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Eduardo came back from Singapore alone.When he was waiting for the plane, he had already heard some small exclamations and notifications of push messages one after another.He was holding a copy of Joyce's "Ulysses" in his hand, but he didn't read a word of it. His mind was floating above the airport terminal, wanting to see everyone's reaction to the news.

The reaction in the waiting hall was not enthusiastic, and the same was true for the first class cabin. Let him relax a little bit, which was also in line with his expectations. After all, it has been nearly ten years, and not many people will remember it.The two men in the back row were discussing the recent stock market changes, their voices were very low and their opinions were very clear. He listened all the way and gradually relaxed.

When getting off the plane, Eduardo followed the two men with his book and coat in his arms, looking for a chance to strike up a conversation. Just before he walked over, there was a commotion between the two of them. One of them The man's startled voice whispered: "Fuck!"

"What?"

"Hurry up and turn it on." The man who exclaimed just now replied to his companion.

"?!!"

"What? Mark Zuckerberg is out!!!"

Eduardo walked a few steps quickly with his books and clothes in his arms, while deceiving himself and comforting himself that the two men paid attention to this news only because they paid special attention to the stock market, but as soon as he reached the exit, his self-deception was all condensed in his stomach.

The world is full of media, and there are a lot of spectators in the back row. Everyone is talking, and the voice is extremely noisy. He doesn't recognize any of the big logos on the microphone handed to his mouth. The crowd is just like this. I can't even push it up.

"Mr. Savarin, is your relationship with Mr. Zuckerberg real?"

"Mr. Savarin, what do you think of the recent FB theft of user information?"

"Mr. Savarin, do you think Mr. Zuckerberg's announcement of your relationship at this time is suspected of crisis public relations?"

"Mr. Savarin heard that since the lawsuit, you have no longer entered the New York investment circle?"

"Monsieur Savarin, if the rumors are true and this is the first time you've been back in New York since the lawsuit—"

"Mr. Savarin, your lawyer said that you had absolutely no affection beyond friendship. What do you think of this—"

"Mr. Savarin, you have "Ulysses" in your hand, are you here to reflect on the current situation?"

"Mr. Savarin heard that you are no longer in the investment industry in Singapore?"

"Mr. Savarin, how do you respond to the tense relationship between you and Sean Parker?"

"Monsieur Savarin—"

"Monsieur Savarin—"

His name is all over the world. Eduardo was so bombarded that he didn't even recognize his own name. Only with the help of the airport staff, he walked slowly and difficultly through the crowded crowd.After finally getting on the elevator, he breathed a sigh of relief, watching the crowd at the exit below slowly dissipate, surrounded by three or five young people who were still discussing in place, sitting on their suitcases and playing with their feet, Grinning and laughing, he looked at them and showed his first sincere smile after returning.

Before, he was just like them, and he missed that feeling.

FB's PR called him, he looked at his phone, and after a long pause, he answered it. The reason they called him was to apologize to him. They said they didn't expect the news from the media to be so well informed, and they didn't expect FB either. Still has such great news value, and then they added that the car was waiting for him outside and asked him to look to the left.

He once swore that he would never become a person who only had money in his heart, but such a prudent vow only slowed down the process a little.

Just like just now, he could stop and answer one or two questions from the media with a polite smile, so that they would not return in vain, but he just didn't want to, he didn't even look at them with a blank face, because He wasn't happy, he was so anxious that he came from Singapore.

He can also talk nicely to FB's little PR, but he doesn't want to because he's not happy and doesn't want Mark to have a good time.

In the past few years in Singapore, he had a rare few years of good life. Singapore’s business and entertainment industries are very developed, and the climate is also good. The temperature is not low all year round. The real Sunshine Coast will not be cold even if it rains unbearable.

Moreover, those people in New York hate Singapore very much, thinking that it is an unpopular place, and he can walk on the streets at will without worrying about someone pretending to say hello.He is not accountable to anyone, or an example to anyone.

