Things related to the mineral resource market are actually very old-fashioned. It can be said to be leftover from the West Mining Club. However, after the processing of Memnon and some economic builders, the whole theory sounds very high-end.
One-third of these mine owners in the west are people with a certain level of education. They can probably understand what Memnon is advocating. The faces of these people either show that tired and bored look, or they are full of ridicule. . There are still two-thirds of the people who actually don’t understand what Memnon is talking about. The macroeconomic structure, empire and international ore regulation are completely like scriptures, or scriptures of a cult. It sounds great, but when you think about it seriously, you feel like you don't have enough brains. Anyway, you just believe it in a daze.
The conference had been going on for almost twenty minutes. Carter suddenly stood up and bent over, carrying his suitcase and walking to the toilet nearby. According to the process Ellis told him, he would soon reach the stage of giving examples. This was also One of the reasons why Memnon set the venue at the Opera House was because he needed a larger projection screen to display some of his simple graphic data.
Speaking of projection, it is actually not much different from a movie player. The opera house also has this equipment, which is mostly used for programs that require night scenes as backgrounds. Minimize the light, and then add the projection of the starry sky. As time passes in the opera from night to dawn, the light gradually brightens again, which can give ladies and gentlemen who appreciate the layout a better sense of immersion.
Looking at the background of Carter's departure, Raul curled his lips and said to the guy next to him who had a crazy expression on his face, "He actually left with his suitcase. You know, this shows that he doesn't trust us. We think he is a thief! If he trusted us, he wouldn’t take the suitcase with him to the bathroom. This person’s character is questionable!”
Carter didn't know that his preparation for the assassination turned into a character problem, otherwise he would not have minded killing the person sitting next to him when he killed Memnon. After checking that no one was in the toilet stalls, he entered the innermost one. While raising your feet, gently press the handle of the water tank to let the water in the water tank continue to flow out, while placing the box on your raised legs. He took out the pistol and magazines from the two books, checked the pistol again and turned on the safety.
The pistol was inserted into his arms, and he took out the wine bottle.
The bottle is not wine, the light amber liquid is actually kerosene with some flame enhancers and thickeners added to it. He did not intend to leave here alive. In fact, Ellis did not know that Dulin had arranged an escape route for Carter, but he rejected it. His current condition is very bad, the pain has been tormenting him, which makes him neurasthenic and also very fragile. When people are vulnerable, they will always think of things that make them particularly regretful or sad. Using their past mistakes to punish themselves in the present can produce a twisted pleasure.
Carter always recalled his wife and daughter. Whenever he was half asleep due to pain and fatigue, he would recall his daughter who was left on the roadside like a broken doll and the The wife that Old Fulers killed in front of him. He missed them very much, and the longing was as thick as water and surrounded him tightly. He was the one who dived into the water. He longed to be integrated with the longing, and longed to embrace his wife and daughter.
Now, the time for relief has come.
Even if he escapes, he will continue to suffer torture that is worse than death every day and slowly drown himself in longing. It is better to leave today.
He prepared the fuel for himself. Even if the police found his body, it would be impossible to identify him. Then there was a black post. When he was ready, he left the toilet with his suitcase.
Memnon glanced at him when he returned to his seat, but didn't show any expression. He was already satisfied that these mine owners could come. It was impossible to prevent these people from going to the toilet during the conference, right? He made a gesture casually, "I have a diagram here that can help you more intuitively understand the trends of bulk transactions and bulk transactions in mineral resource transactions in recent years. From here, you can more clearly discover the overall operating conditions." The advantages it brings.”
He raised his hand and waved, all the lights began to dim, and a curved graph appeared on the originally white screen behind him.
"The red line represents bulk cargo transactions, and the green line represents bulk transactions. It can be seen from this curve chart that in the past ten years, the transaction volume of the two different trades was dominated by bulk cargo transactions, and gradually It has evolved into mainly large-scale overall transactions. The recovery of the empire's economy has made more places need metal and mineral resources. For example, when our railway tycoon was not lying in bed, he directly made a fortune more than two years ago. A super order to the largest steel company in the empire."
