Rebirth of the 92 Business Tycoon

Although the contradictions and differences can no longer be concealed and the cracks are clearly visible, life has to go on.

After the rain at night, the air in Silicon Valley is fresh, but Randolph is still a little bit unconscious on the way to work.

He still heard a lot of what his wife said, so last night was another night of tossing and turning.

Now, the facts are very clear. My partner for many years can be said to be very clearly standing on the opposite side of the company. However, do I want to do what my wife said, and talk to some people on the board of directors first. Helping Feng Yiping clear some obstacles so that he can negotiate an acquisition, he really can't make up his mind.

Doing that to Hastings is somewhat similar to shooting in the back, he really can't do it now.

Although some of his wife's words made him feel a little moved, he repeatedly warned himself to be professional, to treat each other with sincerity, and it is not easy to work together for so many years. Don't be influenced by some bad emotions.

What the buddy who smoked together yesterday said, it is really good to have such a like-minded buddy, and he deeply believes that it is really rare to have a buddy like Hastings.

When he arrived at the company, he finally made up his mind, let's look at the development of the situation first, he adopted such a negative strategy, to put it bluntly, still cherish the relationship with Hastings.

The front door of the company in the morning is still lively as always. Every time he sees the employees rushing into the office building in twos and threes, Randolph always feels better.

Randolph, who was in a lighter mood, drove into the parking lot and drove to his own parking space, yo, there is a car, or a Porsche Carrera.

Really, these days driving always thinks about things, and the parking spaces are all wrong. This is not good, Randolph shakes his head and laughs at himself.

He drove the car straight and glanced at the number of the parking lot in front, C4, then this is C5, what's wrong? Who is parking the car?

Randolph was really annoyed at this time.

In Silicon Valley, other conditions for executives, such as offices, may be similar to those of ordinary employees, but they have the same treatment, which ordinary employees do not have, that is, exclusive parking spaces.

In Silicon Valley, driving a luxury car is not a status symbol, but an exclusive parking space is really a status symbol to a certain extent.

Here, almost everyone drives to work. Underground garages are generally not built. Every company’s parking lot is naturally overwhelmed and in short supply. Many employees’ cars, including some executive cars that joined later, had to park. To the surrounding parking lot.

Not every company arranges employees to park on their behalf, so after parking in those parking lots, you have to walk a long way on your legs to get to the company.

That feeling is definitely not good.

Therefore, there is no shortage of executives who specifically add a clause when signing an agreement with the employer, "We must ensure that exclusive parking spaces are provided."

Some turtle feathers even have requirements for the number, which must be his lucky number.

Randolph, who was easy-going in other respects, did not give up his privileges in this regard. His parking space was naturally one of the closest to the company's gate.

He got out of the car, crossed his waist and circled the car. He really had no impression of this car. Is this a visitor entering?

It was the peak time, his car was parked in the middle, and there was already a long line behind, but this was Netflix after all, and no one gave him a **** this time.

Ten minutes later, Randolph, who parked his car in the parking lot on the west side of the company, finally came to the office. He was already worried. He had just been occupied by the parking space. He did not pay attention to the expression of his secretary. "Susan, come here. Cup of coffee, and, help me ask immediately, who is occupying my parking space."

Susan looked at her boss, before she had time to say a word, Randolph had hurried into the office. She thought about it, or immediately followed Randolph's old rules and made him a cup of coffee with milk and no sugar.

Randolph turned on the computer for the first time, only to find that his company mailbox was empty. What day is it, there is nothing wrong with it?

"Susan, how many things have you received for me to deal with?"

Susan handed him the coffee, lowered her head and said, "Randolph, what's the matter? Didn't you receive the email? Hastings emailed last night and said that all matters you are responsible for will be transferred from today. Deal with him,"

"Ahem, what?" Randolph flushed because of the coffee choking, "What, you say it again,"

"All the affairs you are responsible for will be handed over to Mr. Hastings from today," Susan said. "My job has also changed. I will soon serve a new vice president. I'm here on a special trip. Say goodbye to you,"

Randolph's face was getting colder and colder, and he didn't even want to wipe the coffee stains on his front breasts. He looked forward a little dumbly, "Okay, I see."

The voice was light and fluttering, with no power at all.

"Boss, are you okay," Susan looked at his expression and felt something was wrong.

It's just that, because of the contradiction between the two co-founders, she really can't get involved, "Do you need me to take you home to rest?"

"I'm okay," Randolph shook his head and smiled. Susan could clearly distinguish it. It was a tragic smile.

"I'm fine, thank you Susan, thank you for your hard work," Randolph stood up and shook hands with Susan.

He stood up twice before he got up, even after he got up, his left hand was still holding the table.

Susan felt that the boss's hands were soft and weak at all, "Do you need me to call Julia?"

"No, thanks,"

"I'd better stay and take care of you,"

"No, I'm fine." Randolph turned his chair out of the window, speaking now is a burden to him.

The office area outside is still as lively and energetic as ever. This is his office, which seems to have become a forgotten corner. At this time, it is as silent as dead. The office door has been closed for a long time, and he still keeps it. It's motionless in that posture, like a sculpture.

It's really like a sculpture. If someone comes in front of him at this time, you will find that his eyes are not moving.

When the pain is so painful, you actually don't feel the pain, you will be numb.

After a long time, Randolph moved. He blinked, and then laughed uncontrollably, laughing endlessly, cold and desolate, and while laughing, he beat the armrest of the seat.

This is the partner who has decided to put the company's interests aside for many years, this is the brother who can't shoot behind him anyway!

