PS: 6K Grand Chapter~

After a brief meeting and dinner, Zuckerberg, Parker, and Moskowitz, who didn't seem to grow up, began to turn over Zacker's treasured game board and prepare to play a game, which was called to relieve pressure. Whether it was a computer game or a video game, Ahn Joon-hyuk was not very interested, and after watching them play for a while, he walked out of the slightly noisy living room with a bottle of beer.

Today's night is a little cold, probably related to the recent ocean current activity, Zach rented this room, located in the center of Palo Alto, a standard California-style building, a wooden main body, hand-plastered walls, and quite simple and bright lines of the two-story building. Outside the small building, there was a small lawn and a fence surrounded by shrubs, and when Ahn Junhyuk walked out of the door, the fog rose again in Palo Alto under the cover of night, and the breeze blew, and the coolness penetrated from the skin to the bones.

Sit down on the chaise longue on the wooden verandah, which is probably where Zach usually reads, and put two 16-page books on the armrests of the chaise longitude, flipping through them casually, and seeing that the word structure looks like Latin, he doesn't know it, so he just leaves.

In the room behind him, the sound of guns roaring in the video game was faintly heard, occasionally mixed with the howl of the three people who couldn't tell whose it was, and outside, the water vapor was wafting, the night was deep and the vast world, and the thick haze in the sky made people only see the distance of dozens of meters, except for the nearby fence and a few houses that showed the outline, and then in the distance, the field of vision was hazy, they filled almost all the space, surrounded and blocked here, like an island. The lights that may still flicker in the distance cannot penetrate, and the whole city seems to be asleep, silent, peaceful and peaceful.

After taking a sip of beer and looking at the changing fog ahead, Ahn Junhyuk was slightly distracted.

Since yesterday, I have been anesthetized by work, and I don't have much time to think about some things. In the leisure, it finally began to diverge. A faint melancholy crept into my heart.

Reason can be said to respect her choice, and if she wants to leave, then let her be alone and quiet.

But how can you not care?

I almost forget how long it has been, it must have been more than a year? Many times I got up in the morning. There was a girl who was stomping and throwing slippers. Bang on the door to wake him up. When he got dressed and opened the door, she leaned against it, sleepily nodding her little head. Then he raised his head abruptly, and in his helpless gaze, he pushed him into the bathroom.

Many times when I came home at night, there must be a girl with an apple or some snack in her mouth, trotting over to help him take out his slippers, and then drag him to the sofa to sit down, and chirp to him about the school and the trivial things around him.

And almost every time before going to bed, he would go to her room to see if she was still fighting for her homework, ready to scold her for being a "little fool". See if she has kicked the quilt and prepare to help her pull it on. Sometimes she would beg him to help her with her homework, and sometimes she would wake up in a daze, subconsciously hug his neck, shout "oppa", and then fall back into a deep sleep.

Morning light, lights, the silence of the morning that is about to break, the long tranquility of the night, with her life like this, the sun rises and the moon sets, I don't know when it became a habit, yesterday I obviously couldn't get through her phone, and I knew that she was hiding, but this morning, when my brain was still a little hazy, I saw the time, remembered that it was night in South Korea, and a certain information seemed to form a loop in my mind, forgetting yesterday's events, he subconsciously dialed the number again, ready to ask her if there was something wrong with going home, and the last time she had diarrhea.

Then he paused as he pressed the last number, and the memory of his waking brain came to him, and he sat on the bed, the soft futon slid down from his legs, and without the curtains being tightened, a beam of morning light shone in, and the clear sky reflected a dazzling blank in his eyes.

Yuna ...... Yuna ......

Whew-

Sighing and pouring out, this new day, depression accompanies it.

I remembered the night before I left, I didn't care about some doubts at the time, and now those pictures are turned out of memory again, and more pictures have emerged, some have faded, like a black and white TV full of snowflakes, some are still clear, but they have been covered with a blurred floodlight, but the outline is still there, a little bit of excavated clues, and the memory of that night, suddenly looking back, he seems to have done something wrong again.

She shouldn't have been allowed to live at home in the first place.

Lin Yun'er, I like him......

"Hey, are you thinking about the girl waiting for you in Korea?"

A voice sounded behind him, Ahn Jun-hyuk suddenly came back to his senses, turned his head, and Zuckerberg, dressed in T-shirts and shorts and flip-flops, leaned against the door with a beer, squeezing his eyes teasingly.

Seeing that it was him, Ahn Junhyuk's tense nerves relaxed a little, and he smiled helplessly: "No." ”

"Don't lie to me, I'm a psychology major...... Uh, well, I didn't actually learn anything, but a workaholic who was successful in his career and wanted to split it into two parts in a second suddenly sat here in a daze, and I think everyone knew that he was thinking about spring. ”

"Heh, can't workaholics get distracted?"

