"It was given to me by an elder."
Wang Chen replied quietly, feeling very annoyed inside.
As the saying goes, it's easy to meet Yama but hard to deal with his Little Ghosts; the Little Ghosts at the entrance of the Yamen are the most troublesome. The gate guard's attitude made it clear he had ulterior motives.
Wang Chen knew very well that at this moment, stuffing a big red envelope into the guard's hand would likely settle the matter.
But, although he could afford to give, he feared the guard was not fated to receive such a red envelope!
"Say the name, let's hear it."
Seeing Wang Chen not 'getting it', the gate guard looked even more displeased, "Perhaps I know him!"
Wang Chen: "Zhang Weiran."
"Zhang Weiran?"
The gate guard clearly knew of him, first stunned, then sneered, "He's just a Junior Flag..."
"What's your relation to Zhang Weiran?"
Just then, a rough voice suddenly came from beside them.