Chapter 132: The rising sun of an overlord
The term "co-president" was sheer genius.
Su Can had previously agonized over how to resolve Facebook's equity issues. No sooner had he settled the major question of share allocation than he found himself struggling with internal titles.
If he had recklessly waved a hand and said he did not care about internal positions or divisions of authority, that all they needed to do was build the business properly, Facebook would effectively have had one foot in the grave. Su Can and Mark Zuckerberg would ultimately have become minor figures making small waves in internet history, occasionally raising a splash before being casually submerged again.
Su Can had always believed that starting a company was like a boy and a girl falling in love. Passion was essential, as was mutual attraction, but relying on passion alone simply went against the way things worked. Every great undertaking in human history could begin with passion, but none endured because of passion alone. Love and companies shared something in common: both needed tending.
Tending a romance did not simply mean managing everyday life; it also meant nurturing the feelings between two people. Running a company required an attitude of getting every step right. In Su Can's view, that did not necessarily mean being meticulous to the last detail or operating with mechanical precision. But at every stage, each move had to be clear, and whatever position one occupied, one had to have an accurate grasp of one's own circumstances and the surrounding situation.
It came down to one principle: the ultimate height of a building was not determined by the concrete and steel added afterward. Rather, the quality of its most basic foundations was what determined whether a skyscraper could remain standing forever.
For Facebook, its