Chapter 310: 18 Million, The New King of the Y-Generation

"I've made many, many deals."

"Many were great, very great."

"You know, the worst thing you can do when making any deal is to look like you desperately want to reach the deal."

"That will let the negotiation opponent smell the scent of blood."

"At this time, you're finished."

"So, the first rule of 'The Art of the Deal'."

"Hide your true thoughts, never, ever let the other party see how much you want to get what you want."

"Hello, Mark. Hello, Priscilla. Welcome to be my guests."

Chen Nuo stood at the entrance of the villa, smiling and opening his arms to the young couple who had just gotten off a Bentley.

The enthusiasm displayed was just like Palm Beach at this moment.

In the daytime of September, the temperature was around 30 degrees, which only made people feel comfortable, not irritable.

After hugging the Jewish man separately and kissing his Chinese-American girlfriend on the cheek, Chen Nuo pointed back and introduced with a smile: "Let me introduce you, this is Crystal Liu, my girlfriend."

Mark Zuckerberg smiled and reached out his hand, "Hello, Crystal, very happy to see you."

"Hello Mark. Hello, Priscilla. Very happy to meet you, welcome to be my guests." Liu Yifei said with a smile. She reached out and shook hands with Zuckerberg, and hugged Priscilla.

Zuckerberg turned his head and smiled: "Chen, you are truly a lucky guy. I've seen the news. I think for Crystal, no matter how much scolding you get in China, it's worth it."

Chen Nuo smiled and walked over, putting his arm around Liu Yifei's waist, and said: "I think so too."

Then he turned his face and smiled, "Fortunately, I have Crystal now, otherwise every time I see you and Priscilla together, you wouldn't know how jealous I am. Mark, no wonder you dropped out of Harvard, it's because you already found the most precious treasure there and took her away, right."

"Hahahaha." Zuckerberg immediately laughed, "Yes, that's right, you should be the first person in the world to know the truth."

Priscilla also laughed, "Chen, thank you for the compliment, you are still as humorous as ever."

"Just a few heartfelt words. Alright, please come in. It's still too hot outside, let's get settled quickly, go swimming together, sunbathe, and spend these beautiful few days of vacation together."

One on the left and one on the right, Chen Nuo and Zuckerberg walked together, while Liu Yifei accompanied Priscilla, and the group entered the house together.

Brother Linghu, who drove to pick them up, put the gifts Zuckerberg brought in the living room, then carried the luggage to the second-floor guest room, and then went to the independent nanny room by the pool.

After settling down, Zuckerberg said: "Chen, I like your bodyguard very much, I can see he is a very reliable guy."

Indeed. Especially since he spent more than a year or two practicing English that could handle simple reading, writing, and Q&A. It was evident that Brother Linghu was not only internally wise but also very perseverant; besides hating the US and Japan, he probably had no shortcomings. Chen Nuo silently added in his heart.

"He has been with me for several years, I trust him very much. Come on, Mike, let me take you to see your home for the next few days."

Next, Chen Nuo and Liu Yifei took the two to look around the front yard and backyard.

When sitting back on the sofa in the living room, looking out from the glass door in front, watching the boundless blue sea and sky,

Little Zha at this time was still in the process of starting a business, a world away from the billionaire of later generations,

seeing this, he couldn't help but say sincerely: "Chen, this house of yours is truly great."

Chen Nuo smiled: "Actually, I don't spend much time in the United States, and this place is empty most of the time. In the future, if you want to come to Palm Beach for a vacation, you can totally stay here. Just tell me in advance, and I'll just say a word to the property manager here."

Priscilla laughed and said: "Chen, really?"

"Of course, I never tell lies to friends."

Chen Nuo put on a sincere face, "I really welcome you to come over, this is the only way I feel the tens of millions of dollars spent on buying the house is worth it."

"By the way, what would you like to drink? But I don't have any alcohol here, is iced cola okay?"

"Of course, neither of us likes alcohol much, cola is fine."

In the next half day, Chen Nuo was truly like a hospitable host, accompanying Zuckerberg and his wife with Liu Crystal to chat, swim, walk, and sunbathe, and before he knew it, it was evening.

Considering that Little Zha and his wife came from far away in California and the journey was tiring, after eating and agreeing on the itinerary for going to sea the next day, they all rested.

As soon as she walked into the master bedroom on the second floor, Liu Yifei threw herself onto the bed and screamed "Ah," "Busy up and down, I'm exhausted."

"Shh, keep your voice down."

Chen Nuo gently opened the door, stuck his head out to observe the movement in the guest room at the other end of the corridor, and confirmed that the door was closed.

