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Qiluo Ling arrived at a restaurant located on the fifteenth floor near the Bund. This restaurant is considered one of the mid-range upscale dining options in the Bund. As soon as she entered, a young waiter politely guided her to her reserved seat, which was comfortable and offered a beautiful view of the Bund.
She sat down gracefully and looked around. The restaurant's layout was elegant, and the atmosphere was pleasant. Every detail in the hall was meticulously designed.
From the beautifully printed menu to the exquisite tableware and tasteful decorations on the dining table, everything exuded a sense of refinement. Even the diners had dignified appearances and well-suited attire. The waitstaff were youthful and attractive, tall with graceful manners, maintaining an appropriate distance from the guests.
“Miss Qi, do you need to order right away?” a male waiter with a constant smile asked gently.
“No, I’m waiting for a guest. I’ll call you when he arrives,” she replied to the young waiter.
The waiter nodded politely and left.
Outside the clear floor-to-ceiling windows, the sun's afterglow bathed the entire world in warmth.
Across the river stood the bustling Financial Center, with rows of towering buildings reflecting the sunset’s golden light off their glass facades. The waters of the Huangpu River shimmered, capturing countless stories of both triumph and despair as waves rolled by. A few luxurious sightseeing boats drifted along the river.
The air was filled with a silky aroma of coffee and wine. Laughter and chatter floated in from seemingly distant places.
She was waiting for someone at this restaurant, a professional from the music industry whom she had met by chance at a friend's gathering.
After about ten minutes, a middle-aged man appeared at the entrance of the restaurant. She saw him and stood up, waving to him. The man was around forty years old, not very tall, with a round belly, wearing a blue checkered shirt.
As soon as he sat down, the waiter approached them, and they ordered two steaks, one grilled lobster, and a bottle of wine.
“Hello, Mr. Mu. I have long admired your extensive knowledge in the music industry. I specifically invited you today because I have something to consult you about.”
“Miss Qi, you flatter me. Please feel free to ask; it would be my honor to help if I can.”
At that moment, the waiter interrupted their conversation. The steaks and lobster were served; each received their own steak while the lobster was divided into portions by the waiter. Finally, he opened the bottle of wine and filled their glasses before leaving them to enjoy their meal together.
“Miss Qi, what did you want to consult me about earlier?”
“Yes, Mr. Mu, I would like to inquire about a music company...”
"What is its name?"
"Its name is Yuna Music Company, headquartered in the United States. I heard it has branches all over, including Shanghai."
"Oh, Yuna Music Company?" Mr. Mu looked at her meaningfully.
"What's wrong?" Qiluo Ling looked at him in confusion.
"This company is one of the most well-known globally. It holds the most music copyrights in the world, and advertising companies, television stations, and film companies all use its music. Even online music has to obtain music from it, and it charges copyright fees. It was established in Germany after World War II, initially focusing on classical music. However, due to the decline of the classical music market, it shifted its focus to pop music. Its funding is substantial, and it quickly bought out the copyrights of many pop singers and musicians worldwide."
"Its strength is indeed formidable! What background does it have?"
"Its background has always been unclear. I heard it's controlled by a mysterious consortium organization. This consortium has wealth comparable to that of a medium-developed country."
"Oh, it sounds very mysterious!"
"I have never dealt with this company; I was just curious, so I inquired about some information regarding the consortium through various channels."
"What information do you know?"
"First of all, this consortium is controlled by a secret organization called the Council of Colleagues."
"Council of Colleagues?"
"Yes, it's a brotherhood organization with religious connotations. This organization does not accept women. Moreover, all members of this organization are Jewish."
"It's a Jewish organization?"
"Yes, this organization was established in 1946 after the end of World War II. The founder of the organization was a Jew who escaped from a concentration camp in Germany. That concentration camp housed wealthy Jews. Do you know why Hitler ruthlessly slaughtered Jews?"
"Regarding this, there are too many speculations in the world."
"Among many speculations, one important reason stands out. Jews have historically been good at business and have been quite successful in economic activities. For instance, in the 19th century, the Rothschild Family had a significant influence on Europe's economy. In the early 1930s, a global economic crisis broke out, severely impacting Germany, causing not only an economic regression but also intensifying domestic class conflicts and stimulating the monopoly bourgeoisie's ambition for external expansion. In the context of national decline, targeting wealthy Jews became a natural choice for Germany's ruling class."
"Oh, is that the reason?"
"Of course. Where was I? Right, the concentration camp held Jewish wealthy individuals. The German Nazis hoped to extract the passwords for their accounts in Swiss banks from these people, but they were unsuccessful. The Nazis were furious, and almost all the Jews were killed, leaving only a few survivors. After World War II, the grieving survivors withdrew the funds from those accounts to return to the families of the deceased, and the remaining unclaimed portion was used to create the Council of Colleagues."
"So what does the Council of Colleagues do?" she asked, confused.
"I'm not entirely sure what it specifically does; I only know that it participated in the reconstruction of Israel after World War II, was involved in the Cold War with the U.S.S.R., took part in the Middle East's Oil Economy, and even played a role in the 1998 Asian Financial Crisis."
"That sounds like it has a lot of power."
"Yes, it influences not only economic and technological fields but also affects the evolution of global political dynamics."
After finishing her meal, Qiluo Ling turned her gaze back to the Bund outside. The sky was darkening, and the ferry on the river shimmered with various neon lights, while the opposite bank was shrouded in darkness, with only a few Western restaurants and cafes faintly illuminated by weak orange light to prove their existence.
"I heard that Yuna Corporation has a branch in Shanghai?"
"Yes, it's in that tallest skyscraper on the opposite side. Unfortunately, it's too dark to see now; otherwise, I could point it out to you."
"Oh, but can you tell me how to get there?"
"After you cross that beautiful Waibaidu Bridge, walk to the right. When you reach the second intersection, you'll see a tall building with blue glass on its exterior. It's easy to recognize when you get there; that's Yuna Corporation's Shanghai branch."
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