Chapter 1076: New Goal

Once people share common ground, communication flows smoothly, and they may even become friends.

Clearly, the common ground between Zhao Fusheng and Sean Parker was their shared optimism about Facebook's future and their mutual disdain for Red Mountain Capital, which quickly brought them closer.

As for Zuckerberg, though a recluse, he maintained a high level of vigilance toward anyone coveting his website. Plus, since Zhao Fusheng and Sean Parker were bullish on his site, he was naturally pleased.

Unknowingly, the three chatted for a long time.

They even discussed that once Zhao Fusheng's investment was nearly spent, they would need to raise funds and bring in the next round of capital.

Sean Parker said he would handle that, as he was well-connected in Silicon Valley.

"Speaking of which, Mark, I think you should move the website to Silicon Valley," Sean Parker said earnestly, looking at Mark Zuckerberg.

Zuckerberg was somewhat surprised, but his gaze turned to Zhao Fusheng, clearly seeking his partner's opinion.

Zhao Fusheng shrugged: "I don't mind. I've said I don't understand these things; this is a matter for you two to discuss."

He was shrewd. On all matters concerning the website's development, Zhao Fusheng had no intention of voicing any opinion. In his view, he only needed to quietly play the role of a handsome man, letting Facebook develop along its previous trajectory, and then reap the rewards.

As for the issue of shares, Zhao Fusheng had long been mentally prepared for dilution.

The reason was simple: not only did Zuckerberg have a possessive streak over the entire website, but the U.S. government would never allow a Chinese person like him to hold so many shares in Facebook.

Thus, Zhao Fusheng had a clear plan: he need not appear too enthusiastic about everything related to Facebook, and should try to make Zuckerberg think he was just a Chinese guy who liked investing in the internet.

As for how Facebook would be run, that was Sean Parker and Mark Zuckerberg's concern.

When both sides act for someone's good, it's usually the outsider who gets hurt.

So Zhao Fusheng had no intention of getting too involved in Facebook's affairs, because whether he was right or wrong, it would eventually become ammunition for others to attack him.

Those not of our kind are bound to think differently.

This principle isn't just something we Chinese say; it's the same in the so-called democratic United States.

If Facebook developed well, they wouldn't appreciate it, because it was obvious Zhao Fusheng's investment would yield greater returns. If it developed poorly, the blame would fall on him, and he'd be mocked for meddling.

Therefore, Zhao Fusheng had no intention of participating in this discussion.

Seeing that Zhao Fusheng wasn't going to speak, Mark Zuckerberg sat there and began to ponder.

For him, this was undoubtedly a difficult decision, simply because it concerned the future direction of Facebook and his own future.

At present, Facebook was just a small team. Zuckerberg's roommates each had their roles, and he oversaw everything. Even with Sean Parker joining, it was still like a studio team.

But moving to Silicon Valley would mean officially starting a business.

In other words, they would need to register a company, and several of them would have to consider whether to continue their studies.

Zuckerberg had to be cautious, and he couldn't afford not to be.

Any choice that concerns one's future becomes immensely difficult and important.

After a long while, he looked up at Sean Parker: "Sean, I think you've convinced me."

Sean Parker laughed and extended his hand to Mark Zuckerberg: "Then, welcome to Silicon Valley!"

Watching the two shake hands, a smile crept across Zhao Fusheng's face. Witnessing history felt pretty good.

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It would be a few days before Sean Parker officially started. Zhao Fusheng naturally wouldn't meddle further. After having Dong Chenxi wire the money into Facebook's dedicated account, Zhao Fusheng and his group bid farewell to Harvard University.

"Why not stay a few more days?"

Dong Chenxi asked Zhao Fusheng as they sat on the plane.

She was puzzled. Zhao Fusheng had rushed here but hadn't had much exchange with Zuckerberg and the others, nor had he listened to their plans for the website's future.

Zhao Fusheng smiled faintly and said lightly: "Because I don't understand."

"Huh?" Dong Chenxi looked surprised, as if she hadn't expected Zhao Fusheng to say that.

He didn't explain much to her confusion, only telling Dong Chenxi that he wasn't familiar with the situation in the U.S., not even the Ivy League. Rather than pretend to understand and sit there listening to gibberish, it was better to simply pay up.

"Anyway, I've paid the money and got the shares. Even if they get diluted later, I'm sure it won't be less than ten percent," Zhao Fusheng said with a smile.

He couldn't guarantee he wouldn't face betrayal like Eduardo Saverin, but he was certain he was different from that idiot Saverin. In Zhao Fusheng's view, great achievements require ignoring trivial matters, and soft-heartedness was the most ridiculous. If Zuckerberg dared to play tricks on him, he wouldn't hesitate to be ruthless.

After all, Saverin didn't have the formidable backing that Zhao Fusheng had.

The only way to dilute shares was to issue new stock.

In the previous life, Saverin was ousted from Facebook because he had signed an agreement consenting to share dilution when new shares were issued.

But Zhao Fusheng wouldn't do that. Backed by Bangu Bank, he would never easily give up Facebook, the goose that laid golden eggs.

Of course, before that, Zhao Fusheng naturally wouldn't interfere with Facebook's development in the U.S.

Some things should follow their own course.

"Where to next?" Dong Chenxi continued asking.

Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and said: "New York. I plan to meet someone."

"Who?"

Dong Chenxi was taken aback. She hadn't known that besides meeting Zuckerberg, Zhao Fusheng intended to see anyone else in the U.S.

"Someone who's still working right now," Zhao Fusheng said with a laugh, but didn't tell Dong Chenxi the person's name.

Silently looking out the window, he was actually curious himself: would that man, almost on par with Zuckerberg, agree to his proposal at this time?