He still had to be careful about this Jewish guy's stuff. Moreover, he was well aware that Zuckerberg was learning Chinese. If he really heard something, the harmonious atmosphere he had built would be gone, so how could he paralyze the other party.

Chen Nuo turned back, looking at the woman lying on his big bed, facing him with her butt, her white dress pulled up quite a bit without her knowing, revealing a pair of snow-white thighs,

his face cold, he said: "Liu Yifei, what did I tell you before? I told you to act naturally, do you understand naturally? If you don't understand Chinese, I'll speak English to you, nature! Is this your acting? Liu Yifei?"

Liu Yifei twisted her butt, half-turned over, and said impatiently: "Where did I act badly? You came over without a word, touched my waist without saying hello, of course I would be a bit unused to it. It's already giving you face that I didn't slap you."

"I am your boyfriend now! Just hugging your waist, what else do I need to say hello for? Ah, do I have to say, excuse me, my dear girlfriend, Crystal, can I hug your waist? You..."

"Hahaha, actually I think that's not impossible." Liu Yifei laughed and rolled on the bed.

As a result, not paying attention, her skirt rolled up, and this time, let alone her thighs, even her butt was exposed.

Chen Nuo looked at those blue-and-pink tight little panties, turned his face away, sighed, and said: "I really give up on you. How old are you? Can you please pay some attention to your image?"

Liu Yifei sat up at once, pulled her skirt down, looked at him, her face a bit red,

but immediately pretended to be nonchalant, hummed: "One moment you want me to get into character, the next you want me to pay attention to my image. Do you know you are inconsistent?"

"I'm inconsistent, you m..." Chen Nuo's heart fire surged, almost swearing, accidentally hurting the innocent Aunt Liu,

fortunately, he held it back in the end, pointed his finger at Liu Yifei, and was ready to say something to teach her a lesson.

As a result, this was terrible, only to see Liu Crystal jump up, barefoot, standing on the bed, eyes wide, pointing back at him, saying: "What were you going to say just now? Were you trying to scold me?"

Chen Nuo turned and walked to the bathroom, "Can't talk to you, forget it, I'm going to wash up, sleep!"

"Ha, what can't talk, it's clearly you who are in the wrong, you actually wanted to scold me, you actually scold women! What's your next step, are you going to hit me, are you going to beat people? Chen Nuo, oh Chen Nuo, didn't expect you to be this kind of man. You actually hit women!"

"Hehe." Chen Nuo was really too lazy to bother, didn't look back, sneered, walked into the bathroom, and slammed the door shut.

Liu Yifei yelled at the bathroom: "Hey, feeling guilty, aren't you, I was right, right. Why are you in such a hurry to wash up? You haven't said how we're sleeping tonight!"

The voice in the bathroom came faintly, "How else can we sleep? You sleep on the floor, I sleep on the bed."

However, I don't know how the two of them slept that day, in short, when they went to sea the next day, Liu Yifei and Chen Nuo were both a bit listless.

But going to sea at eight in the morning, then sitting on the yacht drinking drinks, sunbathing, and jumping into the sea to swim for a while when feeling hot, they all perked up.

Time, usually on the sea where there is nothing to do, always runs very fast.

Compared to the kind of disabled time that cattle and horses encounter in office buildings and construction sites, it should belong to the Bolt level, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Thanks to the five-star yacht service at the Haihu Club, whether it was the various facilities and equipment on the boat or the meals and drinks provided by the chef, no one could pick any faults, which was worthy of the 30,000 USD per day price.

The Jewish young man, whose face was sunburned red, finally couldn't hold on to the end, and on the way back in the evening, he brought up the main purpose of his visit.

"Chen, the promotion contract we signed last year is too short, and your remuneration is also too little. Given your extraordinary success on FB, I want to sign a longer contract with you. What do you think?"

At this time, Little Zha and Chen Nuo each held a glass of ultra-low alcohol cocktail, the two leaned on the bow of the yacht, looking at the sunset on the distant horizon, and as they watched, Little Zha said lightly.

"I think... it's too early." Chen Nuo looked listless, sipping the wine in his glass.

Zuckerberg shook his head: "It's not early, in fact, the two contracts don't conflict, but rather the new one replaces the old one. Starting this year, your remuneration will increase to 2 million USD per year. Everything else remains the same."

"Everything remains the same?"

"Yes, everything remains the same, however, except for adding a broader non-compete agreement. That's all, it can be said to have no impact on you."

"Broader? For example?"

