sides.
"Shall we go over and take a look?" Liu Qianxiong asked with a smile.
"Um."
Lin Xiao nodded, and then walked towards the entrance with Liu Qianxiong and Liu Shaolan.
The entrance was now full of people.
The three young men, holding invitations in their hands, aggressively scolded the city defense soldiers, while the dozen or so bodyguards following behind them were building momentum for them.
Because the entrance was blocked, the guests behind could not enter, so they simply gathered in a circle to watch the fun.
The commotion here also attracted the attention of the city defense soldiers, so a small team of the city defense army hurried over.
The conflict between the two sides has continued to escalate as a result.
"Are you kidding me? Do you know who I am? I am Qian Fengshuo, the eldest son of the Qian family, and my father is Qian Wuwei, the head of the Qian family! You dare to block my way and not let me in, are you looking for death?"
Qian Wuwei's son Qian Fengshuo scolded him arrogantly, showing no mercy.
Another young man standing next to him immediately said: "You must see clearly, I am Sun Shaohe, the young master of the Sun family, and this is Liu Qiushui, the young master of the Liu family. How dare you, a little soldier, block us?"
Believe it or not, we can make you people retire with just one word!"
Seeing this scene, Lin Xiao, who was watching, immediately frowned tightly.