"Absolutely. Moved a small stool to Ahn Joon-hyuk's side, touched the bottle with him, and Zach smiled: "For example, when you want a lover!

Not bothering to pay any more attention to his banter, Ahn Joon-hyuk took a sip of beer, the faint smell of malt filled his mouth, the alcohol spread with the blood, but his eyes were clear.

"I have to have a baby. ”

"Poof!" Zach almost squirted out a sip of beer, his eyes widening, "Shit! Are you kidding?"

Ahn Joon-hyuk shrugged.

Zach was stunned for a moment, then took a sip of beer: "Damn.it! I remember that you are two years younger than me, and you already have a child?"

yes, already have kids.

Thinking of the unborn little life, Ahn Jun-hyuk, who temporarily left his troubles, had a warm smile on the corner of his mouth, and then turned back to silence.

already have children...... Just stop thinking about it!

He stopped talking, and Zach fell silent. The two big men sat under the breezy eaves, watching the haze of the night sky, sipping beer and only occasionally remembering the sound of bottles touching each other.

I don't know how long it took, after drinking one sone, Zach came back to his senses first, and sighed in front of the night sky, "Kid...... Man, while I can't imagine what it's like to raise a kid at your age, I'm sure you've thought it through, okay. Boy or girl?"

Ahn Joon-hyuk shook his head. "It's not clear. ”

"Shit, I thought I had given birth. He gave him a blank look, and then was quiet for a moment, not knowing what he remembered. Zach suddenly became excited. grabbed Ahn Jun Hyuk's shoulder: "Man." I came up with a great idea, how about making me his godfather when your child is born?"

Ahn Jun-hyuk was stunned. It took a while to react, shaking his head and laughing at his whimsy: "Mark, I'm not a Jew, and I don't believe in Judaism!"

"Who cares about those old antiques, this is our personal friendship, and it has nothing to do with religion and ethnicity! Besides, I just recognize your child as a godson or goddaughter, I don't want to introduce him to the Jews, the sectarian management here in the United States is not so strict, don't worry, and ......" said, his expression became solemn, "Ann, don't refuse, you have to think about your child's future, when he grows up in the future, if he wants to come to the United States to develop, there is a Jewish godfather, which can save him a lot of trouble." ”

Zach's words are not boastful, although not all Jews can achieve brilliant achievements, but in terms of the sparse number of this nation, its tentacles in the upper class of American society are really shocking, the famous Rockefeller, Rothschild and Morgan family, is Jewish, the current richest man in the United States, Bill Gates, the financial predator Soros, the stock god Warren Buffett is also Jewish, and of course, the future Internet giant in front of him.

It's a huge network of relationships that can be linked by religion.

Ahn Jun Hyuk was a little moved, although he never doubted that he could create good living conditions for his children, but as Zach said, he needed to think about the future of his children.

In the future, his career will eventually be entrusted to the next generation, so why not create some contacts for him as soon as possible?

After thinking for a moment, he finally nodded, "Okay! Mark, I just hope you don't teach him how to be a hacker." ”

"Haha

"Don't dare, as long as you don't harm my child!"

“Fuck.you！”

The two laughed for a while, Zach went back to the house and brought out a small case of beer, the pile of ice cubes emitted a cold air in the night sky, the wall of the cold bottle was filled with water droplets after a while, the faint light in the room crawled over, part of it was blocked by the wall, and the two people sitting on the eaves of the porch were buried by a faint light and shadow.

"Speaking of ideals, Ann, what are your ideals?"

I didn't expect him to ask this question, Ahn Junhyuk raised the wine bottle to his lips and paused, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

Zach didn't seem to think about his immediate answer, unimpressed by his silence, and continued, "I know that you are not sure about tomorrow. ”

“…………”

"This gamble is a bit big, and there is no certainty at all, even if I don't understand business and company management, I also know that such a major decision as the re-election of the CEO requires a long time to prepare, and this rush to push you to the stage is undoubtedly to roast you on the fire, the employees don't understand what it is, and the shareholders don't understand it. If you fail, you and I will be gradually marginalized in the company in the future - no one wants to listen to a ruler who has no authority, and this truth does not need to know management, and I understand it. You know, I like classical literature, and in those poems, every great leader has a vast and majestic story of victory, and those stories inspire people to worship them and be willing to obey their commands. ”

"I understood early on that a hero without victory is not a hero, but only a passing symbol in poetry, and we may become that symbol after tomorrow......!

