Chapter 1461: Success or Failure

The blue sky is dotted with white clouds like flying catkins, and there are traces of airplanes between the clouds, which is quiet and vivid.

The water surface near the pier is calm, and the waves stirred up by the docked ships only leave soft "swishing" sounds on the wooden piles of the pier, and the atmosphere is gentle.

There are many tourists, and they are leisurely, but orderly, and no one is making loud noises. The most lively ones are the various seabirds flying in the sky, standing on the railings, and walking on the ground.

They call, flap their wings, and interact with tourists openly, as if this piece is their territory.

The delighted Ma Wenzhe kept an eye on Feng Yiping with the corner of his eyes, hurriedly walked to the back, and kicked Fatty An.

"I..." Fatty An, who was still patting a few seabirds on the ground, had not yet uttered a curse, but saw Ma Wenzhe walking by without stopping, and was immediately startled. He only raised his eyes and saw Feng Yiping holding Vincent over there, and was also stunned!

Oh my god, is that his son? He's already this big?

The blonde in front who is looking back is not his woman?

Haha, it's really exciting! Many people know that Feng Yiping had a steady girlfriend during college. It is said that she went to the United States with him and participated in the activities of the US Consulate in San Francisco together. Now, he has a son this big with a blonde.

Fat An pressed the shutter several times without hesitation.

However, the angle is a bit bad, Feng Yiping blocked most of the child.

Moreover, Feng Yiping holding a mixed-race child alone does not actually mean anything. It would be better to take a photo with the child's mother and the three of them, which would be convincing.

Fat An quietly moved in the crowd, trying to turn to the front.

Fortunately, Feng Yiping and his group did not seem to be in a hurry to leave the dock. He squatted on the ground and teased a seagull on the ground with the cute mixed-race child. Looking at their interaction, this is definitely not the brother next door playing with the neighbor's child. It is definitely a father and son on vacation.

It's just that the blonde girl seems to be only concerned with taking care of her parents at this moment, but there should be better opportunities, Fatty An thought.

Just as if God had granted his wish, Fatty An had just come up with this idea, and Ma Ling wanted to take a photo with Feng Yiping and his son on the dock.

Haha, God really helps me!

He was also delighted to see that the tall blonde beauty was intimately holding Feng Yiping's arm and was about to lean her head on his shoulder. Bingo, at this moment, Fatty An's hand was on the shutter, and just as he was about to press it, he suddenly shuddered again.

Feng Yiping casually glanced behind John who was holding a camera, and happened to see Fatty An who was still a few people between him and John.

Fortunately, he immediately retracted his gaze, which made Fatty An breathe a sigh of relief. Yes, why am I nervous? He doesn't know me.

But Feng Yiping suddenly looked back, and at the same time, his hand quickly covered Vincent's face. Why did he feel like he had seen this Asian man holding a camera there?

Fatty An's hand could no longer be pressed.

It was the first time for him to know that Feng Yiping, who looked very gentle and had a smile on his face just now, could bring such great pressure when he looked at him coldly!

He suddenly changed from a harmless sunny boy to an extremely oppressive and domineering president.

What the hell, why is he so alert? It was just a glance through the car window in front of the convenience store that day. Could he still remember me?

However, this photo could not be taken. His driver and another strong man were already walking towards Fatty An and were discovered!

Fatty An raised the camera helplessly to take a photo of a seabird flying through the air.

"What's wrong?" John looked back and saw only tourists walking behind him and an Asian man taking photos of flying birds.

"It's okay," Feng Yiping took away his hand covering his son, "It's okay, Vincent, smile at the camera,"

John just pressed the shutter, and Fatty An walked straight towards Feng Yiping, but he passed by them without looking at them, walked to the pier, and took photos of the seabirds resting on the railings.

Is he a seabird lover? Feng Yiping was still a little suspicious.

Owen walked behind him and whispered, "I have arranged for someone to keep an eye on him,"

"I think he looks familiar, have you seen him before?"

"Familiar?" Owen was a little surprised, but he knew his boss's memory very well. Since he said he looked familiar, he must have seen him before, "I understand,"

"What's the matter?" Seeing Feng Yiping's actions just now, Ma Ling had already put a pair of sunglasses on Vincent, covering most of his face.

