TSN—ME—What if

As Chris said, falling apart.

The ideological differences within Facebook's internal management have intensified, and Mark's monopoly has also led to a lot of dissatisfaction.

The conversations between old friends became less and less, as if in their lives, apart from their interests, there were only ideas that others disagreed with but they themselves desperately insisted on.

I was right.Everyone thinks so.Overdrive's success exhausted a few young men who were billionaires at a young age.

Sean stood alone in the empty lounge, and it took a long time before he snorted coldly: "A bunch of brats, tsk."

There's actually a follow-up to the party that didn't have an affair, a follow-up to Sean Parker and Eduardo Saverin.

Sean blocks Eduardo somewhere, and Eduardo is surprised at first, and then smiles, as if smiling has become his habit.

Sean pulled a smirk at him: "It seems that he can only show his fangs without the young master Mark Zuckerberg? Don't mind going for a drink?"

Eduardo gave him a meaningful look: "No."

It made Sean feel like he'd hit a ball of cotton with his taunt.

"You're weird." Sean tried not to sound annoyed. "You're annoying me now. It's like, it's not the way it should be, it's not right."

Eduardo's face remained blank: "Really?"

"So, maybe I should come to find the answer." Sean stared straight at the other party, hoping to force the other party to confess with his sharpness.

"Something's wrong and you're looking to me for answers?" Eduardo laughs.

"You can explain." Sean crossed his arms.

"Maybe you should talk about why you're asking me for answers first." Eduardo naturally didn't want to follow Sean's thoughts.

"From the first time I saw you, I knew that you were blindly impulsive and cautious at the same time, but you were still a spoiled rich kid with emotions written on your face, and you were incompatible with the courageous Mark Zuckerberg. You are not even on the same level. It is amazing that You are good friends. Your relationship is precariously maintained on accommodating and ignoring, if someone breaks the paper between you, it will be over for you. But until now, you have lived in peace." Sean said Describing side gestures, making explosion and closing gestures.

Eduardo shook the red wine in his hand, and smiled slightly mockingly: "Yes."

Sean froze for a moment, obviously this wasn't the ideal answer he wanted.

Eduardo looked up at him and asked, "Is that how you see me?"

"... Excuse me?"

"You know what I think of you? To me you were just an intruder who snatched away Mark. I don't care if you're mean or talented. The only thing I know is that because of you, Mark and I have a disagreement." , so I hate you. But it’s not. You’ve done more to Facebook than I have, even though you’re cynical. If Mark doesn’t have an idea of ​​his own, then no matter how eloquent you are, you won’t be able to convince him. That’s what Mark wants, he Maybe I thought about it before making a decision, but I lost on his balance and it took me a long time to figure it out."

Sean finds the conversation elusive, so now he's a listener?

Eduardo continued: "One day my dad asked me, Eduardo, what do you want? That was funny! He didn't understand, because I was no longer his good dog, I was no longer under his wing, waiting for me After he no longer valued his expectations, he found it difficult to understand. Once I acted like I didn’t want anything, I followed Mark, stayed with him, waited for him, and suddenly one day I realized that it wasn’t that I didn’t want anything Yes, just because I never got what I wanted. Mark couldn't understand it, and I didn't get to the bottom of it."

The index finger of his other hand tapped the table vaguely, as if he was calculating something and seemed to have done it unintentionally, "Sean, we are neither hostile nor friends, and your irritability has nothing to do with me."

Sean suddenly had the illusion that they might have been rivals once, and now the other was showing off to him as a victor.

The only thing that is certain is that the kid who didn't like him in the past is growing at a terrible speed. The other party's eyes are less impulsive and passionate, and more calm and aware of reality.

"So you ditched Mark Zuckerberg for the epiphany of what bullshit you had in your mouth?"

"Give up on Mark?" Eduardo shook his head, "I didn't, we're still friends."

"Great!" Sean rolled his eyes as if he had just heard the coldest joke, "You didn't realize it yourself! Poor Mark Zuckerberg!"

Eduardo frowned, he didn't like Sean's attitude, this attitude that seemed to know everything.

"what are you talking about?"

Sean sipped his wine and said, "You should go see him and see what you did to that socially handicapped self-righteous bastard."

Eduardo obviously didn't understand what he meant, and said, "Facebook is doing well, and Mark and I are still friends."

Sean looked at the young man across from him incomprehensibly, he looked far from the kid he used to be, the kid who wanted to hold Mark Zuckerberg in his arms and scare others to steal it seemed like an illusion.

"You have become like I don't know you anymore..." Sean frowned tightly, "You used to treat him as your own, but now you don't even want to see him?"

Eduardo laughed self-deprecatingly: "Mark is not my property, never has been." The red wine in his hand has never been touched, still shaking slightly, "May I ask you a question?"

"You said."

"It was a long time ago. When you were in Silicon Valley, did you ever hear a knock on the door? It was raining that day."

"Huh? What kind of nonsense question is this?" Sean suddenly shook his hand, "Wait! Wait!! What do you mean? I can remember it clearly because Dustin yelled that Mark didn't pick you up the next day, you He was supposed to be here, but he was obsessed and yelled that Mark should call you. Is that you?! So you really got here and left because I didn't answer the door?!"

Eduardo lowers his eyes, the overhead light casting heavy shadows on his eyes.

"That doesn't matter..." he said, his voice shaking violently.

Sean noticed his abnormality: "You?"

"I'm fine," Eduardo says, but that's not what his pale face says.

"Hey, listen, I'm sorry, I mean maybe I opened the door earlier...Shit! I don't know if that would change anything, I mean, I apologize if it's because of that, but don't you Blame me for your problems with Mark Zuckerberg."

"I said, it doesn't matter," Eduardo repeats, looking up at Sean this time.

"So you just suddenly figured it out and decided to leave him? Just because of a delay in opening the door?"

"Obviously." Eduardo shrugged with mock relief.

But Sean didn't believe this kind of nonsense, and still stared at him suspiciously.

When Eduardo got up to button his suit, Sean said to him, "You're actually in the same line as Mark Zuckerberg."

Eduardo pauses, "What do you mean?"

"You are both people who can put aside each other for your own."

Eduardo's hands gradually clenched into fists, and his voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat: "I'm different from him!"

"Aha, so, in your heart, you never thought of yourself as being like Mark Zuckerberg? Or are you just friends with him just to be a negative example or to show off your own advantages?"

"enough."

"Wow, now you know how to control your emotions? I thought you were going to throw a tantrum and beat me up."

"See you later, Mr. Parker."