Colombia.
Inside a huge villa in the southern jungle.
A white man in his forties leisurely fishes by the river, with fruit wine and various pastries produced from his territory on a small table next to him. Due to the time difference, it's still morning here. The sun is just rising, but he couldn't resist having a glass of wine.
After listening to the report from his subordinate, the white man pushed his glasses up.
"No wonder I've lost my appetite for that stuff recently. So, it's this wine that's the culprit. Jones, promptly arrange for public opinion manipulation to curb its expanding influence. Also, find ways to acquire this technology. Plus, this Ling can't be spared. We can't let them sell their products smoothly. Understand?"