Sunshine in Singapore is open and forthright, if possible, he really wants to stay there for the rest of his life.

But he still has to come back, continue to face the bleak wind and rain in New York, and put on the world the perfect smile he packaged without a single gap.From now on, his days will be like today, tense and chaotic.

And the beginning of all this chaos was the video call between him and Mark a few days ago.In that call, Mark told him that FB has been criticized for stealing user information this year and is facing a very serious crisis. After many discussions with FB's public relations team, they decided not to deny or admit it. , Switch to the one that diverts attention.In order to achieve the best effect, Mark asked him to pretend to be a perfect couple who had suffered but remained true to each other.

Mark said that people are only willing to see what they want to see, and they don't care whether this thing is real or illusory.

He also said that in this society, money comes first, everyone knows the rules, they abandon their true love, but still numb themselves, it still exists.

He went on to add that because Eduardo has a very large share of stock, and the main component of his property is FB's dividends, if this crisis cannot be publicized, the market value of FB will skid and his property will also be greatly reduced. shrink.

Eduardo did not reply for a long time, and Mark increased the weight again, telling him that if he is willing to cooperate with Mark to finish the scene and let FB tide over the difficulties, he will transfer some of the non-dilutable preferred shares under his name to him. The price will exceed the value of the shares he currently holds, and it will be safer.

Eduardo considered for a long time, and finally chose to agree to Mark's proposal.

Not for anything else, just because the quote given by Mark is really exciting.

Then things went on like this. He reported to his assistant and came to New York alone, earning his 15 billion.

He shook his head, trying to get rid of all the negative emotions in his mind, adjusted his expression, armed himself with Eduardo's signature smile, and told himself that it was time to face reality.

FB's publicist stood in front of the commercial vehicle, waved to him, and called in a low voice, "Mr. Savarin", as if he might not find him.As soon as he opened his mouth, Eduardo recognized his voice. It was the little publicist who had just talked to him on the phone.

He also nodded, as a response to his greeting.

"Hello, Mr. Savarin, I'm Ilya, and I'm the person in charge of your public relations case. We will have many opportunities to meet in the future—by the way, please get in the car, the boss is waiting for you."

Oh shit.

Eduardo stood in front of the car door, stunned for a while, his expression froze, and he could feel a crack in the expression on his face.

He opened the door and sat in.

"Mark, long time no see."

"Eduardo, long time no see."

Then the two of them froze.Eduardo was uncomfortable because of his awkwardness, so he could only pretend to turn his head to look at the scenery outside the window, but this is a Mercedes-Benz commercial vehicle, and a thick light-blocking mold was pasted on the outer layer of the bulletproof glass. In the parking lot, there is nothing but cars.

Eduardo concentrated on counting the cars outside for a while, divided the cars into three grades according to the market price, and then calculated the relationship between the proportion of cars in each grade and the accumulation of parking spaces in his heart. nervous.

This is his usual method when dealing with emotions that he can't handle. Others use sex, and he uses arithmetic.On the plane when he arrived, he listened to the conversation of the man in the back row, and mentally calculated all the financial data of his company again.

"You can't do this."

Mark sat beside him and spoke abruptly.

"We will always be together in the future, you hate me like this, anyone with eyes can see it."

Ten years have passed, and Mark has not changed much, except that the hoodie has been changed into a trendy T-shirt with an unknown name, with a flying cat printed on the chest.

Eduardo stared masochistically at Mark, at the silver-gray notebook on his lap, at his fingers tapping away at the notebook, at his T-shirt, at his shoulders and neck, at the His dark curly hair, staring at the soft twists in his curls, staring at his face—

Eduardo's thinking was a bit in a trance, the number sequence was a mess in his mind, real numbers and imaginary numbers were mixed together, he was so nervous that his heart was tangled, and his back was unnaturally straight.

