Chapter 1829 Headhunting

Bangalore, India.

Zuckerberg, still wearing an inconspicuous gray T-shirt, sat at a window seat in a newly opened coffee shop, his hands flying, lines of code scrolling down rapidly on the screen of his laptop.

Opposite the coffee shop, a building was under intense construction, and next to the two mansions surrounded by flowers next to the coffee shop, there were slum houses with tattered roofs that could only be made up with a few rain sheets, potholes in the yard, and various garbage piled up.

There were no bullock carts on this section of the road outside the coffee shop, but various vehicles were constantly flowing, including various retro and old-fashioned taxis, some yellow and black like bees, and some white like cakes. In addition, the old man with a vicissitudes of life, gray beard, shabby clothes, struggling to push a bicycle that was also old and hung with mangoes on the frame, selling it on the street, it is easy to feel confused in time and space.

Zuckerberg, immersed in his work, occasionally looked up and saw such a scene. It was not the first time he asked the question "Where am I?"

But this question was solved before it evolved to "Who am I?" In the traffic, cars roared past from time to time, which was the unique style of sports cars. Among them, there was even a Lamborghini that made young people like Zuckerberg excited - this was naturally modern.

While figuring out this problem, he also had an answer to the technical problem he just encountered, so he buried his head again, and lines of code were scrolling quickly on his notebook.

His state made those people who were originally drinking coffee leisurely around him consciously lower their voices.

But not long after, he stopped again.

A middle-aged man who was still dressed in a suit in such weather, and whose shoes were spotless in Bangalore, a place full of construction sites and potholes, was accompanied by a slightly proud Indian beauty wearing a blue suit, whose skin was not too white, and whose hair and makeup seemed to be carefully taken care of. He stood by the table and called out twice with a smile, "Zuckerberg,"

Zuckerberg looked up and looked at the two people in front of him in a daze, and once again asked the question in his heart, "Where am I?"

The neatly dressed middle-aged man took the initiative to extend his hand to him, "Sorry to have kept you waiting, I'm Bruce from LinkedIn,"

Oh, Zuckerberg remembered that this was the Bruce from LinkedIn who had called him frequently recently and sent him a fruit basket, and he was the person he had arranged to meet here today.

"Hello, please sit down," Zuckerberg did not stand up, and after shaking hands, his eyes involuntarily returned to his notebook.

At this time, a hand was extended in front of him again, "Mr. Zuckerberg, hello, I am Ramishvani Gubta,"

That was the female colleague who came in with Bruce. Although she was smiling at this time, she still looked a little proud, and she wanted to write her shrewdness and strength on her face.

If Zuckerberg knew a little about India, he would know that the surname Gubta is the third of the four major castes in India. It is a common surname of Vaishya after Brahmins and Kshatriyas. Although it is a civilian who must pay taxes, it has always been a world of difference from those untouchables.

But Zuckerberg has no interest in such things at all. He has no interest in the beauty in front of him, who is not very white, but if she is scored, she must be above 8 points. He didn't even look at the owner of the hand, nor did he stand up. He shook it very carelessly, "Hello,"

Miss Gubta was immediately a little unhappy. What kind of man is this?

However, under Bruce's smiling but powerful eyes, she still sat down quietly, but her mouth couldn't help pouting.

After saying hello, Zuckerberg seemed not to realize that there were two more people beside him, and continued to type on the keyboard with full concentration.

Such a sound may be pleasant to coders, but it is obviously not for Bruce and his beautiful female colleague, and this treatment is naturally not comfortable, and even a little heartbreaking.

Although Bruce was somewhat at ease and quietly ordered three cups of coffee, Miss Gubuta's mouth was inevitably pouting higher and higher.

Finally, after about ten minutes, Zuckerberg finally finished the work at hand temporarily, put the computer in his bag, picked up the steaming cup of coffee that Bruce had changed for him, and took a sip, "Since we meet, let's talk about anything,"

Bruce smiled, "Zuck, just because of your selfless attitude at work and your efficient habits, we at LinkedIn must find a position that suits you best,"

Zuckerberg didn't say anything, just looked at Bruce with his eyes, meaning that if you have something to say, just say it, brother is really busy.

Bruce coughed, "Zuck, I made a special trip to meet you, mainly to explain to you how rare this position we offer is for you,"

"I am very satisfied with my current job," Zuckerberg interrupted Bruce before he was about to exaggerate.

He is just a college student who has not graduated yet. He has joined Facebook, a rising star that everyone is optimistic about, and it has only been a few months. He has the current position, which is very good in any way.

Bruce was not annoyed, "Indeed, your current job is very good. Facebook will definitely be a very promising company, but we must consider the future, right?"

"Career planning must start now, right?" Miss Gubta interrupted.

Zuckerberg was a little confused. In the future? As long as I can sort out all the business in India and get it on track, will my development be bad in the future?

"In order to save time, I can give you a rough analysis. Facebook is currently in charge of Mike. He is one of the first executives hired by Mr. Feng in the United States. His position is difficult to shake," Bruce said.

"Even if Feng has other arrangements for him, for example, he is promoted to the position of president or vice president in charge of the US business, the most likely person to take over his position will be Ms. Sandberg, who he just poached from Google with a lot of effort, isn't it?" Miss Gubta said.

Zuckerberg keenly discovered that Bruce's colleague always likes to end with a rhetorical question.

This made him a little uncomfortable, because he felt that there was some condescending meaning behind such a rhetorical question.

He pulled his T-shirt and scratched his arm twice.

"That is, even if you develop the current business in India and can be transferred back to your home country, the highest position you can hold is CTO at best,"

"And we have also analyzed that if you are appointed as CTO, you must do a good job in the technical team that founded Facebook. After all, they wrote this product. What do you think?" Miss Gubta ended in a different way this time, but the taste was still the same.

"But I think you won't be satisfied even if you are CTO, right," Bruce said, "Don't deny it, I can see it in your eyes,"

These experienced headhunters are really good at observing words and expressions.

"So believe us, the position we recommend to you this time on LinkedIn must be the most suitable for you. As long as you agree, you can join as CTO,"

"Although we all know that Facebook's future development will definitely be good, there are still many uncertainties, but the company we recommend to you is already a leader in the industry, and you know this," Bruce further helped him analyze.

"We also believe that with your talent and ability, Mr. Zuckerberg, CTO is just your starting point. If things go well, we believe that before the age of 30, you will become the CEO of the company we recommend to you. By then, you will definitely be the new representative of Silicon Valley."

Miss Gubta did not end with a rhetorical question this time. Perhaps she saw that Zuckerberg had been silent and felt that this job was likely to succeed, so she also tried her best.

"Let's say that in terms of the salary and equity that this job can provide you, it is at least twice as high as your current job, isn't it?"

It seems that this kind of statement is her habit.

But to be honest, she has a very bad impression of this sloppy, tasteless, and impolite guy in front of her - he has never even looked at me straight in the eye.

Zuckerberg spoke, but what he said was what Bruce didn't want to hear, "Did eBay ask you to find me?"