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In the opulent and spacious second-floor suite of the exclusive club, a dozen or so young men and women in tailored suits and elegant attire lounged comfortably.
At the heart of this group, Lysander and Giselle sat close together.
These young elites were childhood friends of both Lysander and Giselle, having grown up together, forging strong bonds over the years. Naturally, their conversations were relaxed and informal.
"Lysander, how's your new tech subsidiary, Falcon Technologies, going? Have you put together your tech team yet?" asked a strikingly handsman sitting next to Lysander, swirling his drink thoughtfully.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHis question drew the attention of everyone in the room. Montgomery Holdings, a leading industrial conglomerate, was not only a powerhouse in Kingsford but also a global leader in heavy industry. Its influence stretched worldwide.
The announcement that this venerable group was branching into the uncharted territory of Al technology had piqued the curiosity of markets and media alike. Their close-knit circle, aware of sinside information about the Montgomery family, was even more intrigued.
It was well-known among them that Lysander had been a computer prodigy. Unfortunately, the elders of Montgomery Holdings had disapproved of his obsession with computers, fearing it would distract him from his duties to the family business. They had pressured him to abandon his computer studies in favor of a degree in finance and economics during college. Back then, Lysander had shown remarkable resolve.
He refused to give up on either front, ultimately earning a Ph.D. in computer science while simultaneously completing his doctorate in finance and economics. He had even achieved snotable research breakthroughs.
Yet, despite his achievements, the family elders remained unmoved.
Seven years ago, he lacked the power to resist, forced into marriage and the leadership of the family empire.
Now, seven years later, he had seized control with decisive force, securing over half the board's support and compelling his father to step down. He was determined to reclaim his passion for computers.
Their circle of friends knew him well.
Lysander was legendary in their ranks, known for his ruthless strategies and determined pursuit of goals, whether dealing with others or himself.
Hence, he was the de facto leader of their generation, admired and respected.
"The basic tech team is in place, but as for the core technology... I've got my eye on a team, yet their key member has been consistently refusing to meet with me," Lysander said quietly, his expression unreadable.
He idly swirled his drink, the golden liquid catching the light, casting a soft glow over his fingers.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Who dares to refuse you?" someone exclaimed, astonished.
"It's a top-tier Al team from Feloria," Giselle interjected.
Though she was the newly appointed CEO of Falcon Technologies, she was fully aware of the business dealings involved.
"Sis Giselle, who's the big shot in that team? Who dares snub Lysander?" another chimed in, curious.
Giselle glanced at Lysander, then shook her head slightly. "We've only gathered basic information. The team calls themselves the Forest Team. Their leader is a young genius in Al, a Ph.D. and honorary professor from MIT. He and his team developed the 'Atlas Language Model,' currently valued at $150 billion in the market." The room fell silent. Nobody had anything to say.
This wasn't just a genius; if he was truly of their generation, he'd be a prodigy.
The man who had initially asked about Falcon Technologies, sitting beside Lysander, frowned and spoke up, "People with such expertise are notoriously difficult to negotiate with. Have they made any demands?" Lysander replied evenly, "No, they refused outright." He hadn't even met them. "Did you offend them somehow?"
The man next to Lysander, Nathaniel Pembroke, was his closest confidant and spoke candidly Xit was he who had first inquired about Falcon Technologies.