Gradually.
More and more guests arrived.
The atmosphere grew increasingly warm. Many people hadn’t seen each other for years. Gathering today, there were many old stories to revisit, complented by the band’s deliberate playing of nostalgic music, it almost turned into a grand nostalgic scene.
Back in the day.
The industry we competed in together.
The rivals we tricked together.
The wild past we shared.
...
"It’s been a long ti since I tasted such flavor."
Regarding the red wine hospitality,
Many faces were full of nostalgia. They hadn’t drunk it for a long ti either, and compared to the fruit wine, it was imnsely satisfying. A sip today evoked mories from long ago, leaving a lingering aftertaste.
The scene.
Unexpectedly, it even added a touch of warmth.
"This is to keep us from forgetting our traditions!"
Amidst the crowd,
Upon hearing this, so mbers of the Arican consortium families couldn’t help but blush. Forget traditions, it was just too much inventory, drinking through cases couldn’t finish it, inviting you to help consu it.
Not to waste.
Upon hearing this,
Soone beca generous.
"I have three wine cellars at ho. If you want to drink, there’s plenty." Previously, they thought that the good stuff should be saved for future generations to enjoy, and it still is, but now, this good stuff has been replaced with sothing else.
"I have quite a few too."
"My family has so too, I’ll send you so later."
"..Thank you."
The person receiving the gifts looked helpless.
The narrative style,
changed just like that quickly.
Many present were from century-old families, or even older. Which family didn’t have a cellar full of red wine, and so had more than one. Previously, they felt it was not enough, but now they think it’s so much it takes up space.
"I’m a bit curious about what a ten-year-aged fruit wine would taste like."
"It must be very good."
"Fruit wine has only been around for three years, seven more years to go."
"Slowly wait, there will be that day. I really wonder how it’s brewed." As lovers of wine, how could they not be curious about the brewing thod, but so far no one has figured out the craftsmanship over there.
Not to ntion the craftsmanship.
Even the exact location of the winery is unclear.
Myanmar Economic Zone.
Most of it is uninhabited mountainous area.
Hiding a factory is too easy. If it were another country, you could bribe soone to know at least where the factory is, but over there, nothing goes through, and even satellite images show no clues.
As for the winery that’s openly shown,
Hmph.
How could it produce so much fruit wine? Clearly fake. Unfortunately, the people behind it practically make the law locally, so no one questions if the origin is legitimate.
In secret,
the formula for the fruit wine has been priced at five hundred million dollars.
However.
To this day, there’s nothing.
There are many who want to earn this money, but no one has succeeded.
It’s quite frustrating.
A few years ago.
A country with almost no surveillance caras has, within a few years, beco the country with the highest density of surveillance caras in the world, bar none, on every street, every highway, even along railway lines.
Full coverage without blind spots.
And even in the mountainous areas, it’s as if there’s surveillance there too. So hikers, after not walking far, would be detained, at worst sent away, and if they were foreigners, would likely be directly deported back.
No room for negotiation.
In these few years.
Such gas of wits and courage have occurred too many tis.
You could say they were quite lively.
In the end,
there was really no progress, so it finally quieted down a bit.
Thinking about the fruit wine.
Sipping the red wine.
It felt like chewing wax, and most would just sip lightly, leading to an unavoidable truth: from start to now, it’s still almost the first glass for many, with few showing much consumption.
When the ti ca.
The band stopped playing.
They knew.
It was going to start.
All eyes turned to the podium not far off. They didn’t have to wait long before today’s main character, the director of ERV, wearing a suit, slowly stepped onto the podium, a gentle smile on his face.
No excitent.
No thrill.
The gentle smile,
contained a calmness that everyone could sense.
What kind of person is the scariest?
Soone unflappable and hard to anger, that’s the scariest.
All along,
the director has had this image, handling anything with a calm expression, flawless in speech, humble in deanor, but when taking action, it could leave people around him dumbfounded.
When inactive, nothing happens.
Once in motion,
it’s earth-shattering.
Relatively speaking, the group is actually welcoming ERV, since most here do not operate within the United States, so a rising competitor doesn’t feel comfortable for Arican dostic consortiums.
Although they are allies,
they don’t want allies to fall, but if they encounter so minor troubles, they watch it as amusent.
Life is long.
For people at this level, pleasures are few, and this is one of them. Plus, ERV has little conflict of interest with most here, as ERV invests in new technologies and new markets while they focus more on resource-based ones.
Energy.
Minerals.
Food.
Consur goods.
Manufacturing.
Finance.
dicine.
Construction.
Military industry.
These are their core fields, with relatively stable profits, and ERV has not touched them, so many support ERV’s official recognition into the consortium circle.
At this mont,
that director said:
"Distinguished guests, good evening."
"I am very honored to have invited you all to this banquet. Traditionally, Mr. Morgan should have been the first to co on stage, but he gave this opportunity, for which I am very grateful."
Here,
he nodded to an elder below the podium as a sign of respect.
The elder smiled, nodded back. As organizers of the event, naturally their group should have spoken first, but after a lifeti as ’big shots’, this order didn’t seem as important.
"With the help and support of many, ERV has reached where it is today. In the days to co, ERV will not disappoint, will continue moving forward, and bear the era’s responsibilities."
"..."
Nothing substantial.
Thanks.
Welco.
Cooperation.
The speech revolved around these thes.
It went on for a full five minutes. Everyone present was composed and patient, listening quietly, as the director’s status was already different, and every word might have hidden anings.
Finally.
Applause!!
Amidst a wave of applause.
ERV consortium,
formally stepped into the circle of consortiums.
A consortium,
does not need to register with industrial and comrcial authorities but speaks with strength. Strictly speaking, by the end of last year when ERV aid for consortium status, it had the strength of a general consortium but lacked recognition.
Now.
It finally crossed that threshold.
ERV officially beca recognized as a consortium power.
After speaking,
the representative of the Arican consortium,
the current head of the Morgan family walked up, patted the director’s shoulder, and smiled to the audience: "Today is a special day, we welco another friend."
"The new consortium adds more strength to us. Today, the world’s transformation is accelerating, new technologies, new opportunities, new challenges are leaving so unprepared."
"But, in any case, we will continue to be the force at the forefront of transformation. Past, present, future, we have a common goal—to lead the world forward."
"..."
The words contained a bit of arrogance but were genuinely heartfelt and capable.
Consortium.
Has it not always been this way!
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