TSN—ME—What if

He was sitting alone on a bench under the shade of a tree. At about 21:[-] at night, a homeless man was lying on another bench not far from him, squatting at his feet a shepherd dog with a broken leg. , seem to be dependent on each other.

The weather is very stuffy, not as peaceful as the night, and there is a tendency for a thunderstorm to come, but it seems that it will be brewing for a long time.

Eduardo likes this state. Since a few years ago, he likes to sit alone and watch the outside world, thinking about it. It can make him forget the problems that upset him, and let him follow the track he wants. walked down.

Are you running away?

he asked himself.

That was never a question of a door.

Maybe he was angry for a while, but it was never a problem with that door.

The problem is Mark Zuckerberg, the problem is himself.

Eduardo started wondering a long time ago, why does it have to be Mark?

There are so many people, and there are so many better people in this world, why should he be Mark Zcukerberg?

He re-examined himself, and the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became.

He treats Mark as his own, as if Mark is Calvin, the Russian blue cat raised by his mother who is not very well-behaved and has a small temper. Eduardo has long been used to its rejection, because he knows that Calvin has that kind of character, so when it takes the initiative to approach, he is always elated, and he doesn't mind being scratched by its claws a few times.

He saw an immature self, a self who would only choose to escape after encountering problems.

The way of getting along with Mark is also created by himself. They don't have the trust and candor that friends need, and what they have is just accommodating and concealing.

Eduardo thinks of countless possibilities, thinking he can handle it.

But he had to admit, he screwed up.

"Facebook is doing great, Mark and I are still friends... Listen to this pale talk, you're a fucking asshole!"

He buried his face in his palms and muttered to himself, his voice sounded like he was blaming, but also like condemning.

Eduardo sits for a long time until the dullness finally loses its disguise, and the pouring rain is overwhelming, and he returns to the car with the help of the bodyguard.

His fund manager, Jack, called, screaming, "Eduardo! We made it! We did it!"

What did you do?

Ah, that project from before.

Eduardo rubs his temples, throwing some of that emotion away.

"You're fucking awesome! You're a fucking genius! You're gonna be a fucking Bill Gross! I love you!"

"That's your idol, not mine."

"That's the highest compliment I can give you."

"Okay, accept."

"You must attend the next party!"

"reject."

"Eduardo!"

"I hate that."

"We can design it as you like, for you, after the charity dinner in three days, you don't even need to change your suit! I'm so caring!"

"..."

"That's it! Bye!"

Eduardo's car takes a detour and enters through the gate on the other side of the estate, where the red carpet and the media are laid out, and he avoids that.

"I heard that Jack brought a hot beauty." Andy, who got out of the car in front of him, said sourly, "He even brought someone to show off in front of the media."

Eduardo straightened his clothes and buttoned his suit, walked over and said, "That's his fiancée, Monika."

"Damn, lucky bastard!" Andy got even more sour.

"Eduardo! Andy." Jack waved to Eduardo with his arms around the hot red-haired beauty. Several people of the same age had already gathered around him, "Our hero is here!"

Jack greeted the waiter to bring two glasses of champagne, handed one to Eduardo and said with a smug smile, "Ten minutes ago we made a bet on whether you would come, and you won me 10 yuan."

"Hi, Eduardo." Monika smiled.

"When's the wedding?" Eduardo asked abruptly.

"Ahem." Jack was caught off guard and choked on the champagne, "Hey!"

"Do you have any opinion on this common question?" Monika frightened her fiancé with her eyes.

"……No!"

"A lot of reporters gathered outside." Eduardo took a sip of champagne and raised his doubts. Given the scale of this charity dinner, the number of reporters was twice as many as expected.

"I heard that that one is coming." James leaned over to Jack with a mysterious smile.

"Who?"

"The hottest one recently." Andy reminded.

Eduardo is still puzzled.

"Brother, you should really pay attention to gossip, you are out of touch with the times, do you know that?" Andrew sympathized.

"It's amazing that a famous social network leader never shows up in public."

Eduardo shakes his hand and almost drops the champagne.