mousepad-d2 Chapter 120 It seems to have opened the door to a new world
Chapter 120 It seems to have opened the door to a new world
——You must arouse his sense of crisis.
I didn't fucking let you hook me like that! ! ! !
Didn't you arouse the sense of crisis of that damn account elf like you, but Mark's sense of crisis!
Sean's whole body is broken.
He hung up Dustin's phone immediately, and began to call the airline to book a ticket in a daze.
What?The first class is sold out, and the economy class is also available, as long as I go to the sky immediately and fly immediately.
But it was too late.
Mr. Ma was already standing at the door of his villa.
'Is it too late for me to jump out of the window now? ' Sean looked around in panic.
"Sean, open the door." Mark called outside.
Sean looked again and found that although Mark was coming in menacingly, he didn't seem to have a murder weapon in his hand.
So, he mustered up his courage, held up the frying pan left by his girlfriend who didn't know which one was in the kitchen, and went out to open the door.
"It's the same sentence, don't slap your face." Before Mark walked in, he held up a frying pan to cover his face and shouted.
Mark looked at him with a look like a fool: "Why should I hit you?"
Sean carefully removed the pan, but continued to sneak behind the cabinet and asked, "Haven't you seen Facebook yet?"
"I see." Mark frowned, and asked directly, "You mean the message sent by Huaduo account?"
"Yeah, you're not jealous, jealous, or worried?" Sean asked in surprise.
Mark raised his chin slightly, sneered twice, and said in a contemptuous and indifferent tone: "Hua Duo will take a fancy to you? Sean, you think too much."
Yes, Eduardo doesn't like me, so at last there is no need to worry about Mark and I fighting hard.
Sean breathed a sigh of relief.
wait, no!
I want to have a face, a figure, a talent, a sense of humor, and money. Why does Eduardo Saverin look down on me?
For a while, Sean didn't know whether to be grateful or angry.
He once again felt that loving that brazilian boy was a natural way to restrain himself. He was a deadly enemy, so he didn't say anything.
"Since you're not jealous, why did you come to me?"
Finally regaining his composure, Sean curled his lips, threw the pan aside casually, sat on the sofa coolly again, and asked casually.
"Could you have some business in your head?" Mark reprimanded him solemnly.
Then, he asked with concern: "I heard that you plan to do something new with Fanning? Do you need my help?"
Sean was very surprised: "You still care about me? I thought you only had Eduardo Saverin in your mind."
Rarely, Mark was not angry, but instead showed a happy smile: "Sean, Hua Duo is never in my mind, he is in my heart."
Sean crossed his arms and poured cold water on his face coldly: "When he drags you down again, I think you will still be able to laugh."
"Huado will not hold back, he will not, and I will not give a second chance to make mistakes." Mark said firmly.
"God." Sean rubbed his temples impatiently: "I don't know why you must have him! Is Eduardo Saverin really that good? Even if he is a Michelin three-star delicacy, you can eat it fresh all day long." It’s delicious, and it’s delicious even after two days, but after a week, a month, a year, you’ll definitely get tired of it! What are you going to do then?”
Mark was almost pissed off by this description.
But he spoke quickly and immediately snapped back: "You are talking nonsense. Who can afford to eat at a street stall after eating three Michelin stars every day? Why can't I eat three Michelin stars every day? It will be greasy. Besides, I don’t just eat it in one way, I can steam it, cook it, stir-fry it, stew it, and when I get old, I can write an Eduardo one hundred and eight!”
Sean was speechless.
Mark continued to say sincerely: "You are my best friend, Sean, and my best business partner. I know you and Hua Duo can't get along, and I don't force you to get along, but... please don't look for it again. Hua Duo is in trouble, if you are upset, you can come towards me."
"Is this a threat?"
"No, it's a request."
Sean held his breath and said fiercely: "Sooner or later, Eduardo Saverin will destroy you! That damned Brazilian killed all your fighting spirit."
"No, he will make me."
Mark said uncompromisingly: "People's struggles are often driven by desires. Everyone has pursuits, and I am no exception. Do you know, Sean? When I was at Harvard, I wanted to stand on an equal footing with him. In terms of status, it is not a poor student who has no talent and ideas but can only ask for investment. However, when I have Facebook and can really stand in front of him, I have forgotten my original dream.”
Sean frowned and said nothing.
"Now, I've got him back." Mark said calmly.
Then, he announced domineeringly: "Facebook is mine, and Hua Duo is mine. Sean, just watch, I want career, I want love too."
At the same time, Chris was being mobbed by Facebook employees.
Lu Qisangwei is the No.1 female engineer employed by the company.
She has a round face, long black hair and an angelic smile.
But now, she no longer has a smile on her face. Instead, she leads a group of otaku engineers, forcing the website's external spokesperson into a corner and asking them one by one: "Do you know what is going on outside right now? Mark and Edward So much love and hatred, and where is the love of Sean Parker, the junior who got involved in the past? This makes us all very ashamed."
Chris was ashamed by what she said.
Although the order to ignore it came from Mark, the responsible foreign spokesperson still felt that it was all his own negligence.If he hadn't been unable to hold the scene, these messy scandals would not have spread to such an extent that they could not be stopped, and even affected the emotions of the company's employees.
So, even if the identity is one of the founders of the website...
With a guilty conscience, he was still forced to question by a small female employee, his face flushed red.
The dark-haired girl, however, felt no pity at the sight of his pitiful appearance.
She continued to accuse sharply: "Everyone in the world knows that our Facebook boss is in a crisis of a love triangle. Countless people ask us, who is Mark Zuckerberg in love with? Eduardo Saverin or Sean Parker ? Why did Eduardo suddenly confess to Sean today? This makes us extremely embarrassed..."
"I'm sorry..." Chris mumbled apologetically.
"This makes us extremely embarrassed, because, as Facebook employees, we know the news so many days later than the outside world!" The round-faced black-haired girl shouted angrily: "We shouldn't be the first to know person?"
"I'm sorry." Chris murmured an apology subconsciously again.
But then, he suddenly noticed something was wrong: "Excuseme? What did you just say? Why are you angry? It's not because of Mark's chaotic emotional problems, but because of... the delay in getting the news?"
"What do you think it is?" The black-haired girl showed a puzzled expression.
Soon, this girl with a sense of company honor continued to complain angrily: "Why is there no complete introduction in our Facebook hot news, which belongs to Facebook's big news? Do I have to go to this kind of thing?" Do you look for it on Twitter, Tumblr, MySpace? Are you ashamed? Are you ashamed?"
Chris's face was blank: "But, don't you think Mark's scandal has affected the image of the website a bit?"
"Please, Chris." The dark-haired girl said, "We don't know about the others, but in our opinion..."
She naturally pointed to the group of excited nerds behind her and said, "These guys are all admirers of Mark and Dustin. They can't get enough of Mr. Ma's jokes. I personally prefer EM." After all, when Eduardo Saverin invested in the boss, it was really a timely help. The website didn’t even see a frame, and it was just throwing money away. This is true love! If SM is too harsh, I It’s Sean. As for ES, it’s a cult within a cult.”
Chris had an extremely weird expression, as if he had opened the door to a new world.
The author has something to say: I haven't memorized words for a long time, and I spelled Excuseme, and I was afraid of misspelling it and looked it up again and again...cover my face.
The third year of high school was really the pinnacle of knowledge in my life. I knew astronomy from the top and geography from the bottom.