Chapter 1153: Betrayal

Although conflicts and differences can no longer be concealed and cracks are clearly visible, life must go on.

The air in Silicon Valley was fresh after the night rain, but Randolph was still a little distracted on his way to work.

He still listened to a lot of what his wife said, so last night was another night of tossing and turning.

Now, the facts are very clear. My partner for many years can be said to be very clearly on the opposite side of the company. However, if I want to do what my wife says, I must first talk to some people on the board of directors and do some work. He really couldn't make up his mind to help Feng Yiping clear some obstacles so that he could negotiate an acquisition.

Doing something like shooting Hastings in the back is something he really can't do now.

Although some of his wife's words made him a little moved, he still repeatedly warned himself to be professional and treat each other with sincerity. It was not easy to work together for so many years, so he should not be swayed by bad emotions.

The buddy who smoked together yesterday said that it was really good to have a buddy with such like-minded interests. He also believed that it was indeed very rare to have a buddy like Hastings.

Until he reached the company, he finally made up his mind to wait and see how the situation developed. He adopted such a negative strategy. To put it bluntly, he still cherished his relationship with Hastings.

In the morning, the front door of the company is still as lively as ever. Every time he sees employees rushing into the office building in twos and threes, Randolph's mood always gets better.

Randolph, who was in a slightly lighter mood, drove into the parking lot and headed for his own exclusive parking space. Oh, he had a car, and it was a Porsche Carrera.

Really, I’m always thinking about things when I’m driving these days, and I always park in the wrong spot. This is not good. Randolph shook his head and laughed at himself.

He straightened the car and took a look at the number of the parking space in front of him, C4. So this is C5. What's going on? Who parked randomly?

Randolph was really annoyed at this time.

In Silicon Valley, other conditions for executives, such as offices, may be similar to those of ordinary employees, but they have one treatment that ordinary employees do not have, and that is a dedicated parking space.

In Silicon Valley, driving a luxury car is not a status symbol, but an exclusive parking space is indeed a status symbol to a certain extent.

Almost everyone drives to work here, and underground garages are generally not built here. The parking lots of every company are naturally overcrowded with cars, and the supply exceeds demand. Many employees’ cars, including those of senior executives who joined later, have to park their cars. to surrounding parking lots.

Not every company has employees who will park on their behalf, so after parking in those parking lots, you have to walk a long way to get to the company.

That feeling is definitely not good.

Therefore, when signing an agreement with an employer, there are many executives who specifically add a clause: "Exclusive parking spaces must be guaranteed."

Some turtles even have requirements for numbers, which must be their lucky numbers.

Randolph, who was otherwise easy-going, did not give up his privileges in this regard. Naturally, his parking space was one of those closest to the company gate.

He got out of the car and walked around the car with his arms crossed. He really had no impression of this car. Is this a visitor trespassing?

It was rush hour, his car was parked in the middle, and a long queue had formed behind him, but this was Netflix after all, and no one gave him the middle finger this time.

More than ten minutes later, Randolph parked his car in the parking lot on the west side of the company and finally arrived at the office. He was already very preoccupied. Someone had just occupied his parking space again. He didn't pay attention to his secretary's face. "Susan, come here." A cup of coffee, and please ask me right away who occupied my parking space,"

Susan looked at her boss. Before she could say a word, Randolph had already hurried into the office. After thinking about it, she immediately followed Randolph's old rules and made him a cup of coffee with milk and no sugar.

Randolph turned on the computer immediately, only to find that his company mailbox was empty. What day is it today, and there is nothing going on?

"Susan, how many cases have you received for me to handle?"

Susan handed him the coffee, lowered her head and said, "Randolph, what's going on? Didn't you receive the email? Hastings sent an email last night saying that all matters you are responsible for will be transferred from today on. Let him deal with it,"

"Ahem, what?" Randolph's face turned red, probably because he choked on his coffee, "What, say it again,"

"All matters you are responsible for will be handed over to Mr. Hastings from today on," Susan said. "My job has also changed. I will soon serve a new vice president. I am here specially." Saying goodbye to you,"

Randolph's face became colder and colder, and he didn't even think about wiping the coffee stains on his front. He looked ahead blankly, "Okay, I get it."

The voice was light and had no power at all.

"Boss, are you okay?" Susan looked at his expression and felt something was wrong.

However, she really couldn't get involved in the conflict between the two co-founders, "Do you need me to take you home to rest?"

"I'm fine," Randolph shook his head and smiled. Susan could clearly tell that it was a sad smile.

"I'm fine, thank you Susan, thank you for all your hard work," Randolph stood up and shook Susan's hand.

He stood up twice before standing up. Even after standing up, he still held the table with his left hand.

Susan felt that the boss's hands were soft and not strong at all, "Do you need me to call Julia?"

"Thank you, no thanks,"

"I'll stay and take care of you,"

"No, I'm fine," Randolph turned his chair toward the window. Talking was a burden to him now.

The office area outside was still as lively and energetic as before, but his office seemed to have become a forgotten corner. It was dead silent at this moment. The door of the office had been closed for a long time, and he still kept that posture, motionless, like a sculpture.

Really like a sculpture, if someone came in front of him at this moment, you would find that his eyeballs were motionless.

When it hurts so much, you actually can't feel the pain, you will be numb.

After a long time, Randolph moved. He blinked, and then laughed uncontrollably. The laughter was endless, cold and desolate. While laughing, he beat the armrest of the chair.

This is the partner of many years that he has decided to put the interests of the company aside. This is the brother that he can never shoot in the back!

