Chapter 1318 Hello Xiaoza

Harvard, Kirkland Apartments, Zuckerberg put his hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling motionless.

He had just finished watching the entire episode of The Charlie Rose Show without skipping a word. The original resentment and unwillingness were all gone, leaving him with only a deep sense of frustration.

Before this, as a guy with high self-esteem, he didn't pay much attention to Feng Yiping. To be honest, when Feng Yiping's Facebook was launched, he was naturally a little suspicious and a little angry, but that was it. .

As in history, he will have no idea of ​​the commercial value of this website, he just thinks it is cooler to do this.

I haven't finished writing it yet, but the other party has already produced a very perfect version, and the company that launched this website is NEXTDOOR, which he had learned from when he was programming. Although this is indeed a doubtful coincidence. , but if you think about it carefully, it’s not too abrupt.

NEXTDOOR's layout in the new social field must have been planned and prepared for a long time. Haha, I was so stupid that I even laughed at them and left this larger market alone.

But when Facebook quickly became a global craze, Xiao Zha was deeply jealous and very unwilling. This website should originally belong to him. These honors and the huge wealth behind it should also belong to him. my own.

But after watching the show today, he realized that it was an impossible task to steal the cake from Feng Yiping. His "Blue Ocean Strategy" was not written in vain.

He is only a few years older than himself, but he has already achieved such high achievements, and his opponent is already someone like the president of eBay. At this moment, even he has to admit that Feng Yiping is really more suitable for Facebook.

However, when he thought about the rapid development of Facebook, and when he thought about himself passing by such a huge achievement and the same amount of wealth, he felt that his heart was as cold as the ice and snow outside.

This was a frustration he had never experienced before. Compared with this, being rejected by the girl he loved was nothing.

Eduardo Saverin rushed in again. Seeing Zuckerberg in a daze again, he gave him a push and said, "Hey man, cheer up."

He put the bag he was carrying on the ground, "Quick, pack your things, we'll go to New York in an hour and a half,"

"What?"

"What to do? Of course we are looking for that Mr. Feng," Saverin said excitedly. "When I found out that he came to New York, I kept in touch with them and finally got a chance to meet him."

"Oh," Zuckerberg's eyes lit up and he sat up immediately.

"Man, the time has come to change our destiny," Saverin geared up, looking impatient, "Hurry up, we have to think carefully about what to say to Mr. Feng,"

"Edward, tell me, is such a coincidence really possible?" Zuckerberg took off the pullover he was wearing, put on another one, and asked the question again.

"Even some of the results that won the Nobel Prize may have been discovered by several scientists in different places. Therefore, my answer is still: Yes, it is such a coincidence."

"Don't forget that NEXTDOOR is the most successful social networking site in China."

Zuckerberg's hand paused, "Yeah,"

"But, I've been thinking, if we release it early, what do you think the result will be?"

"It will only make it more uncomfortable," Saverin said. "Don't just see that they are developing so fast and well now, and take it for granted that if we go online in advance, we can achieve the same results as we do now."

He shook his head, "You think too simply,"

"Even if they don't sue us for plagiarizing their ideas, do you think that with our strength and resources, we are capable of carrying out such a large-scale promotion in such a short period of time?"

"The current success of Facebook is precisely based on the strong strength of Mr. Feng and his company,"

"If we go online first, the result may be that they will also go online immediately, and then, while we are only promoting it at Harvard, their users will be all over the world again,"

"Our website is only the initial version, while theirs is at least version 2.0 or 3.0, with a better interface and more functions. Which one do you think users will choose?"

"Social networking sites, as you know, are valuable to us and to users. If we only have a few thousand users, but they have millions of users, then who do you think will log in to our website?"

"Do you think we will be more sad then? At least now, we can comfort ourselves that our website may also be so successful,"

It should be said that Saverin is really more proficient than Zuckerberg in terms of business at this time.

Of course, the main reason is that he does not have the same disappointment and sadness as Zuckerberg when a child is stillborn, and the depression and aggrievedness of dying before finishing the job.

That's why he can analyze this issue relatively objectively.

"You're right," Zuckerberg shook his head. "I just feel like they think exactly the same as me, and I've been chasing them."

"No, we thought exactly the same as them," Saverin corrected him, "Well, it's not bad now. After hearing about our experience, Mr. Feng is willing to have an interview with us. As long as we seize this opportunity, we can also There’s a big platform,” Saverin thought more broadly than Zuckerberg.

It should be said that the company under Feng Yiping's name is still very attractive to young men like them.

“I hope so,” Zuckerberg thought.

But, no matter how big the platform is, what’s the use? It’s not someone else’s.

But what can be done?

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Late at night at New York's LaGuardia Airport, Zuckerberg, who had red eyes but was in good spirits, was carrying his bag, and Saverin, who was yawning profusely, unexpectedly saw a man holding a paper sign with their names at the exit. People, "I am Saverin, who are you?"

"Hello, I'm Jack, the limousine driver at the Waldorf Astoria Hotel,"

This was really beyond their expectations. They originally wanted to spend the night at a hotel near the airport and then take a car to attend the appointment tomorrow, but now a car was arranged to pick them up.

Judging from this posture, they must have arranged a room for them at the Waldorf Astoria Hotel. It was a Waldorf Astoria, a Waldorf Astoria that they could not afford at this time.

"So thoughtful?" Zuckerberg would be a little flattered.

"That's a good thing," Saverin said excitedly. "This shows that Mr. Feng attaches great importance to us."

Pay attention to? Well, in any case, it is always a good thing to be valued by a world-renowned rich man, and Zuckerberg, who has been languishing these days, is also a little happy.

As expected, rooms were arranged for them at the Waldorf Astoria Hotel. Amidst the novelty and Saverin's bold statement that "he must have his own private room here in the future," the two young people fell asleep.

It felt like he hadn't slept for long. Zuckerberg was woken up by a knock on the door. He opened the door sleepily and saw a young man standing at the door, "Hello Mr. Zuckerberg, I'm Jacob,"

It was Jacob who accompanied Feng Yiping to New York for the first time. "Sorry to bother you, there are some temporary changes to the schedule. I will take you two to see Mr. Feng in half an hour,"

Zuckerberg checked the time and saw that it was only 7:30. The original appointment was to meet at 9 in the morning. Saverin also woke up and ran out in his pajamas, "No problem, thank you."

"See you in the lobby then," Jacob said goodbye with a smile, "By the way, there's no need to have breakfast, Mr. Feng has already made preparations."

More than 20 minutes later, they saw Jacob again in the lobby, and then got into the courtesy car again, with the same driver named Jack.

While Saverin was chatting with Jacob, Zuckerberg looked out the window and was surprised to find that not only were they in the same car, but they also seemed to be taking the same route, "Are we going to the airport?"

"Yes, Mr. Feng will meet you two on his plane," Jacob said with a smile.

airplane? Zuckerberg glanced at Saverin and saw the same look on his face. Why did the Waldorf Astoria last night and the private business jet this morning feel so unreal?

It was still LaGuardia Airport. They drove directly to a business jet that was stunning at first sight. As soon as Zuckerberg stepped into the cabin, he saw Feng Yiping, who looked younger than on TV. Standing up from his seat, he smiled and stretched out his hand, "Hello!"