Trafford's Trading Club

779: Chapter 23: The Theater’s Main Act 779: Chapter 23: The Theater’s Main Act ‘Lomonsk·Layton’ Corporation, one of the world’s top ten military corporations, is undeniably an industry giant.

Just think, a company that takes on military satellite launches for the world’s foremost superpower; its background is immensely robust.

The owner behind this enterprise would likely be welcomed with courtesy by the leaders of many countries.

The world superpower is controlled from behind the scenes by multiple financial conglomerates, and ‘Lomonsk·Layton’ is naturally among them.

The person who arrived in Rio this time is a talented young man from the Layton Family, the real power behind the company.

As for this prodigy, he accompanied a delegation from Columbia…

Interestingly, this talented young man from the Layton Family even managed to secure the identity of a member of the delegation. “A secret satellite launch vehicle technology development agreement?”

After hearing You Ye’s report, Boss Luo pondered silently—the concert below had just come to a pause.

It was actually because the concert had paused that You Ye seized the moment to brief her master on the intelligence she had gathered. “For the world’s most powerful nation to consider jointly developing this technology with a country so far behind in technology?” Luo Qiu shook his head, “It should be called a technology sale, more appropriately.”

The maid smiled slightly, “The person negotiating this matter with the Layton Family seems to be a key figure from this country’s opposition party.”

Boss Luo nodded, suddenly raising an eyebrow, “I heard the current president of this country was impeached recently due to a corruption case but managed to survive.” “Even so, not much of his term is left,” You Ye nodded, “So, the opposition wants to acquire this technology to strengthen their leverage before the next election.

However, this technology should be quite outdated.” “Even outdated technology is still desirable for countries that don’t have it,” Luo Qiu said calmly, “Technology, as long as it remains ahead, is fine.

After all, technological progress cannot be suppressed.

Instead of leaving it to gather dust, it’s better to extract its remaining value—this is the capitalist’s right approach…

But since it involves satellites, something reflecting national power, perhaps the Layton Family’s actions this time are extremely confidential?

Maybe it’s even a personal endeavor?” “They’re focused on this country’s mineral and oil resource development, and the Layton Family seems intent on establishing a foothold in this country’s economic lifeline.

After all, it’s one of the BRICS countries, rich in resources, and its geographical environment is highly favorable,” the maid stated.

Boss Luo nodded, at which moment, he casually swept his hand before him, causing three oval light screens to appear.

On each light screen, an image of a man was reflected.

They were among the guests sitting in the hall below.

As for these three men’s gazes, they occasionally darted towards this VIP box.

Luo Qiu blinked, instantly understanding, and softly said, “FBI agents?

Looks like the Layton Family’s actions weren’t unnoticed…”

Boss Luo glanced again at the men asleep in their backseat positions, and with interest, said, “I wonder if Song Haoran’s mission has anything to do with this matter?

Hmm… knowing everything at once would be uninteresting.

Let’s gradually watch how developments unfold.

But…” “Hmm?” The maid cast a curious glance.

Luo Qiu smiled, “Don’t you find destinies interesting?

My father was a selfless policeman who died in duty.

Yet his brother became a mercenary leader abroad, committing all sorts of crimes and killing without restraint.”

He, however, as a descendant of this bloodline, chose a completely different path.

The sound of the orchestra rose…

Symphony-no.9 (Great) ii

Majestic, full of vigor and enthusiasm. … …

They refer to the leader of ‘Iris’ as the old man, which is also how Song Haoran refers to his father—meaning it’s the same for everyone.

During the concert’s intermission, Song Haoran left his seat.

The time originally planned for action had long passed.

Oni didn’t act, naturally noticing Lluvia’s gesture.

In the restroom, after confirming no one else was there, Song Haoran quickly swapped the chip in his phone for another. “Hey, old man, what’s going on?”