Churchill said that the only thing people have to fear is fear itself, and this fear will make your previous efforts go in vain.

Eduardo took a breath, it is really a very good way to face the essence, he feels much better now.

"Eduardo, you'll get used to it sooner or later."

"You're right—" Eduardo continued Mark's words.

Mark shifted his gaze from the notebook and glanced at him, not expecting that he could give himself such an answer.The car started to slow down, and they entered the downtown area. Through the thick bulletproof glass, they could still hear the hustle and bustle of people outside.

"Please just send me to the entrance of the Regent Hotel." Eduardo said to the little publicist Ilya who was driving.

"You don't want to stay in a hotel."

Mark's tone was steady, with a somewhat commanding tone.

"Where to go then?"

"my home."

Eduardo was about to be laughed at by his self-care. He turned his head and continued to say to Ilya: "Turn right at the intersection ahead, and the Regent Hotel is right there."

"I told you to go back with me - as soon as your plane lands today, the media in the whole city will know about it. If you want to sleep peacefully, you'd better not go to the hotel."

Eduardo was still a little hesitant. Although he couldn't see it clearly, he hesitated for a long time and didn't speak.

"What the hell are you afraid of?—or do you think you're going to live with me? Eduardo, I thought I made it very clear that there's only a contract between us."

"--OK then."

Eduardo smiled understandingly, looking quite calm, but only he knew in his heart that there was another gap in the mask on his face.

Ilya listened curiously to their conversation, watching the two of them surreptitiously in the rearview mirror—both of them stiffly, each turning their heads to look at the window as if there was a new world outside.

"I have moved out of my previous apartment and bought a single house in the West District. There are many rooms. You can choose the one you like."

"West End?"

"Yes, the law and order is good, and it's very quiet."

"Oh, so, that's okay."

Then the two of them had nothing to talk about, and the topic froze there.

"I heard that you stopped investing. How have you been in Singapore for the past two years?"

"I still do it, mainly doing fund management in animal protection organizations."

"The annual salary is high?"

"Okay, volunteer work."

Then the topic froze there again.

Ilya was driving the car in front, listening to his boss's conversation with his ears upright. He thought his boss was already taciturn enough, but he didn't expect that there would be such a day, and he would be able to see his boss leading a conversation of.

"I applied for a new FB account for you, and the account has been sent to your mobile phone, you can check it out."

Edward nodded, indicating that he knew

"Will this account be managed by a publicist in the future?"

"You can use it yourself, as long as you follow the outline given by the PR."

"kindness."

There was no sound in the car again, and Eduardo was forced to jump out of the car by the tense atmosphere, but he couldn't ask Ilya how long it would take to arrive, because he had just asked 5 minutes ago.

In order to divert his attention, he turned on his phone, logged in to the FB account that Mark gave him just now, and operated it familiarly.

During the years when FB quickly occupied the market, he also updated the software one after another as the version changed. He secretly tested it by himself, but rarely had the courage to go to the forum to see how mainstream professionals commented.

The moment I opened the account, my phone froze, and countless notifications flooded in, notifications for following, notifications for likes, various private messages, and various @.

The last time I experienced this popular taste was in college. When he was a freshman, there were countless party invitations and ambiguous SMS invitations from girls, but now everyone is crazy about FB.

Eduardo searched Mark's homepage, saw the long list of follow behind him, and felt that this world is really wonderful.

Mark, who was in college, was really a very unnoticed one among the tens of thousands of Harvard students. If you stare at him for a long time, you can even feel his paleness and shadow.

He's smart, but equally mean; brilliant, but equally arrogant; he favors the darkest parts of everyone and ignores the brightest parts.

In fact, ten years on, he doesn't look much different.

Mark had never been a very gentle and agreeable person in the conventional sense, not even a normal person, but his success masked this, making his arrogance and arrogance into personality and special.

Times have changed, and it has turned his cleverness into a new sexy.