He turned his head to look at Ahn Junhyuk, his eyes focused and serious: "...... Success or failure, I don't regret it, because I'm doing what I want to do, and I know very well that what I'm doing will push my ideals to come true as soon as possible, and I've always believed in the adage: as long as it's an ideal, there's no simplicity. Anything you want to do, it's very difficult! Because that's the pursuit, it's the thing that you and I tend to be most perfect, just like a fish always wants to swim faster, but the faster it swims, the greater the resistance of the water, and the more we do what we want to do, the greater the difficulties we encounter, because we insist on wanting it to be more perfect, but other people and society are not ready to keep pace with us!"

"Ann. I'm not kidding this time. I am a psychology student, and I know that you have a lot of knots, although my ability is not enough to enlighten you, and I don't want to say that any difficulties are temporary. Saying this, I just wanted to tell you. We don't need to care about failure. As long as our ideals are still there, and we fail this time, we can stand up again next time. Perhaps the increasing pressure can crush us. But until the last moment, you must not admit defeat!"

A gust of wind blew, and a string of wind chimes hung under the eaves of the porch rang again, looking at Zuckerberg with a firm and persistent expression, although he was dressed casually and his hair was a little unkempt, but his eyes still seemed to radiate light, Ahn Jun-hyuk was stunned in place.

……

……

Is this the ideal amount of force?

Time came late at night, the short party was dissolved, and on the way back to the hotel, Ahn Jun-hyuk's ears seemed to be still echoing Zuckerberg's words, and what shook in front of him was still his firmness and persistence.

He had never known that his pure spiritual power was so powerful.

Because looking back, he found that he had never had an ideal, or rather, that what he had was only incomplete.

This is true in reality or in dreams!

At the beginning of the dream, it was just forced by life, he did very hard and tiring work, earning a negligible salary, although he ran around in various scenic spots, he never stopped to see the scenery once, and opened the picture scroll of memory, the original life of "An Junhyuk" came in a hurry, hurried away, and there were always things that could not be done.

Until one day, he suddenly found that he was about to run out of money to hire a masseur for Jisoo, and the cost of the review was like a bottomless pit, and the frequent leave eventually made him lose his job. In the spring of the following year, he used up his last 10,000 yuan bill in Seoul and had to return to Jeju Island. That day, he pushed Jisoo to wander under the beautiful sunset peak, and on that small road, he did not see the sea or flowers, but looked at the high sunset peak, and did not dare to go back to the "home" where he had been in arrears for 2 months.

That's my fate?

This is the most common question that "Ahn Jun-hyuk" asks himself, and a week later, he went to borrow money from Jeon Byung-kook and pulled up his first team.

That path does not originate from ideals, he is just forced to live, he has to gamble everything, not a dream or a pursuit, let alone perfection, if that career peels off the shiny surface, it is full of maggots, I don't know how many souls and curses are entangled in it.

At the beginning of reality, there was no ideal, and the advent of the dream in 2004 brought only a young body filled with an old soul, just a lost person who had gone through the vicissitudes of prosperity and wanted to see the scenery of the past.

He picked up his sister's ideals and walked into SM, walked out of SM, founded J.H, and then developed J.H into entertainment, music, or more in the future.

But strictly speaking, every step he takes is not entirely for himself, about the belief in the future, being an artist is to pave the way for his sister's future debut, and the same is true for starting a company, at first he didn't think about getting bigger, some of the development plans about J.H are completely out of the greedy instinct of "Ahn Joon Hyuk" in his dream - expand, expand, expand again!

Then, there was the persecution of SK Group.

Without SK Group, J.H would still be living in the small office building of Apgujeong, and would not have been split, would not have removed the suffix of Studio, would not have begun to transform into a joint-stock company, and would have been ready to transform into a public company in the future.

If there is no SK Group, Ahn Joon-hyuk would still be a successful artist with his own office, a smooth acting career, and a little bit of fame accumulating and expanding, rather than a fanatic and business genius who dares to stand up to the Big Mac Group, and not an entertainment predator who can determine the pattern of the Korean record industry.

There is no real ideal in these actions, because there is no subjective inclination in every step, he just walks the path of others, and paves the way for them to overturn the obstacles and pave the bumps in them.

Looking back, where is my ideal?

Fulfilling my sister's dream is barely one, but it's almost complete. So what about the rest?

No answer......

The fog is hazy, walking on the street late at night, Ahn Junhyuk's expression does not fluctuate in the slightest, but his eyes are the same color as the fog outside, and he is rendered gray, misty, and cold by the night, and he can't see where the light is, so he can only walk gropingly.

It wasn't until he returned to the hotel that he woke up slightly. Then take off your coat. As he was about to go to the bathroom to wash up, a book fell out of his pocket.

