Chapter 1453 Nothing Is Easy

At this time, the climate in Silicon Valley is actually quite pleasant, neither too hot nor too cold. One of the consequences of this is that you will inevitably feel sleepy when sitting in a stalled car.

Especially if you are still jet lagged.

As the street lights slowly turned on and the sky gradually darkened, Ma Wenji's eyelids couldn't help but fight.

He glanced at the time and saw that it was almost seven o'clock, but the legendary Feng Yiping's convertible Bentley was still missing.

Not only was Feng Yiping's Yajun missing, but after 6 o'clock, there were not many cars passing by on the road.

Several of them went to eat at a fast food restaurant not far from the convenience store. They probably were residents of Feng Yiping's community.

Ma Wenji covered his mouth and yawned again. He couldn't remember how many times this was the first time he yawned. He only remembered that he had never yawned openly once.

He came here to stay here without resting. This idea was his own. Everyone was very sleepy. If they yawned, they would all be contagious. If they all fell asleep in the car, wouldn't it be a joke?

And what’s certain is that if this joke reaches Mr. Wang’s ears, I’m afraid it won’t be so funny.

He now knows very well that the young master from his father's biggest patron family can be described in one word, ruthless!

When others come to him for work, he charges harsh prices; when he sees what he is interested in, whether it is a person or profit, he is ruthless; he is ruthless in his demands for subordinates; he is ruthless in punishing those who come to him with impure purposes...

After hearing some things, he actually regretted joining Mr. Wang and wanted to rely on him to rectify Feng Yiping. It would be fine if it worked well. If it doesn't work out, I'm afraid even my father will be implicated.

However, if his father could cruelly watch him sit in the shift room and be implicated, then he would be implicated.

"Mr. Ma, if you're sleepy, just take a nap. It'll be fine," Fat An, who was sitting in the passenger seat, chewed gum and said still in high spirits.

How could he hide these actions from the other two people in a car?

"It's okay," Ma Wenzhen rubbed his eyes, "Thank you for your hard work, you two. We'll keep watch for another hour. If we still haven't arrived after one hour, we'll go back and rest."

He had always been very polite to the two people following him. Who knew that these two people were not his subordinates, but came to help him temporarily? These two are Mr. Wang's right-hand men and have been with him much longer than themselves.

"Even if we don't go back, we will have to change places in at most an hour," said Yang Shan in the back seat. "As of now, the middle-aged Korean man in the convenience store has looked at us five times through the window. "

"America is a place with so few people?" he couldn't help but ask.

If there were a parking lot like this in China that could park more than ten cars, how could the staff in the convenience store have time to look at the cars in the parking lot? Designated to be busy with customers.

Even if I want to look, I will only look at the beautiful women passing by the window.

But here, there used to be a few cars, but they all drove away one after another. Now, apart from theirs, there is only one old Ford left, which is probably the car of the person in the store.

"We are driving a car like this, will he still suspect us of robbing his shop?" Fat An said.

"The car might have been stolen," Yang Shan said.

This reason is so powerful.

"It's okay. I'll buy something later to dispel his worries," Ma Wenzhuo said.

"He must have other cars," Fat An said.

Why do you even need to say this? People now have tens of billions of dollars in assets. They have already bought such an expensive private jet. Why not buy a few more cars?

"Let's try our luck today. Tomorrow we will divide the work. We will guard here all the way and guard at his company all the way," Ma Wenzhuo said.

"What if he has more than one office?" Fat An questioned again, "I think this is too blind. How about asking some local people to help find out the situation first? Isn't Chinatown here quite famous? There must be something like that people,"

"We can't take this risk," Yang Shan said. "We can't underestimate Feng Yiping's current influence. Whether he seeks help from Chinese or white people, the matter may spread to the ears of the police station or Feng Yiping. ,"

Many people know, especially those who are involved in investigations, that Feng Yiping is now a super rich man with assets exceeding tens of billions of dollars. You came to your door so rashly and asked them to help investigate where Feng Yiping was during the day. How many cars are there in the local office? The first reaction of those people must be that you want to take advantage of Feng Yiping, or maybe kidnap him.

The result will most likely be a heavy fee from you, and then the police will follow you as soon as you get the information.

If it spreads to Feng Yiping's ears, it will be even more undesirable. If he is allowed to follow the clues and get to Mr. Wang, Mr. Wang will be able to take care of himself without him having to deal with it!

