Looking at the small notebook in An Wen's hand, the middle-aged man felt a burst of despair.

He never thought that An Wen would have this kind of identity, since he entered this industry for one or two decades, although he knew what the small book in An Wen's hand represented, but so far, except for An Wen, the middle-aged man has not seen anyone who has this small book.

Not to mention that An Wen is a young guy in his twenties, just because of this guy's hanging appearance, the middle-aged man doesn't feel like a person who can have this small book.

The meaning behind this small book is very clear to the middle-aged man, and this guy's book is still red, which is more powerful than the ordinary black version, and it is normal for the middle-aged man to think that the "identity certificate" in An's hand is fake.

Only a small number of people who have contributed to the state, or who belong to certain secret departments, can be qualified to own this book, and when these people hold this book to identify themselves, the people below them must provide convenience to these people to the greatest extent possible, and absolutely must not interfere with the official business of these people.

The middle-aged man is not a child of one or twenty years old, after he saw the black book, he did not jump out for the first time to question the authenticity of the book, if it is fake, it is easy to say, if it is true, then he will be in big trouble.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man casually glanced at Zhang Shuai, he heard his nephew Zhou Wen mention this guy a few times, logically speaking, the two of them should be good friends, but why did this Zhang Shuai turn his face directly with them today? Even if he was doing it against them, he had to desperately defend this young man who had nothing to do with him?

You must know that the injury on Zhang Shuai's face was beaten by An Wen, which Zhou Wen had already told him just now, Zhang Shuai's temper middle-aged man still understands a little, this guy has a straight temper, as if he encounters this kind of humiliated face, he will definitely not be soft, but why is this guy so good at talking today?

The middle-aged man was suddenly frightened and broke out in a cold sweat behind his back, if the black book in this young man's hand was real, Zhang Shuai did this, wouldn't it make them miserable?

No wonder that guy will admit his mistake and give in, Zhang Shuai must have known An Wen's identity a long time ago, his brainless nephew, who is not good to provoke, but he provoked such a master who he didn't dare to provoke, this beating seems to be in vain.

Looking at the red notebook in An Wen's hand, the middle-aged man thought briefly in his mind for a few seconds, and then his face immediately softened.

"Hey, so we're a family. The middle-aged man smiled and said, "It's really a big flood that washed the Dragon King Temple, the family doesn't know the family, I really hit you just now, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, brother." ”

An Wen had a calm expression, but his heart was happy.

In fact, he didn't know whether this book was useful or not, after he promised to help the above volunteers make the design plan of the factory, it didn't take long for Luoyang to give him the book he had always wanted.

However, Luoyang's original color is black, and the stable one is red, at that time he also said that Luoyang was eccentric, and deliberately made a fake low-level one for him to fool him, but Luoyang wanted to take the book back without saying a word, and scolded An Wen for not knowing the blessing in the blessing, and I don't know how precious this black book is.

An Wen showed his book with the mentality of trying, in fact, if it didn't work, he wouldn't have anything to lose, at most, Zhang Shuai was taken away, that kid was willing to do that, An Wen wouldn't accept his affection.

However, the middle-aged man's reaction surprised him, the power of this small book is so great, it seems that he is right to ask Luoyang for this thing.

"I'm sorry, we're not a family, and we're not brothers on the surface. An Wen said in a cold voice, "Don't say much, meet in your leader's office in half an hour, okay?"

The middle-aged man was a little flustered, looked at An Wen and said, "Brother, where are you talking about-"

Saying that, the middle-aged man leaned over, lowered his voice and said, "I'm sorry brother just now, I'm also enforcing the law impartially, don't take it to heart, let's not trouble the leader, okay?"

An Wen wanted to laugh a little in his heart, even if he really let himself trouble the leader first, An Wen still couldn't trouble him, where did he know any leader, it was all nonsense.

"Uncle, you can't let him go!" At this time, Zhou Wen, who was sitting on the side, suddenly screamed, "You can't let him go, uncle!"

The middle-aged man's face immediately became gloomy, why is this bastard boy so blind, can't he see that this is a master he can't be provoked? What do you call yourself "uncle", calling yourself this at this time, isn't that putting yourself in a hole of death?

"Shut up, there's no place for you to talk here. The middle-aged man looked at Zhou Wen and shouted, "If you dare to interfere with official business, I will take you away directly!"

Zhou Wen didn't know why his uncle was suddenly angry, so he had to shrink his head and hide to the side without saying a word.

"Brother, you see I have also taught him a lesson, I will definitely let him correct it in the future, you see this matter or ......" The middle-aged man squinted and smiled at An Wen.

An Wen waved his hand helplessly and said, "Next time, it won't be so easy to solve." ”

The middle-aged man immediately smiled, then waved his hand and left with Zhou Wen and a group of people.

In fact, Anwen's original intention was to give this guy a warning, the strong dragon does not suppress the head snake, and if he really does things too much, it may not be a good thing for him.

After the middle-aged man and his party left, An Wen ignored Zhang Shuai's retention, and left the bar directly with Liang Yuxuan and Jiang Han.

On the road, An Wen kept saying that it was okay, but Liang Yuxuan didn't take care of An Wen, and forcibly took him to a clinic, treated the wound, and then returned to the villa.

"You, don't be so impulsive in the future, you know?" Liang Yuxuan said as she looked at the band-aid on An Wen's head.

An Wen laughed twice and said, "Okay, okay, listen to you." ”

Jiang Han reached out and wanted to touch An Wen's pocket, but An Wen directly slapped his little hand off.

"What are you doing?" asked An Wen, speechless.

"Brother bastard, show me your little book. Jiang Han smiled and said, "What is that, it's so powerful, why is that big fat man so scared when he sees Benben?"

An Wen immediately covered his clothes and said, "Go, go, the children are playing." ”

"Hmph, no, bastard, I want that little book too, you can get me one, okay-"