"At that time, the steel company itself did not have sufficient mineral resources, so they placed an order with the Western Mining Development Commission for two million tons of iron ore! I think most of you here are also involved. When it comes to that transaction, the Western Mining Development Council will take the lead to pool the excess resources in your hands and sell them to the steel group. "
"But looking back at the market share of bulk trading, it is constantly shrinking, and it is far away from the overall bulk trade. More and more companies have an increasing demand for metals and mineral resources. They need Instead of sending buyers to the west to buy dozens of tons here and hundreds of tons there, this will not only waste more money, but also greatly extend the completion of the contract. Time, there is a saying in Xie Lisi Street, 'time is money'!"
"After we established this trading market, with the market management committee as the intermediary, whenever a bulk trade order appears, the order will be split into In your hands, it will finally be handed over to the demander..."
In fact, this is what the West Mining Association was doing at that time, but this time Memnon changed the name of his project to the Mineral Resources Trading Market, and changed the name of the department that gained profits to the Market Management Committee. In fact, the overall structure is still the same as that of the West Mining Association, but it has been slightly packaged and turned into something that looks very fresh.
The attention of the mine owners was gradually attracted by Memnon's narrative. Whether they were willing to accept these things or not, they had to accept them. Since there is no second way to go, why not try to understand it in more detail? At least these things will represent everyone's future interests. No one wants to lag behind others in terms of interests. Even Raul, a talkative man, kept his mouth shut and listened carefully to Memnon's introduction.
When Memnon walked and talked, gradually reaching the middle of the stage near the edge, Carter knew that his opportunity had come. He didn't hesitate at all. He didn't even stand up like some assassins in movies, yell "go die", and then said some funny-looking lines before pulling the trigger of a pistol that was absolutely impossible to hit anyone. He directly put his hands into his arms in a sitting position. This action was not dangerous at all. Maybe he just wanted to get a cigarette.
When he took out his pistol, no one realized that a shocking assassination was about to appear in front of them. Only Memnon felt vaguely uncomfortable. At that moment, he followed this uncomfortable feeling and searched for the gun. There was a sound.
Memnon took a few steps back. He lowered his head and looked at his chest. His chest hurt a little. It was really just a little pain. This kind of pain could not even make him feel unbearable. Immediately afterwards, the people around him began to flee. Carter poured kerosene on himself and walked towards Momennon with his gun raised. At this time, there was less than eight meters between the two. He kept pulling the trigger, and bullets whizzed out of the barrel.
Memnon was like an obedient puppet that was manipulated, constantly regressing and trembling. The white shirt on his chest has been stained with blood. What is still supporting him from falling are his two stiff legs and the tight muscles controlled by the survival instinct.
The surrounding guards had already reacted. When they pulled out their guns and pointed them at Carter, Carter casually threw the black post on the stage. The lighter he had already held in his hand was lit by him, and he turned around and rushed to the toilet.
Gunshots rang out behind him, and he felt many people pushing him. He rushed into the toilet half running and half falling, and closed the door and put the broom and mop behind the door. The raging flames continued to devour his life. At this moment, except for the pain that was no less than a headache, he did not feel any discomfort. He staggered open the door of a stall, turned around and sat on the toilet, clasped his hands together on his chest, lowered his head and began to silently recite the apocalyptic chapter in the Guarte scripture.
"The gods saw the misery in the world and wanted to spread their divine glory to the earth. They found the late king and blessed him with great strength, clever wisdom, and determination that would not be lost."
"The gods said to the late king, you must free everyone from their miserable life, you must provide people with enough food to eat, clothing to wear without fear of the cold, and shelter from wild beasts."
"You must conquer your enemies and cut off their heads to make them fearful."
"You have to be kind to others. Even if someone offends you, you have to ask why."
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When the agents from the Van Leer Bureau of Investigation appeared on the scene, there was nothing left to do except for the numbness of their scalps.
Memnon was shot thirteen times, and all the bullets hit his chest. He was already dead. The assassin hiding in the toilet was also carried out. His whole body had been burned to charcoal. There was nothing valuable in the entire scene except a black letter.
Damn... Assassin!
eternal life in fire
(End of chapter)