Bangalore, India.

Zuckerberg was still wearing an inconspicuous gray T-shirt and sat next to the window of a newly opened coffee shop, his hands flying, and lines of code rolled down quickly on the screen of his laptop.

Opposite the cafe, a building is under intense construction. Next to the two luxury houses with flowers blooming around the cafe, the roofs are dilapidated and can only be used to cover them with a few rain cloths. The yard is bumpy and there are also poor houses piled with all kinds of garbage.

There are no ox carts on this section of the road outside the cafe, and all kinds of vehicles are flowing endlessly, including various retro master-style taxis, some like yellow and black, and some like cakes. In addition, the side of the road is full of vicissitudes of face, gray beard, and worn clothes. It is difficult to push a bicycle with aged and mangoes on the frame. The old man who sells along the street can easily make people feel confused in time and space.

Zuckerberg, who was immersed in work, occasionally looked up and saw this scene. This is not the first time he asked the question "Where am I?"

But this problem has been solved before it evolved to "Who am I?". In the traffic, cars roared by from time to time. It was the unique style of sports cars. There were even Lamborghini, which made young people like Zuckerberg also tempted - this is naturally modern.

While figuring out this problem, he also had the answer to the technical problem he had just encountered, so he buried his head again, and lines of code scrolled quickly on the notebook.

His condition made the people next to him who were drinking coffee who were quite casually consciously lower their voices.

But not long after, he stopped again.

A middle-aged man who is still wearing a suit and ties in such weather, where construction sites and pits are everywhere in Bangalore, and his leather shoes are spotless, wearing a blue dress, his complexion is not too white, and his hair or makeup seems to have been carefully taken care of. The slightly proud Indian beauty stood by the table, smiled and called out twice, "Zuckerberg,"

Zuckerberg looked up and looked at the two people in front of him with a little dazed look. He asked the question in his heart again, "Where am I?"

The well-dressed middle-aged man took the initiative to reach out to him, "I've been waiting for you for a long time. I'm Bruce from LinkedIn,"

Oh, Zuckerberg then remembered that this was the Blues who called himself recently and also sent him a fruit basket, and the person he made an appointment to meet here today.

"Hello, please sit down," Zuckerberg did not stand up, and after shaking his hand, his eyes involuntarily returned to his notebook.

Then a hand reached in front of him again, "Hello, Mr. Zuckerberg, I am Ramishivani Gubuta,"

That was the female colleague who came in with Bruce. Although she was smiling at this moment, she still looked a little arrogant, and she wanted to write her shrewdness and forcibly on her face.

If Zuckerberg knew some of India, he would know that the surname Gubuta is the third among the four major castes in India. It is a common surname for Vaishyas after Brahmins and Kshatriya. Although it is a civilian who must pay taxes, it has always been different from those untouchables.

But Zuckerberg was not interested in this kind of thing at all. Although he was not very naive in front of him, he had to be above 8 points if he scored the score. He didn't even look at the master, and he didn't stand up. He grabbed it very sloppyly, "Hello,"

Miss Gubuta suddenly felt a little unhappy. What kind of man is this?

However, as Bruce smiled, but with the powerful eyes signaling, she still sat down quietly, but her mouth couldn't help but pout.

After saying hello, Zuckerberg seemed to have not realized that there were two more people next to him, and continued to focus on typing on the keyboard.

Such a voice may be pleasant to the coder, but it is obviously not for Bruce and his beautiful female colleagues. Moreover, the treatment is naturally not comfortable, and it is even a bit heartbreaking.

Although Bruce was a little relieved and even called three cups of coffee in a low voice, Miss Gubuta's mouth would inevitably pout higher and higher.

Finally, after about ten minutes, Zuckerberg finally finished his work temporarily, put the computer in his bag, picked up the steaming cup of coffee that Bruce changed for him, and took a sip, "Since we meet, just say anything,"

Bruce smiled, "Zach, just be so selfless about your work and be so efficient. Our LinkedIn must find the position that suits you the most," he said.

Zuckerberg didn't say anything, just looked at Bruce with his eyes, meaning that he had something to say. I'm really busy.

Bruce coughed, "Zach, I made a special appointment to meet you, mainly to explain to you how rare this position we offer is for you."

"I'm very satisfied with my current job," Zuckerberg interrupted Bruce before he was ready to render.

He is just a college student who has not graduated yet. He joined Facebook, the star of tomorrow that everyone is optimistic about. He has only been in a few months and has his current position. It is very good at all.

Bruce was not upset, "Indeed, your current job is very good. Facebook will definitely be a promising company, but we have to consider it later, right?"

"Career planning must start now, right?" Miss Gubuta interjected.

Zuckerberg was a little confused. In the future, as long as I straighten out all the business in India and put it on track, will my development be bad in the future?

"In order to save time, I can give you a rough analysis. Facebook, Mike is currently in charge. He is one of the first executives Mr. Feng hired in the United States. His status is hard to shake," said Bruce.

"It is Feng that has other arrangements for him, for example, to mention him as the position of president or vice president in charge of the United States, the one who is most likely to take over his position will be that he has spent a lot of effort to pick Ms. Sandberg, who has just been poached from Google, right?" said Miss Gubuta.

Zuckerberg keenly discovered that this colleague of Bruce always likes to end with rhetorical questions.

This made him feel a little uncomfortable because he felt that there was something high-ranking behind such rhetoric.

He pulled his T-shirt and grabbed his arm twice.

"That is, even if you develop your current Indian business and can be transferred back to the local area, the highest position you can hold is best just cto,"

"And we have also analyzed that if you are appointed as CTO, you must do a good job as the technical team founded by Facebook. After all, they wrote this product, what do you think?" Miss Gubuta ended in a different way this time, but the taste was still the same.

"But I think, even CTO, you won't be satisfied, right," said Bruce, "don't deny, I can see it in your eyes,"

These sophisticated headhunters are indeed very good at observing their expressions.

"So believe us, the position we recommend for you this time is definitely the most suitable for you. As long as you agree, you can join in the identity of CTO,"

"Although we all know that Facebook's future development will definitely be good, but there are still many uncertainties after all, but the company we recommend for you is now the industry leader, and you know this," Bruce further helped him analyze.

"We also believe that with Mr. Zuckerberg's talent and ability, CTO is just your start. If the development goes well, we believe that it is very likely that it will be a very high-probability event to become the CEO of this company we recommend for you before the age of 30. At that time, you will definitely be a new representative of Silicon Valley."

Miss Gubuta ended with a rhetorical question this time. Maybe she saw Zuckerberg remained silent and felt that this job was probably going to be successful, so she also tried her best to be fed.

"We just say that the salary and equity this job can provide you is at least twice as high as your current job, right?"

It seems that this statement is her habit.

But to be honest, she has never looked at me directly with the guy in front of her who is dressed in a sloppy, tasteless and rude way. She has no favoritism for me.

Zuckerberg spoke, and said what Bruce really didn't want to hear, "Did eBay entrust you to come to me on the initiative?"

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Chapter completed!