As for how to convince Ahn Junhyuk, Zuckerberg thought about it all night, the changeable summer weather on the West Coast did not bring much sunshine to California, about early in the morning, the dense fog spread from San Francisco Bay to the surrounding area, the rich water vapor seemed to soak the sky, the stars faded, and under the blurred moonlight, white clouds gradually pulled a thick curtain on the sky.

When the morning dawn dawned and the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco floated in the clouds again, a light rain began to fall in Palo Alto, and the wind blew from the bay, and the gauze of fog and rain swirled, swayed, and churned with the wind.

This made Zuckerberg a little melancholy, because he didn't think of a good way to do it that night, and he didn't have a good way to deal with the next trip to the company to continue to suffer from the board's lobbying bombardment.

"Damn it!"

Coming to the company's headquarters, in front of an ordinary small building near Stanford, wearing a simple T-shirt and slippers, Zuckerberg wandered for a moment like a college student on a walk, kicked the garbage can in frustration, and then walked through the door of the small building that he increasingly did not want to step through.

Normally, Breyer and Tyre, the two most active people in the sale of the company, would mostly wait in the engineer's office area on the second floor, mainly because his office had moved to the engineer's office area since the takeover...... How to say it. None of the desks had cubicles, the workbenches were cluttered together, the walls were covered in graffiti, and the lounge area was full of game consoles and DVDs, as well as leftover drinks and snacks.

Occasionally, people skateboard through the walkway, and even if they don't, most of them are wearing slippers or even bare feet.

All kinds of scenes make Breyer and Tyre, who are used to the formalization of the company, always unbearable. Zach moved his office back here. I didn't mean to avoid the two of them, but unfortunately it didn't seem to have much effect.

Today, they are still here.

"Hey, Zach!"

Step into the office area on the second floor. Let one step on a skateboard. Greeting the engineer who slipped past him in good morning. In the distance, Breyer and Tyre, who were out of step with the atmosphere of the office area, beckoned to each other as if they had seen a savior.

“Shit！”

Cursed in a low voice. But Zuckerberg walked over and greeted him with a smile that he thought was sincere, "Hey, Jim, Pete, how are you feeling today? It's raining again in Palo Alto, did you get wet on your clothes when you came......?"

While gagging with some gibberish, Zach squeezed his eyes as usual, fearing that he would be forced to be alone and asked him to pull them away.

But today, his idea fell through.

Breyer and Thiel hugged him out of the office and into the conference room on the third floor, where he said:

"No matter how serious the rain damage is, it can't be more urgent, Zach, you've been thinking about it for a long time, and now you have to give us a clear answer - how are you thinking about it?"

His expression was serious, and his short yellow hair was slightly curly against his scalp, giving his forehead a smooth and greasy appearance, adding a hint of urgency to his demeanor.

Breyer, who also had a straight face, sat opposite Zuckerberg, raised his chin slightly, and his broad face became acerbic and aggressive because of this action: "That's right, Zach, you've been thinking about it for too long, we all know that this is Facebook's only chance not to die in obscurity, $1 billion, how many companies in the whole of Silicon Valley can give $1 billion? And how many companies are willing to give more like Yahoo? I repeat, this is the only chance, Zach!"

Zuckerberg didn't know what to say, a smile on his face faded, and his brow furrowed in thought.

"Jim, you have to understand ......"

"Understand, your ideals, Zach, wake up!" Breyer interrupted him mercilessly, "the workplace network has failed, your open enrollment plan has become the laughing stock of Silicon Valley, and what do those people have to say? They call Facebook a toy to satisfy the sexual hunger of college students!" If we delay any longer, Facebook will be completely destroyed because of the ridicule of Silicon Valley and the disdain of white-collar workers, and not only will we not be able to recover our investment, but your ideals will also become a pile of shit, and no one will want to get close, they will cover their noses and hide far away!"

Hearing Breyer describe his ideals as shit, Zuckerberg clenched his fists, but after a moment, he slowly let go.

He can't blame the investors, because Breyer is telling the truth, and if this continues, one day, Facebook will become a stinky shit that no one cares about.

But this feeling is undoubtedly very unpleasant, after a pause, Zuckerberg, who took a deep breath, suppressed his temper and patiently explained: "Jim, I know that the failure of the workplace network has disappointed everyone, but the open registration strategy is not only this time, once it fails, we can try again, and we can always find a good way......"

Before he could finish speaking, Breyer sneered, "How long will you be looking for?"

Zuckerberg was dumbfounded.

The reasons for the failure of the workplace network are still being analyzed, and the planning department took into account at the beginning that Facebook's playful style for college students will probably not be favored by white-collar workers, so many parts of the workplace network refer to the more successful Myspace in this field, but I don't know what it is, but white-collar workers are not interested in it at all.

How could he possibly answer a question that had not yet been answered?

Opposite, Breyer and Tyre looked at each other, and then, Breyer shook his head, "You've disappointed me, Mark!"