"Nothing," Feng Yiping rubbed his son's head.

He was alert, but now he was equivalent to cultivating a golden body. How could any demons and monsters come to provoke him?

He really didn't believe that there would be any website or media in China that dared to casually disclose the personal information he didn't want to disclose.

In fact, from the beginning, that is, after the reform and opening up, a new batch of rich people were born. At least the families and children of the top rich people in China, unless they disclosed it themselves, the public would really have no chance to know.

Judging from the results, it should be said that the domestic media still have some ethics, even though most of them are not voluntary, and even though there may be various opportunities, such as people around the rich taking the initiative to disclose information, they still stick to this principle.

Feng Yiping fully believed that he would not be an exception, as his wealth far surpassed other wealthy people in China and he was ruthless in dealing with the media that dared to blackmail him.

However, he got it wrong. This time, it was not the media that targeted him, but Mr. Wang, the second-generation official.

Maybe it was because his grandparents and parents were there, Vincent, who was not very courageous, actually jumped into the large group of seabirds this time, calling "hehe", scaring them to fly away or flee.

This kid is getting more capable, Feng Yiping thought.

However, there are more and more rich people in China. The thin and inconspicuous man with a paper bag under his armpit must be from China, because Feng Yiping saw that the mobile phone he put to his ear was Xiaxin, which has been very popular in the domestic market in the past two years, and the dragon on the flip cover was very conspicuous.

If Feng Yiping stood in front of that compatriot, he would see that his hand holding the paper bag was constantly moving inside the paper bag.

Yang Shan followed Fatty An's instructions, holding the camera tightly in the paper bag with his arm, while pressing the shutter button frantically, and trying to walk steadily and straight as possible, so as to capture the scene behind him.

But he couldn't help sweating on his back.

Because he could feel Feng Yiping's eyes on him.

After he walked out of the square as calmly as possible and turned into a road next to it, the feeling of being on edge finally disappeared.

"Did you succeed?" Ma Wenyi jumped out from the side.

"Yes," Yang Shan straightened up his hunched back due to the stress just now, "I took a lot of photos,"

"I knew you were reliable," Ma Wenxi slapped him on the shoulder happily, "Huh, Fatty An still claims to be a professional,"

But they waited there for nearly 40 minutes, and Fatty An didn't come over yet, only a phone call came, "You go back to the hotel first, don't worry about me,"

"What happened?"

Fat An looked like a leisurely tourist, strolling along the pier casually, "Feng Yiping left, but I feel someone is still watching me,"

"Then just be a tourist and have a good time here for two days," Ma Wenxi said hurriedly. If Feng Yiping followed Fatty An and touched his head, he couldn't imagine what that guy would do.

"Okay," Fatty An hung up the phone and wiped the sweat off his forehead. Damn, why is Feng Yiping so alert?

"Let's go back to the hotel," Ma Wenxi immediately stretched out his hand to stop a car. He felt that this place was not safe either.

Fortunately, the result was finally achieved. Now, as long as he goes back to Silicon Valley and takes some pictures of Feng Yiping and his girlfriend together, the job will be done.

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"Quick, put it up for us to see," Ma Wenjie couldn't wait to open the computer as soon as he entered the door.

But Yang Shan, who was looking through his own shooting results, couldn't help but curse, "Fuck!"

"What's wrong?" Ma Wenjie's heart sank. He took the camera and took a look. In the first picture, the lens was blocked by a potbellied American old man, and only the two pairs of feet of Feng Yiping and the woman next to him could be seen; in the second picture, only a big bird with its wings spread out could be seen...

He copied all the photos to the computer without giving up, but the result was very frustrating. Strictly speaking, not a single one could be used. Either it was blocked by someone or by a bird - Vincent accidentally created a lot of difficulties for them.

Looking at Yang Shan lying on the bed, Ma Wenjie had to cheer up, "We are not as professional as Fatty An, and this result is already good,"

"Besides, from an optimistic point of view, we have already mastered his unknown secrets, right?"