After a long time, the laughter gradually stopped. All those messy thoughts disappeared. Hastings helped him make the decision that he couldn't make no matter what.

He looked at the empty office, stood up very calmly, opened the door, and walked towards Hastings' office without looking away.

"Mr. Randolph, Mr. Randolph," Hastings' secretary wanted to stop him, but she couldn't. She was wearing high heels and was easily pushed aside by Randolph. He pushed the door in front of him, "Hastings, oh, there are guests,"

In Hastings' office, there was a tall and thin middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes.

"Randolph," Hastings glanced at him, "This is Wilson, who officially joined Netflix today,"

"Hello, Mr. Randolph, nice to meet you," Wilson smiled and stretched out his hand.

Randolph ignored Wilson first. He looked at Hastings. He was very familiar with Hastings's eyes just now. When they met guests together, he looked at outsiders in that way, a little politely, but keeping a sufficient distance.

Unexpectedly, in just one night, there was such a distance between them. I also didn't expect that in just one night, Hastings arranged so comprehensively that even his replacement came early in the morning.

However, as the chairman of the board of directors and the CEO of the company, he did have this right.

"Hello Wilson," looking at Hastings sitting on the sofa with his hands spread out, legs crossed, with a smile on his face, but not looking at him, Randolph felt that there was no need to say anything at this time.

Things have come to this point, and only abandoned women can still ask for the reason.

Actions are always more powerful than words.

"Nice to meet you, Wilson," he said, shaking Wilson's hand, "Welcome, but I won't congratulate you,"

Hastings paused for a moment, breathing heavier, Wilson was a little stunned.

"You'll understand soon," Randolph shook his hand off, "By the way, is that Carrera in the parking lot yours? It's well maintained!"

"Thank you, that's my dramcar," Wilson said, "I'm..."

"Okay, you guys chat, have a good chat," Randolph, who broke in, said just a few words, and simply turned around and left.

"Wilson, sit down," Hastings extended his hand to greet him, and said to the secretary at the door, "Tidy up Mr. Wilson's office as soon as possible,"

As for which office it was, it could still be that office?

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Randolph walked to the parking lot with his briefcase, greeting everyone he met enthusiastically. This was not fake, it was from the heart.

After the numbness, he also felt pain, but after the pain, he now entered the final stage, and in this stage, you will really feel very relaxed.

Because you find that at this time, you don’t have to worry about the things that you hesitated and weighed before.

At this point, what should I do, do I still need to think about it? It can be said that I really let go of my worries - I have to let go even if I can’t.

Isn’t it easy?

However, the employees don’t understand what’s going on? At this time, they already know that the co-founder of the company was suspended overnight, so why did he act so happy?

Is this another arrangement of the company?

Randolph drove his Prius out of the ordinary parking space, and even had the urge to whistle. After going out of the parking lot, he did not go directly to the main road, but went back to the parking lot in front of the company.

When he saw the car in Hastings’ parking space, he couldn’t help but say "Oh".

I’m so lucky today!

This car can be said to be Hastings’s treasure, and it witnessed another glorious moment of Hastings.

It was 1995. After his first company, Atria Software, went public and became the best-performing public company of the year, the photo of him leaning on the hood of this red 911 made the headlines of USA Today.

Therefore, Hastings doesn't drive this car very often. He was heartbroken when there was a scratch on the car body. Unexpectedly, he encountered this scratch today. But why didn't he drive Julia's Cherokee today?

Under the puzzled gazes of several employees passing by, he tried very hard to aim the front of his car at the sexy rear of the 911 in the narrow aisle, and tried to stay as far away as possible. He adjusted his seat belt, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and when the small Prius also made a "whoosh" sound, he released the clutch and hit it directly.

Immediately, the piercing roar and the sharp alarm of the car immediately enveloped the entire parking lot.

Those who were watching from the side, or those who were already in the parking lot and were driving to get in and out, opened their mouths into a big "O". What happened to Randolph?

Randolph was a little dizzy when he pulled his head out of the airbag, but he was just a little dizzy.

He was about to get out of the car staggeringly, bent over to check the results of the collision, and couldn't help but whistling.

The sexy rear of the 911 was now completely unrecognizable and scarred. It was really like a chrysanthemum withered and covered with wounds.

Not only that, the whole car was displaced by his collision, and the front of the car hit the front pillar directly. Not only did the bumper fall to the ground, but it was also crooked and dented in the middle.

Randolph gave himself a thumbs up. This collision was a perfect one!

But it was not time to be proud yet.

He looked at his Prius. It was indeed his beloved car. He was really proud and proud. It looked like he could hold on at least once more.

He quickly got into his car before several employees came over, started the engine twice, and the car started with a "hum".

He drove the Prius familiarly, dragging the bumper to his exclusive parking space, and followed the same steps again, aiming at the Carrera parked there, and with a "bang", he hit it again.

However, he was not satisfied with the result because the Carrera jumped forward and relieved a lot of force.

He tried the car dizzily and found that it could still be driven. He turned around with great effort and hit it with the rear end of the car amid the exclamations of the people around him.

"Bingo!" This time it's done!

Hastings and Wilson, who had already rushed to the parking lot in a very ungraceful manner, were equally shocked and angry.

Randolph had already climbed out of the car with the help of everyone. He was not seriously injured. He stood steadily and smiled and made a "V" sign to that side.

"Boss, I'll take you to the hospital," Susan squeezed over from the side.

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NEXTDOOR, Feng Yiping was listening to the report.

"Feng, in general, it's not optimistic," Cummins said.

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