“…………”

"I used to appreciate your ideals very much, and I remember the first time we met. You told me about the future of human communication, and I couldn't help myself, but times didn't go the way you thought. He spread his hands, his expression a little helpless, "Or rather, times are already changing, but the place of change is not Facebook, but maybe Myspace, or the younger Bebo." Or whatever. Your ideals are dying. Zach, I'm sorry, we can't stay with you on this shipwreck......"

The lights in the conference room were dim, and Zuckerberg looked up. Micro curly under short hair. His expression was a little stunned. Immediately after, Sisi suddenly and anger came to the surface.

Breyer stood up, calmly buttoning up the opening of his suit that had been untied when he was impatient. He looked down at Zuckerberg and said word by word:

"If you don't agree to the sale, then I have no choice but to apply for a shareholders' meeting in the name of the majority shareholder to decide the right to execute our shares through a shareholder vote...... Zach, I'm sorry!"

“…… What do you mean?"

Zuckerberg stood up.

Breyer looked back at him calmly, as if he didn't see the anger in his eyes at all, "I represent me personally, on behalf of Axel, plus Pete, and Greylock's Sze, we are going to hold a shareholder meeting, Zack, you don't want to sell, you want to sink with this rotten ship, it's okay, that's your business, we don't have to interfere, so, don't blame us for kicking you away!"

Time at this moment, as if slipped back to two years ago.

For a moment, Zach thought he was still sitting at the dining table, and saw his friend Sean receive a phone call, and the smile that was originally a joke was replaced by paleness.

Painful and dazed, the spoon in his hand fell on the plate, and the spilled soup was dripping.

Sean growls loudly into the phone, even pleading faintly, but in the end, the only thing he can do is to slam the phone hard, yelling "Fuck", and then not long after, because he can't afford to pay the rent, he moves out of the house.

…… Is that a reflection of my future......

I don't understand, I can't understand, my head is very confused, I think a lot for a while, and I don't seem to think about anything.

It wasn't until I didn't know how long later I raised my head again and looked at the two people in front of me who had been saying that I supported me and talked freely about the future of the company with me, and a complex feeling of both familiarity and strangeness came to my heart.

…… I've come to this point......

Although reason told him that even if a shareholder meeting was held with the support of Sean and Dustin (Moskowitz), he would not necessarily be in a weak position at the meeting, and it was even very likely that a confrontation situation would form.

But the situation has developed to the point of forcing the palace, which itself represents a certain tendency.

For example, the position of those veteran employees within the company.

If they hadn't won their support, they had only been lobbying, and it seemed that Breyer and Tyre, who had never thought of tearing their faces, would not have had a showdown at this time.

Maybe I've really hesitated for too long.

His mind was filled with frustration, looking down at Breyer, who was looking down on him, Zuckerberg's sometimes confused, sometimes clear brain was running wildly, thinking about what kind of danger he and Facebook would face if they did hold a shareholder meeting.

It was almost complete darkness in front of the eyes.

"Give you another day to think about it. Looking at Zuckerberg's gradually pale face, Breyer said expressionlessly, "We've been working together for a long time, and I hope we can all end this honeymoon period happily instead of making a fuss at the end of the day, do you understand?

"I ......"

Zuckerberg's lips twitched, and he was about to say something when there was a knock on the door.

The abrupt voice made the entire conference room shrouded in a strange atmosphere seem to tremble, and the three of them looked at the door in amazement, the difference was that Zuckerberg's eyes were confused, and Breyer was obviously a little annoyed.

He was about to break Zack's will and force him to agree, damn it!

"Who's knocking on the door!" he roared, "I wonder if we're in a meeting?"

Click!

The door to the conference room opened, and outside, a young white girl cautiously turned her body sideways, revealing a tall figure behind her: "Sorry, Mr. Breyer, but ......"

Before the girl could finish her explanation, the figure walked in and said with a smile, "I'm sorry to interrupt, but it's ......" He looked around, then walked over to Zuckerberg and sat down, "...... I seem to be able to attend this meeting as well, hey, Mark, look at your face is not very good, did you write another night of code last night?"

In the suspicious gaze of Breyer and Tyre, beside him, Mark, who was originally pale, almost lit up a pair of eyes the moment he saw this figure sitting next to him. (To be continued......)

PS: In the morning, the news of Yun'er's love was still in Xinyang, and when I first heard it, I thought that the people in the group were joking, and then I took the time to check it before I realized that Lu Dao was true.

But I don't care about this kind of thing.,It's not a blessing mentality or anything.,But I've long understood that sooner or later there will be such a day.,There's no need to be sad about something that's almost certain.,Compared to reality,,I'm more invested in the characters in the book.,So,This news doesn't affect me.,Don't worry about me being stimulated or something.,Reality is reality.,Novels are novels.,How to go about the outline plot.,How will I continue to write in the future.,Although it's a dick.,But at least in this book I have the final say.,And reality for me is almost equal to another novel written by someone else.,How does it change.,Do my shit.,I will still like whoever I like.,Who should write will still write. That's it~

In addition, thank you for July, Ermao, and Soul's redness, and especially congratulations to Soul for becoming the 15th league in this book!