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“But there is a golden rule to hiring that cannot be violated: the urgency of the role isn't sufficiently important to compromise quality in hiring. In the inevitable showdown between speed and quality, quality must prevail.”

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Book:How Google Works
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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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