"For example, some insignificant small websites, nothing to talk about, no different from before."

"Oh." Chen Nuo yawned, "Fine, let me see the contract when it's drafted."

Zuckerberg smiled: "OK."

Chen Nuo clinked glasses with him, turned his head, and shouted to the woman who had just come out of the cabin after a nap, "Hey, Crystal, come here, I have something to tell you..."

"Ha~ yawn~, what do you want to say? Say it."

"Say your m... can you have some tacit understanding with me?"

...... "Dare to imagine. Never set limits for yourself."

"You know, many great deals may come from some unrealistic fantasies."

"At first, these fantasies, perhaps no one believes they will succeed, no one. Even, everyone who hears about it will think you are a madman, a fantasist."

"However, you must make it look like you are convinced you can succeed. And, you must use every means possible to publicize this unrealistic goal to everyone."

"At this time, everyone will start to be half-believing."

"And your opponent, at this time, will have a headache, a very big headache, they won't know how to solve your problem."

"So, the second step of the art of the deal."

"Bluff, set an exaggerated goal, and publicize it to the whole world with great fanfare. Turn it into a huge problem, and then throw it to the opponent."

It had been more than ten days since returning from sunny Palm Beach to Menlo Park, California.

Zuckerberg had also long since sent over the brand-new contract drafted by his company, waiting for Chen Nuo's reply.

In the new contract, the fee for the image promotion ambassador was indeed doubled from 1 million per year, but at the same time, the number of related companies in the non-compete agreement also expanded sharply.

Besides MySpace, Zynga, Gowalla, and Foursquare, Twitter, YouTube, and other websites that weren't completely considered social were also specifically added, totaling almost all personal information publishing platforms currently on the American market.

As long as the contract was signed, as long as a personal account was created on the platforms of these related companies, Chen Nuo would be in breach of contract.

At the same time, further restrictions were placed on Chen Nuo's external words and deeds, not only forbidding the release of negative views about FB, but also forbidding talking about Mark personally.

Come to think of it, this didn't match what he said to Chen Nuo on the yacht about "insignificant small companies" and "other than the increase in fees, nothing else has changed," if Chen Nuo really believed his words, he would definitely regret it to the point of his intestines turning green.

However... Jewish Mark felt that business is business.

Even if this trip to Palm Beach was considered five-star hospitality throughout, so what?

As a qualified CEO, making his company pay less of a price was his duty.

It had nothing to do with personal feelings, right?

At the same time, he couldn't be blamed.

Because the NuoChen account, for FB's importance, compared to a few months ago, could be said to be a world of difference.

The social network market report for the United States released in September 2009 showed that his Facebook ranked first with a 61.59% market share, a massive 196% increase compared to the 19.94% in the same period of 2008,

many analysts believed that the contribution made by the NuoChen account could only be described as excellent.

Not just borrowing the east wind of Michael Jackson's passing, rising to 15 million at the end of June.

Later in July, in the wave of the whole network of fans mourning the pop king together, it became a kind of symbol, so that 2 months later, his follower count had exceeded 18 million,

leaving the second place, Lady Gaga's 9 million, almost twice behind,

forming a unique absolute gap.

Similarly, data from comScore showed that every month during the few days he posted actively, the total time Facebook users spent on the website would increase by 5%-7%.

What kind of concept is this?

For this, Mark could only thank God that Chen Nuo was a Chinese person and a layman in the tech industry, and some American experts' words hadn't reached his ears yet.

He was so anxious to renew the contract with Chen Nuo, not because he didn't know there were still 2 and a half years left.

But because he was afraid this person would wake up, if he really waited until 2 years later to talk, then by that time, what he paid would not know how many times it would multiply!

Because this trip to Palm Beach also made him re-evaluate this star user on his website.

In his view, Chen Nuo's integration into American society, and the way American high society viewed him, had already exceeded any person who was not from the mainstream European and American population.

At least in that row of villas around the Haihu Estate, as far as he knew, only one belonged to a non-white person.

He was definitely not a bumpkin from a third-world country who hadn't seen the world.

Definitely not someone who could be dismissed simply,

So, a week after sending it, now that he still hadn't received a reply, he was actually a bit uneasy in his heart.

At this time, Mark Zuckerberg was sitting in front of his office computer, busy,

suddenly, the Chief Operating Officer currently responsible for Facebook's sales, marketing, acquisitions, partnerships, public policy, and liaison, Sheryl Sandberg, knocked on his office door and then walked in.

She was frowning, holding a large book like a magazine, and said: "Mark, you have to see this."