The small 32-folio edition, with a simple relief fresco on the cover, has its name written in floral script - "The Aeneid". It was sent by Zuckerberg. It is said to be one of his favorite classical epics. The two Latin books he had seen earlier at Zuckerberg's house. One of them is it.

Zach said that he liked the hero complex very much and preferred the metaphor of rational politics in it. While it is largely a tribute to Octavian, the Roman ruler of the time, it also describes a mythological history that is recorded in the truth.

Putting it aside casually and going to the bathroom to wash up, Ahn Jun-hyuk originally wanted to polish the speech again, but opened the notebook, put his hand on the keyboard, and paused for a long time but couldn't type a word.

The head is a little messy, as if hallucinating, and many voices linger in the ears, some of which vaguely seem to be separated by time, and Zuckerberg's deafening confession tonight.

He's not an emotional person, and he's not good at dealing with such things, so he can't figure it out.

I was in a daze for a long time, I didn't change a word, and I didn't know what I was going to do, so I had to close the notebook again, and when I looked around, I saw the "Aeneid" again.

…… Let's take a look at passing the time......

He thought, so he picked it up and opened it.

This is a story about the hero of Troy, Aeneas, the son of Venus, escaped from Troy after the Greeks conquered the city of Troy, and because of the jealousy of the queen Juno, he was exiled to Carthage, and then under the guidance of God, he returned to Sicily and founded the Roman Empire.

Ahn Joon-hyuk doesn't know much about classical literature, but from the point of view of a simple reader, this book is said to be one of the greatest epics, it is really not entertaining, but there is a lot of great, bright, and correct didactic political language, and the image of Aeneas is pious, brave, benevolent, upright, and extraordinary, no matter what difficulties he encounters, he will always overcome them, and strive to build a new city-state.

That really made him uninterested, until he saw Aeneas and the Carthaginian queen Dido, under the manipulation of his mother, Venus, to escape the heavy rain and burrow into a cave, Cupid took out his arrow of love and shot Dido in the chest.

Love sprouts out like this.

But it turned out to be a tragedy.

“…… The sky acquiesced in their union, lightning flashed, and the Nymphs shouted in praise at the top of the mountain. On that very day, the seeds of suffering and death were sown......"

A god called Gossip brought this news to King Ibas who loved Dido, the child of Jupiter, and pleaded with his father why he had taken the woman in and the woman had rejected his proposal, and instead accepted Aeneas as her husband and co-lord and stole his fruits?

So the Almighty God ordered his other son, Mercury, to urge Aeneas to establish Italy, and Mercury put on the winged gold belt and flew through the sky and the earth to warn Aeneas: "...... What a shame that you have forgotten your destiny and another kingdom! The God who reigns over the gods has sent me himself to ask you, what are you going to do?"

So Aeneas was frightened, and he was going to leave Carthage and go to Sicily and Latium to establish Roman Italy!

He was so determined that Dido pleaded to no avail, and one morning he saw God, and he said, "Whoever you are, O God, we rejoice in obeying your commands, as we have always been, and we beseech you to be with us, and mercifully help us!"

The queen of Carthage saw his distant shadow and cried out from the watchtower.

“…… Poor, poor Dido, what kind of obsession has bewitched your mind?"

In despair, she coaxed her sister into offering sacrifices to the gods of her ancestors to bring back Aeneas, but she lit a fire on the altar that her sister had erected.

She drew the Trojan sword, a gift not for this purpose, and gazed at the clothes from Troy, and the bed that evoked so many memories, and wept and thought, and fell on the bed, and said the last words.

“…… I have lived all my life, I have walked the life that fate has given me, and my soul will enter Hades with dignity...... If the fleet of Troy hadn't come to my shore, I would have been very, very happy......"

She cursed her Carthaginian people to live forever and never with the Trojans to light the smoke and fire of war, so that they and their descendants would be forever sunk in hatred, and that the heartless Trojan who was far away at sea would be intoxicated with her fire, and that her death would bring him the omen of her death.

But her curse came to a halt at the end of the day, and she plunged her sword into her chest, and her sister wept and climbed up on the pyre to pick her up, trying to stop the red blood on her chest.

And she-

“…… Dido wanted to open his heavy eyelids, the deep wound in her chest, where the sword had stabbed it, and let out a loud breath. Three times she had to sit up with the support of her elbows, and each time she fell back on the bed, and she had tears rolling down her eyes, looking at the sky to see the sun, and sighed when she saw it......"

In the quiet bedroom, Ahn Joon-hyuk sat with his scrolls covered.

Zuckerberg gave him the book and said that he admired Aeneid, his tenacity and his great ambition to build that "Rome's Italy," a city immortalized in time and boundless in space.

Zach said that Aeneas was a hero, but he only saw a coward in these words!

A familiar coward...... (To be continued......)