After a long time, the laughter gradually stopped, and all the mixed thoughts disappeared. It turned out that Hastings helped him achieve the determination that he could not make anyway.

He glanced at this seemingly empty office, stood up very calmly, opened the door, and walked towards Hastings' office without squinting.

"Mr. Randolph, Mr. Randolph," Hastings' secretary wanted to come up to stop him, but how could he stop her. She was wearing high heels, pushed aside easily by Randolph, and he opened the door in front of him. "Hastins, oh, there are guests,"

In Hastings' office, a tall and thin middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes was sitting at this time.

"Randolph," Hastings glanced at him. "This is Wilson. I officially joined Netflix today."

"Hello, Mr. Randolph, it's nice to meet you," Wilson smiled and stretched out his hand.

Randolph did not pay attention to Wilson first. He looked at Hastings. Hastings's eyes were very familiar. He was very familiar with meeting guests together. When he saw outsiders, he looked like that, a little polite, but kept Enough distance.

Unexpectedly, there was such a long distance between them in just one night, and it was unexpected that Hastings made such a comprehensive arrangement in just one night, and even his replacement came early in the morning.

However, as the chairman of the company's board of directors and the company's CEO, he does have this right.

"Hello Wilson," watching the opposite person sitting on the sofa with his arms folded, with a smile on his face, but not looking at his own Hastings, Randolph thought it would do anything. Needless to say.

Things have reached this point, and only the abandoned wives can do it if they are still asking for the reason.

Action is always more powerful than words.

"Nice to meet you Wilson," he said, holding Wilson's hand. "You are welcome, but I don't congratulate you."

The small smile on Hastings's face stopped, his breathing became heavier, and Wilson was a little stunned.

"It won't be long before you will understand," Randolph shook his hand. "By the way, is the Carrera in the parking lot yours? It's well maintained!"

"Thank you, that's my dramcar," Wilson said, "I am...,"

"Okay, you guys have a chat, have a good chat," Randolph, who broke in, said just a few words before turning around and leaving.

"Wilson, sit down," Hastings greeted him with his hand, and said to the secretary at the door. "Get Mr. Wilson's office as soon as possible."

As for which office it is, which office can it be?

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Randolph took his briefcase and walked on the way to the parking lot. Everyone greeted enthusiastically when he saw him. This is not a pretense, it is from the heart.

After the numbness, he was also in pain, but after the pain, he now entered the final stage, this stage, you will actually feel very relaxed.

Because you have discovered that by this time, you were hesitant and weighed the things that you were uncertain before, and you don't need to bother thinking about it at all.

At this point, what should I do, do I still have to think about it? It can be said that it is really completely abandoning the mind-if you can't, you have to throw it.

Isn't that easy?

However, the employees do not understand what is going on? At this point, they already knew that the co-founder of the company, hadn't he been suspended overnight, how could he be so happy?

Is this another arrangement of the company?

Randolph drove his Prius from the ordinary parking space, even with the urge to whistle, and walked around the parking lot. However, instead of going directly to the main road, he went back to the parking lot in front of the company.

When he saw the car in Hastings' parking lot, he couldn't help but let out a "Oh".

Good luck today!

This car, can be said to be Hastings's baby, has witnessed another glorious moment of Hastings.

It was 1995. After the first company he founded, AtriaSoftware, went public and became the best-performing public company that year, he leaned on the photo of the red 911 hood and appeared on "USA Today". Headlines.

Therefore, Hastings didn’t drive this car very often. The body was scratched and it was heartache to death. I didn’t expect that I happened to run into it today. It’s just that I didn’t drive Julia’s car today. Cherokee?

In the incomprehensible gazes of several passing employees, he worked very hard to aim his car at the **** tail of the 911 in the narrow aisle. He also tried to stay as far away as possible and adjusted his seat belt. With a kick to the end, when the small Prius also made a "whoop" sound, he loosened the clutch and slammed into it.

Immediately, the harsh roar and the sharp alarm of the car immediately enveloped the entire parking lot.

Those who were watching, or who were in the parking lot and were about to drive in and out, opened their mouths into a big "O". What happened to Randolph?

Randolph pulled his head out of the airbag, really a little dizzy, but also a little dizzy~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He was going to get out of the car staggeringly, bent over to check the result of the collision, Can't help but blow a whistle.

The **** tail of 911 was completely unrecognizable at this time, and it was so scarred.

More than that, the whole car was displaced by him, and the front of the car slammed into the front pillar. Not to mention the bumper, the center was crooked and dented.

Randolph gave himself a compliment, and this collision was perfectly perfect!

But it is not yet time to be proud.

He looked at his Prius, which was worthy of his own car. He was really upbeat and long-faced. He seemed to be able to hold on at least one more time.

Before a few employees rushed over, he got into his car and ignited twice. The car started with a "hum".

He was familiar with driving the Prius, dragging the bumper, and came to his exclusive parking space. The same procedure was repeated again, aiming at Carrera who was parked here, with a "clam", and another hit. With.

However, his visual observations were not satisfactory enough, because Carrera jumped forward and relieved a lot of strength.

He was dizzy and tried the test car, and found that he could still drive, and turned around laboriously. Amidst the exclamations of people around, he ran into the car with the butt.

"Bingo!" This time it is done!

Hastings and Wilson, this would have rushed to the parking lot very unmannered, equally frightened and angry.

Randolph had already climbed out of the car with the help of everyone. He was not in any serious trouble, stood steady, and smiled and compared a "V" over there.

"Boss, I'll take you to the hospital," Susan squeezed from the side.

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NEXTDOOR, Feng Yiping is listening to the report.

"Feng, in general, is not very optimistic," Cummins said. (To be continued.)