Zuckerberg paused his work and looked up, asking: "What's wrong?"

The future "Strongest Queen of Silicon Valley," "Ranked 5th on the 2011 Forbes Power Women List," Sheryl Sandberg, who had just jumped ship from the position of Google's Vice President of Operations, was definitely a ruthless character who wouldn't frown even if the sky fell.

But now, her face was unusually ugly.

No, not ugly, but a mixture of surprise and doubt.

Just like suddenly seeing a piece of news on TV, someone talking eloquently to reporters, saying that Canada and Greenland should merge with the United States.

She shook her head and said: "You look first."

Zuckerberg took the magazine from her hand.

The magazine cover immediately grabbed his attention.

This was a "Time" magazine that had just come out fresh on September 14, 2009, which was today.

The style of the weekly cover was as concise as ever, without entertainment, but rich in a serious commercial color.

However, this time it was different from previous issues; the "Time" cover, which always favored men, white people, and power, was actually a surprisingly young, surprisingly handsome black-haired Asian man.

Zuckerberg thought for a moment, the cover person of the previous issue on September 7 was the 77-year-old Edward Kennedy, who had just passed away from illness this month.

That portrait of the old man, compared with this issue's cover, was truly a world of difference.

23 years old?

With an Asian face, it wouldn't be strange to say he was 17 or 18.

No wonder those junior high and high school European and American girls on his homepage all regarded him as a peer.

The magazine cover as a whole used a grayish-blue tone as the background, surrounded by "Time's" iconic red border.

Chen Nuo's face was very large, centered in the frame; in the grayish-blue background, there were no extra patterns to hint at his identity.

The angular face, on this not-so-fashionable commercial style composition, became increasingly young to an unbelievable degree.

His facial features were exceptionally clear, almost every pore on his face could be seen. His face was very smooth, his hair was meticulously groomed, and he was wearing a black slim-fit suit that he rarely wore, with a white shirt inside, the collar slightly open, revealing a bit of his collarbone.

The only thing that matched his age was that he didn't wear a tie.

He looked at the camera, his eyes calm, with a slight coldness.

Above, "NuoChen" was printed in concise and powerful white font.

Below was a smaller font size: "The New King of 18 Million Y-Generation Americans."

Zuckerberg stared at that line of small print for a long time.

He looked up, and Sheryl Sandberg sitting opposite him nodded, signaling him to continue, "Page 13."

Flipped to page thirteen.

The first paragraph of Q&A made him frown as well.

Reporter asked: "Hello, NuoChen. You now have 18 million followers on social media, this number is too amazing. Looking back at the beginning, when you first stepped into the entertainment industry in China, did you ever expect that one day you would reach such a height on social media in the United States?"

Chen Nuo: "Of course not, at that time I............"

Zuckerberg didn't look closely, looked up and asked: "So, it has never been mentioned about Facebook?"

Sheryl Sandberg said: "No, page 14, second to last paragraph."

Zuckerberg flipped a page, only to see,

"Reporter asked: To your 18 million Y-generation followers, what do you want to say to them?

Chen Nuo: Thank you to the Facebook platform for letting us meet, thank you for liking what I share. I am very fortunate that I engaged in the work of an actor, allowing you to see me, follow me. Similarly, I also hope that no matter what happens in the future, you can support me as always.

Reporter asked: Chen, do you think in the future, will you leave Facebook?

Chen Nuo: I really want to say no, but I have known a sentence since I was a child, never say never. To be honest, I am currently considering starting my own business. If Facebook has any restrictions on me in this regard, perhaps it is time for us to part ways.

Reporter asked: Examples of actors starting businesses are common, but they often fail. Can you introduce your startup direction? Does it conflict with your cooperation with Facebook?

Chen Nuo said: I think there is no conflict. My startup direction is to build a platform focused on video sharing.

Reporter asked: Video? Is it like YouTube?

Chen Nuo said: No, no, no, YouTube compared to what I want to do, is like a dilapidated old car. The platform I want to do, it possesses a mysterious algorithm recommendation system, it can push things that fit the user's interests to them according to user habits. It's like magic, you know. You don't need to look, everything you love will automatically gather in front of you."

"Of course, this algorithm hasn't been made yet. I just have such an idea, I know nothing about this. But I have confidence in making it."

"Because I have a friend who studies information science at Peking University in China, he is a genius, a real genius."

Zuckerberg looked up when he saw this, frowned and said: "Is he crazy? Does he know what kind of nonsense he is talking about?"

PS:

Remember to raise your hand for Liu Qi!

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