After traveling through time, his identity changed and his temper gradually grew.

In other words, he has long disliked the doorman, and now he has the right to lose his temper.

Just outside the side door of the residence of the Minister of Industry, Xie Yan sat down cross-legged: "Wait slowly!"

From morning until evening, some of the entourage went to buy food and came back.

Xie Yan was not idle either, sitting on the street reading and reciting the Analects of Confucius.

During this period, someone also came in and out of this door. They looked at Xie Yan curiously and then reminded him not to get too close and block the way.

Just a reminder, not a scolding.

Because Xie Yan is not like ordinary people, he is accompanied by four armed servants.

As it gets later and later, the courtyard door opens again, and the concierge's tone becomes much softer: "Come in and wait."

"No need." Xie Yan knew that his brother was coming back soon, and he would probably come back with the nobles of this mansion.

The old concierge smiled apologetically and said, "Why do you have to be angry with me, an old man?"

Xie Yan was too lazy to pay attention to him and instead recited "The Analects of Confucius".

The old concierge became anxious.

Naturally, he didn't take Xie Yan seriously. Even Xie Yan's eldest brother stuffed money into his house when he first came in.

The real problem is that Xie Yan's eldest brother went out today to attend a cultural gathering with the minister's husband!

The old concierge said: "Master, come in quickly, I have already asked someone to make some good tea."

Xie Yan continued to read "The Analects of Confucius".

The old concierge persuaded him for a while, but the more he talked, the more anxious he became, and in the end he could only stand there with him.

After a while, a carriage came, with attendants in front of the carriage and behind it.

Two young men got out of the car, one of whom was Xie Yan's eldest brother Xie Hong.

Xie Hong felt strange when he heard the voice reciting "The Analects of Confucius". Before he could get closer, he saw four healthy servants coming forward to salute: "Well done, Dalang!"

Xie Hong nodded in response, finally recognizing his younger brother: "Liu Lang, why are you sitting here?"

The old concierge said quickly: "The young man from the Xie family insists on waiting outside the door."

Xie Yan put away the "Analects of Confucius" and said with a smile: "I have been waiting since morning, and now I finally see my brother."

As soon as he said this, Xie Hong's expression did not change and he just glanced at the concierge.

But the young man behind him looked a little angry.

Xie Hong started to introduce with a haha: "Sixth brother, this is the grandson of Chen Shangshu, Chen Duan, the tenth son of the Chen family. Brother Zongli, this is Xie Chaozong, the sixth son of my family."

Chen Duanzuo bowed and said: "I have admired your name for a long time, and today I finally meet you, the sixteen-year-old Jasper Bachelor."

Xie Yan bowed and returned the courtesy: "I don't dare take it seriously. In the next period of time, I will bother Brother Chen a lot more."

Chen Duan said with a smile: "They are all our own brothers, let alone those. Dear brother, please go inside and rest after a long journey."

A group of people went in chatting and laughing.

The old concierge looked as sad as if he had eaten a fly.

Xie Hong came here half a month ago. He was extremely polite and handed ten silver dollars to the concierge and got in very smoothly.

The concierge made some inquiries and found out that the Xie family were just ordinary gentry and had some indirect relationship with the Chen family. This relationship was not close and they were not considered big shots.

Since he is not a big shot, he can be manipulated.

However, he did not expect that meeting an inexperienced young man like Xie Yan would obviously make Chen Julang lose his face.

The old concierge sat uneasily for a while, and suddenly a servant from the inner courtyard came over and said, "You should pack your bags and go back to your hometown. It's time to go back and have your grandson when you're old enough."

The old concierge's mouth was dry and he couldn't say what he wanted to say.
Chapter completed!