Rebirth of the 92 Business Tycoon

The blue sky is scattered with white clouds like flying flocks, and there are flight tracks left by planes among the white clouds, which is quiet and vivid.

The water surface near the pier was calm, and the waves caused by the docking ships only left soft "brushing" sounds on the wooden piles of the trestle bridge, and the temperature was mild.

There are a lot of tourists, and they are idle, but in order, no one is loud and noisy. The most lively ones are those flying in the sky, standing on the railings, and various seabirds walking on the ground.

They yelled, flapping their wings, and interacting with visitors generously, as if this piece of land was theirs.

The delighted Ma Wenzhen, watching Feng Yiping from the corner of his eyes, hurriedly walked to the back and kicked Fat An.

"I...," Fat An, who was still pacing a few seabirds on the ground intently, hadn't said the curse yet, and saw Ma Wenzhu walking by without stopping, he suddenly shuddered, and only raised his eyes. , I saw Feng Yiping who was holding Vincent over there, and he was also taken aback!

I'm going, is that his son? Are they all this big?

Isn't the blond beauty looking back, but his woman?

Haha, it's amazing! Many people know that when Feng Yiping was in college, he had a regular girlfriend. It is said that he went to the United States with him and participated in the activities of the San Francisco consulate together. Now it’s not bad. He actually gave birth to such a big blond woman. Son.

Pan An did not hesitate to press the shutter several times.

However, the angle was a bit bad, and Feng Yiping blocked the child by more than half.

Moreover, Feng Yiping is holding a mixed-race child alone, but it doesn't really explain the problem. It is best if you can stand with the child and his mother to take a picture, that is convincing.

Fat An moved quietly among the crowd, wanting to turn to the front.

Fortunately, Feng Yiping and his party did not rush to leave the posture of the pier. He squatted on the ground and teased a seagull on the ground with the cute and incomprehensible biracial boy. Watching the interaction between them, this is definitely not the brother next door. Playing with the neighbor's children, it is safe that the father and son are on vacation.

It's just that Goldilocks, it would seem to be just taking care of her parents, but there should be better opportunities, Fat An thought.

Like Tiansui's wish, Fat Angang had this idea, and Ma Ling over there meant to take a photo with Feng Yiping and his son on the dock.

Haha, God helped me!

He was also delighted to see that the tall blonde beauty, intimately holding Feng Yiping’s arm, was about to put her head on his shoulder, Bingo, at this moment, Fat An’s hand was pressing on the shutter, just waiting to be pressed. Down, suddenly there was another stern.

Feng Yiping casually glanced behind John, who was holding the camera, and looked directly at Fat An, who was just a few people away from John.

Fortunately, he immediately retracted his gaze, which made Fat An breathed a sigh of relief. Right, what am I nervous about? He doesn't know me.

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

Fat An's hand could not be pressed anymore.

It was the first time he knew that he looked very gentle. Feng Yiping, who was smiling just now, could bring such a lot of pressure when he looked at him coldly!

Suddenly, he changed from a harmless sunshine boy to a very oppressive and domineering president.

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 had already walked towards Pang An and were found!

Fat An raised the camera helplessly and took a picture of a seabird flying through the air.

"What's the matter?" John glanced back, only to see the tourists passing by behind him, and an Asian man who was taking pictures of flying birds.

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

As soon as John pressed the shutter, Pang An walked straight towards Feng Yiping, but passed them without squinting, walked to the pier, and photographed the seabirds on the railing.

Are you a seabird lover? Feng Yiping was still a little suspicious.

Owen walked behind him and whispered, "I have arranged for people to stare at him."

"I think he is familiar, have you seen it?"

"Familiar?" Owen was a little surprised, but the boss's memory is very clear to him. Since he said familiar, he must have seen it before, "I understand."

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

"It's okay," Feng Yiping rubbed his son's head.

Vigilance is vigilance, but the current self is equivalent to a golden body. How can any monsters come to provoke it?

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

In fact, from the beginning, that is, after the reform and opening up, a group of wealthy people have been born again. At least the families and children of the top wealthy people in China will not have the opportunity to understand unless they make it public.

On this point, from the results, it should be said that the domestic media is still somewhat ethical, even if it is mostly not voluntary, even if there may be opportunities of this kind, for example, it is not ruled out that people around the rich take the initiative to break the news, but they still hold on. This one.

Feng Yiping fully believes that under the premise that his wealth is far ahead of other wealthy people in the country, and he is ruthlessly cleaning up the media that dare to blackmail him, he will certainly not be an exception.

However, he got a wrong direction. This time it was not the media targeting him. It was the second generation of official Wang who was targeting him.

It may be that grandpa, grandma, and mom and dad were there. Vincent, who had never been too daring, jumped into the flock of seabirds this time, shouting "drinking", and they were so surprised that they flew and fled. .

This kid has grown up, Feng Yiping said heartily.

However, more and more people are getting rich in China. The thin, inconspicuous person in front with a paper bag under his arm must be from China, because Feng Yiping saw his phone in his ear. It is Amoi, which has been very hot in the domestic market in the past two years, and the dragon on the flip is 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 pressed the camera in the paper bag tightly with his arm, pressing the camera in the paper bag as taught by Pang An, but pressing the shutter with his hand in it, and at the same time let himself go as steady and straight as possible so that the scene behind him could be taken into the lens. in.

But he couldn't help sweating on his back.

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

After I walked out of the square as calmly as I could and turned into a road next to me, the feeling of being on my back finally disappeared.

"Successful?" Ma Wenzhen jumped out from the side.

"Yes," Yang Shan straightened up a bit rickety waist because of the excessive pressure just now, "I took a lot of shots,"

"I know you are reliable," Ma Wenzhen happily slapped him on the shoulder, "Humph, lose weight and claim to be professional,"

But they waited there for nearly 40 minutes. The Fat An hadn’t come over yet, so only a phone call came, "You go back to the hotel first, don’t worry about me.

"What happened?"

Over there, Pang An seemed like a leisurely tourist, strolling along the pier at will, "Feng Yiping is gone, but I feel there are still people staring at me,"

"Then you will be a tourist and spend two days playing here," Ma Wenzhen said hastily. If Feng Yiping touched his head along Fat An, he couldn't imagine what that guy would do.

"Okay," Fat An hung up and wiped sweat on his forehead. Hell, why is Feng Yiping so alert?

"Go, go back to the hotel," Ma Wenzhen immediately reached out and stopped a car. He didn't think it was safe.

Fortunately, I finally got the result~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Now, as long as you go back to Silicon Valley and take some pictures of Feng Yiping with his girlfriend, you're done.

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"Quickly, put it up and take a look." As soon as he entered the door, Ma Wenzhen couldn't wait to turn on the computer.

But Yang Shan, who looked at the results of his shooting, couldn't help but cursed, "Grass!"

"What's the matter?" Ma Wenzhen's heart sank, and he took the camera and took a look. In the first picture, the lens was blocked by an old American man with a big belly. Only the feet of Feng Yiping and the woman next to him could be seen; in the second picture, only I can see a big bird with open wings...

He did not give up on copying all the photos to the computer, but the result was very frustrating. Strictly speaking, none of them worked. It was either blocked by someone or blocked by a bird—Vincent made them inadvertently. Many difficulties.

Looking at Yang Shan lying on the bed, Ma Wenzhen had to cheer up, "We are not as professional as Pang An, and the result is good."

"What's more, from an optimistic point of view, we have mastered his unknown secrets, haven't we?"