Chapter 1077 Hello Evan

For men born into poverty, this world essentially divides them into two types: those with ambition and those without.

Not a few with ambition eventually rise to prominence, while those who die unburied are also common. As for those without ambition, contentment with poverty is merely an excuse for self-consolation; their true mindset is to sit in a well and look at the sky, glaring with red eyes at others living well.

After all, such people have no house, no car, no money, no woman—all they possess is so-called dignity.

But in Zhao Fusheng's view, dignity is something you must earn in front of others. After all, a person lives for pride, just as a Buddha fights for a stick of incense. If a person lacks even the courage to strive for a better life, then there is truly nothing left to say.

In a sense, the former Zhao Fusheng was exactly that kind of person. Now, he is striving to make his life a little more meaningful.

"Visit these companies one by one according to our plan," Zhao Fusheng said to Dong Chenxi.

Their trip to the United States had a purpose: the main targets were those internet companies in the startup phase that needed angel investment.

Of course, Dong Chenxi was responsible for selecting them; Zhao Fusheng actually offered no opinions.

To be fair, he really didn't remember that many famous companies, except for a few well-known ones.

As always, Zhao Fusheng was just a nobody, occasionally favored by heaven with a chance to start over. He had never thought, nor did he have the ability, to scoop up all the money in the world.

If he truly had that capability, Zhao Fusheng wouldn't have been destitute in his previous life.

"Okay." Dong Chenxi had no objection to Zhao Fusheng's instructions; this was her job after all.

However, she was still curious about whom Zhao Fusheng planned to meet.

"Near San Francisco, are you planning to go to Google?" Dong Chenxi asked Zhao Fusheng after thinking for a long time.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "What, find it strange?"

Hearing his words, Dong Chenxi nodded: "To be honest, yes."

Because according to their original plan, Zhao Fusheng had no itinerary to visit Google's headquarters.

Moreover, Google was developing very well now and wouldn't offer any opportunity for future investment.

This was a very practical issue. As an angel investor, the biggest problem was not anything else but how to find suitable projects among thousands worldwide to invest in.

In other words, you had to ensure that the funds you invested could at least recover costs, not turn into waste paper.

Why was Buffett so renowned? Simply because of his brilliant track record and high return on investment.

"Actually, it's nothing," Zhao Fusheng said with a smile. "I plan to meet someone who previously started a company, sold it to Google, and now works at Google as an engineer."

"An engineer?" Dong Chenxi was clearly surprised by Zhao Fusheng's answer, as if she hadn't expected his purpose to be meeting an engineer.

Knowing Zhao Fusheng, he wouldn't take the initiative to meet anyone without reason.

In other words, Zhao Fusheng clearly had some ulterior motive.

"Yes, his name is Evan Williams," Zhao Fusheng said slowly.

Dong Chenxi pondered for a while, confirmed she didn't know the name, and then said nothing more.

Zhao Fusheng smiled lightly and also remained silent.

Zhao Fusheng hadn't known the name Evan Williams before; he only vaguely remembered that this person had created Twitter. As for the specifics of his life, Zhao Fusheng had no idea. When he first came to the United States, he even wondered how to find this person.

Unexpectedly, when chatting with Sean Parker, Sean Parker actually knew him.

From Sean Parker, Zhao Fusheng learned that last year, Evan Williams had sold his company Pyra to Google and then joined Google as an employee.

For Zhao Fusheng, this was undoubtedly good news.

So he decided to visit this person in person.

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Unexpectedly, Zhao Fusheng thought the visit would be difficult, but he didn't expect that after submitting his visit request to Google, he quickly received a reply.

The next day at noon, he met Evan Williams in a coffee shop near Google's headquarters.

Even many years later, Evan Williams still vividly remembered this meeting with Zhao Fusheng.

Wearing a light blue shirt, Evan Williams, with distinctly Caucasian features, noticed Zhao Fusheng as soon as he entered.

There was no help for it; Zhao Fusheng was the only Asian in the entire coffee shop.

"Hello, I'm Evan Williams." Evan Williams came up to Zhao Fusheng and extended his hand: "I heard you wanted to see me?"

Zhao Fusheng smiled, stood up, and shook hands with him: "Hello, I'm Zhao Fusheng from China."

"China?" Hearing this, Evan Williams looked surprised, scrutinized Zhao Fusheng from head to toe, then shook his head and said, "Zhao, I think we've never met before, right?"

His memory was excellent, and he was one hundred percent sure he had never seen this young man from China.

Zhao Fusheng smiled and nodded: "Let's sit down first, shall we?"

"Okay." Evan Williams nodded and sat down opposite Zhao Fusheng.

"Mr. Williams, I'm sure you're curious why I came to see you," Zhao Fusheng said, looking at Evan Williams.

"You can call me Evan." Evan Williams smiled, his face full of sunshine: "To be honest, that's exactly why I agreed to meet you—because I really don't remember having a Chinese friend."

Zhao Fusheng laughed. This Evan Williams suited his taste; he wasn't the kind of pure recluse who didn't communicate with the outside world.

A person with a good sense of humor—communication shouldn't be too troublesome.

"To be honest, I'm very interested in the Blogger you created before," Zhao Fusheng said with a smile.

"That?" Evan Williams was a bit puzzled but still explained: "That's already sold to Google. If you're interested, you can talk to Google."

"No, no, no. What I'm interested in is the meaning that program represents." Zhao Fusheng shook his head and said to Evan Williams: "Don't you think we still have a lot to do in terms of real-time information sharing?"

Evan Williams frowned. This mysterious man from the East was really inexplicable; he had no idea what the other party wanted to do.

"Do you want me to cooperate with you?" Evan Williams looked at Zhao Fusheng, puzzled.

Zhao Fusheng laughed: "I think 'cooperation' seems like a better word, doesn't it?"

Evan Williams was taken aback. He suddenly felt that this young man in front of him was somewhat different from what he had imagined.