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Eric Schmidt
Eric Schmidt

Eric Schmidt, born on April 27, 1955, is an accomplished software engineer with extensive experience in the Silicon Valley. He has had a profound impact on the internet and technology industries, serving as the CEO of Google and leading the company to rapid growth and innovation in internet search technology. more

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