Korean Hurricane Idol

Arrived in Palo Alto in the morning, had a simple meal at noon, and then spent the whole afternoon in the tour. To be honest, Mark is not a suitable tour guide, although it is not too short to move here , but most of the time he just stays in the studio - two small houses, with servers outside and a work room inside, computer cables are messy and intertwined, and a group of more than a dozen unkempt men are guarding the screen in front of him , There was no response to the arrival of outsiders, there were only a few whispers in the room, and most of the time was filled with the mixed smell of athlete's foot and coffee aroma.

"Uh... everyone is used to casual, and the room is small, the ventilation is not very good... Hey, you guys, quickly put your stinky feet in your shoes!" Mark, who visited his studio, was very embarrassed at the time.

If it was just a friend, he certainly wouldn't pay so much attention, but An Junhyuk might still become a shareholder of his small studio, so he has to show his good side and strive to give investors a better impression, more Confidence.

Unfortunately, the first step failed.

But it didn't take long before he forgot about it, and began to introduce to An Junhe the current achievements of the college student community he built, as well as the subsequent development plan, which was no different from the history that An Junhe knew in the dream. At this time, Mark It is ambitious to expand to more colleges and universities, which requires more investment in hardware such as servers. The current low-end machines in the outside world cannot support the foundation of expansion. [

During the introduction, Mark explained frankly that he had already found other investors, but no one was interested in him and his website with only hundreds of thousands of registered users. He was going to buy the whole website, which obviously made Mark completely unacceptable.

Although it has been less than a year since he left campus, the pursuit of independence and freedom has begun to appear in this shy young man. His ideal is to create a new way of communication, a small society on the Internet, and It is not a simple money-making tool.

There is one person who is willing to give him part of the funds, but that person is unwilling to provide too much. There is only about 50 US dollars. With such a small amount of money, there is not much left after purchasing the server, and the daily expenses of the studio will be stretched in the future. And that person, Mark didn't like that person very much. The other party was a pure businessman. He once established a rather famous electronic payment company, but after planning the company's listing, he sold it and made a lot of money.

He doesn't like his partner to be such a businessman with an eye for money, which means that maybe his company will become a tool of capitalists in the future, and he, like Jobs in the past, may be determined to stick to his ideals but struggle to Resistance, can only be driven out of the decision-making level sadly.

After hesitating, he remembered An Junhe he met on the Internet. He remembered that the other party said that he was engaged in the venture capital industry, so he contacted him with the attitude of giving it a try, but the result surprised him unexpectedly.

He still remembers to this day, when An Junhe was on msn that day, he readily agreed to come to visit and investigate, and when he was considering whether to invest, the joy in his heart suddenly swelled—although it has not been confirmed yet, but Mark stubbornly believes that An Junhe will be accepted. His ideal of persuasion, just like the expectations of each other for the Internet and new ways of human communication in the past few months, the ideas are surprisingly similar. Many times, Mark would even think absurdly, in South Korea, maybe he Twin brothers living overseas.

It is impossible to start talking about investment intentions so soon, and spend the first day like this.

In summer, the climate in California is hot and dry. The wind blows in the evening, but it does not bring a trace of coolness. On the contrary, it gives people the illusion that the volcano is baking in the direction of the wind.

On the third floor of a small apartment building, on the crowded balcony, An Junhe and Mark leaned on the railing, chatting with the night breeze blowing a beer.

"... I started this website at Harvard when I was at Harvard. I just thought it was fun, so I invaded the school's archives, stole the photos of those students in it, and asked everyone to choose who was the coolest and who was the hottest. Unfortunately, it was later rejected by the school. Closed, but some friends said to me, keep it going, start an intramural website where you can upload photos and record personal past details... And then, ideas just kept coming out of my head, you know, a lot of mess At that time, I thought, since we want to open a campus website, why not make it a dating website? There are so many colleges and universities in Boston, so many students, I don’t know if there are any How many people have studied in the same school or even the same class in elementary and middle schools, but many of them have lost contact with each other. When recalling their own childhood, they can only look at their graduation photos and recall them alone. I am in a daze on the phone... But it is not impossible to find such past friends. There is one thing that can run through anyone's life-the Internet! As long as it is relied on, build a platform and let everyone leave their previous reading on it. schools and classes, then everything becomes very simple and convenient..."

Mark was talking endlessly, and An Junhe looked at him with a smile on the side. Maybe only when he talked about his ideals, this young man would have a shadow of a few years later, confident and dazzling, which is the brilliance of his persistence in ideals .

He took a sip of his beer and said with a smile: "It's not just colleges and universities, your idea is applicable to many aspects, such as colleagues who have worked in a company before but lost contact with them, such as friends who accidentally lost their contact information..."

Mark stared blankly at him for a while, before shouting excitedly: "yes! yes! Yes, it's not only applicable to colleges and universities, it can be placed in any crowd. Damn it, why didn't I notice it before?"

He scratched his hair in excitement and frustration, and then hugged An Junhe's shoulders fiercely, "Dude, I really love you to death, no one understands my thoughts except you, they are all saying that I am whimsical... ...how about we do it together?"

Seeing him approaching excitedly, but also with a little nervous face, An Junhe smiled: "Want to poach me to your studio?"

Mark nodded repeatedly.

He shook his head, "Sorry, I have other careers to fight for."

"Oh..." Mark was a little depressed. The invitation just now was just a case-in-case idea. From his understanding, An Junhe was already considered a successful person, and it was unlikely that he would join him in this small job. room.

Although I was mentally prepared, I still felt disappointed. [

The wine bottle was brought to his mouth, and he just took a sip of beer, but An Junhe's next words made him spit out all the beer.

"It's so frustrating, don't you think it's cooperation if I provide funds?"

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Mark coughed violently, stroked his chest for a long time, then took a breath, and looked at An Junhe in surprise: "You...you mean, agreed to invest?"

"Of course!" An Junhe patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "I believe that you will realize your ideal, and maybe everyone will be amazed by your achievements in the future, and then, maybe I will also be in your honor. "

This undisguised compliment made Mark blush a little, and smiled embarrassedly: "It's too exaggerated..."

Exaggeration?

An Junhe looked up at the starry sky in the clear night sky. In a few years, the light of the sloppy young man beside him would cover them all up, but he would use that light to reach a peak that no one else could reach...

Mark, come on!