"I'm going to buy something to drink," Ma Wenzhen said before opening the door and getting out of the car. Damn it, it turns out it's not easy to do anything.

The middle-aged Korean in the convenience store had been watching Ma Wenji warily. When he passed the counter, Ma Wenji saw a shotgun conspicuously placed on the shelf of the cabinet against the wall behind the counter. , just enough to ensure that he can reach it as soon as he reaches out.

What the hell does California law allow you to hold a gun like this?

Damn old stick, do you really think I will rob your shabby shop?

He took a few cans of coffee, a few bags of potato chips and chewing gum. When he paid the bill, he put his hands on his waist and showed the Hermès belt with a conspicuous mark on his waist.

He looked at his watch again. It was a gold Rolex. He couldn't afford it. You should have seen it!

He felt that it worked. When he paid the bill, the old Korean became polite. It turned out that he couldn't change his short-sighted character no matter where he went!

"Here, there's no problem at the convenience store," he threw the coffee to Yang Shan.

Fat An drank most of the can of coffee in one gulp. "Wait, there's another one coming. Mr. Ma, do you think Feng Yiping is sitting in this car?" He said while looking at the Range Rover speeding past on the road.

He was obviously still a little unhappy with Ma Wenxie's blind behavior.

"Hold on for another half an hour, okay," Ma Wenxie didn't want to argue with him.

"Hehe, it's okay. Maybe we'll see it later," Fat An just complained.

"Wait, is this the car from before?" Yang Shan suddenly said, a Range Rover drove back from the other end, as if it was coming to the convenience store.

"It seems so," Ma Wenjie said, and then he cursed briefly, "Fuck," and then "clanged" the seat to the end.

The Range Rover was parked at the door of the convenience store. A man in the back seat put down a document in his hand and got out of the car. Who else could it be but Feng Yiping?

Yang Shan frowned and looked at the nervous Ma Wenjie. They were in the back and we were in the front. There was nothing wrong. You made such a big noise. Wouldn't it attract their attention?

The noise here was indeed heard over there, but Feng Yiping only glanced at it casually, and then hurried into the store to buy a few things that Huang Jingping had told him to do. It was the big foreigner who was driving the car who had been paying attention to their movements.

"He doesn't know you, don't panic," Yang Shan whispered as he watched Owen slowly approach.

"But Feng Yiping knows me," Ma Wenjie said.

Somehow, when he said this, he couldn't help but feel a little proud.

Yes, it's an honor to be recognized and remembered by Feng Yiping now.

He actually feels too good about himself.

"Feng Yiping is in the store, how can he see inside the car?" Yang Shan said.

"Oh," Ma Wenzhe was about to put the seat upright again.

"Just like that,"

"Oh,"

"Owen," Feng Yiping walked to the door with a paper bag in his arms, and the Korean followed behind with a smile on his face to see him off.

Feng Yiping saved Ma Wenzhe and the others from a lot of trouble. Seeing that his boss had already bought the things, Owen hurried back to the Land Rover.

Ma Wenzhe saw that Feng Yiping picked up the document and read it as soon as he got in the car.

In the past, he would think that people who did this were pretending and artificial, but for Feng Yiping, he really didn't think so.

He also wanted to sit in the back seat of the Land Rover and read the documents. Those documents symbolized power.

"Is there a problem over there?" Feng Yiping glanced at their Escalade through the glass and saw an Asian man sitting in the passenger seat drinking a beverage.

"Nothing," Owen said, but he always felt that the car seemed to make him a little uneasy. Under the current circumstances, of course, it would be best to take the boss away from there.

But he still made a phone call.

Watching the car drive away, Ma Wenzhe was finally able to sit up, "Did you take a picture?"

"Done, all right," Fatty An said proudly, "Can we go back to the hotel now?"

"Wait, I have to go to the bathroom,"

Watching him rush to the bathroom, Fatty An laughed first, and then Yang Shan couldn't help it.

It seems that Feng Yiping really put a lot of pressure on Mr. Ma.

However, their laughter did not last long. Ma Wenzhe had just returned to the car and was about to start it. A police car with flashing lights stopped beside them. A very strong policeman put his right hand on his waist and walked towards them, and another walked towards the rear of the car.

Damn! Ma Wenxi couldn't help but curse again, but he consciously took his hands off the steering wheel.

On the road over there, there was a Ford SUV, which stopped for a moment and then slowly drove away.