After saying such a long paragraph, Jenkins reached for the water glass after he finished speaking. He didn't study finance or economics before, and he had only heard a little about this kind of thing, so he just gave an example to broaden Dolores' horizons.
Jenkins swears that he has absolutely no intention of carrying out this crude plan.
After saying this, I noticed that the opera outside had started, but none of the people in the box had the intention to approach the curtain and pick up the small golden telescope.
Dolores was thinking, and Julia was remembering.
"But you say it's possible to turn a profit in the short term..."
Dolores didn't question the feasibility of this approach, what she noticed was the time limit.
"If someone can keep track of the flow of tulips in the market and the real-time price, what's the difficulty in short-term profit? They will fuel the flames of tulips and withdraw at the right time. As long as decision makers have real-time data, they can play this game There are no difficulties. In my opinion, if it goes well, the whole thing can be completed in a month or even half a month."
Jenkins nodded, pleased with his excellent memory. In fact, these so-called scams are all "Karma leeks" in essence, and the difference is only in the methods and methods.
Fraud in the traditional sense is only aimed at limited individuals or groups, while the fraud he mentioned is aimed at the general public, which is essentially an investment scam. That's why Jenkins thinks that financial games without industrial support are advanced frauds. Although thinking this way is a bit too arbitrary and extreme, at least the general direction is correct.
The opera started, and the singing voice of the majestic man echoed throughout the theater. Jenkins felt bored after he finished speaking. Seeing Her Royal Highness sitting on the sofa looking thoughtful, he didn't bother her. He got up and walked to the balcony, picked up the long pole on the side of the telescope and held it in front of his eyes.
Jenkins can appreciate the charm of opera, but just can't enjoy it very much, as he has repeatedly confirmed.
So after watching for a while, I lost interest, moved my hands slightly, and followed the angle of the telescope to look at the auditorium below.
The box where they are located is almost the best point in the center of the whole theater, so when you look down, you can see all the moving heads and various characters in the dimly lit auditorium.
"Oh, sage~"
Because of the angle, when looking down from above, Jenkins was able to see some "wonderful" images if the women's tops were too baggy.
He blushed and hurriedly put down the binoculars. Seeing that there were no cats watching him, he breathed a sigh of relief and continued to pick up the binoculars, but this time he didn't dare to look at the auditorium again.
Due to fire prevention and safety issues, the hall where everyone is now has more than one entrance. Now the gates of these entrances are closed, and because the lights of the theater are turned off, it is difficult for the light on the stage to reach the second half, so except for Jenkins with special eyes, no one can see some strange people orderly from behind. Get out of those doors.
Among these people are the guards of the theater, the waiters responsible for guiding the distinguished guests, the girl carrying the flower basket, the old man who looks like a coachman, and so on. It is not uncommon for these people to appear near the theater, but it is too strange to walk in all of them.
Jenkins narrowed his eyes because he saw that the people walking in front were holding pistols in their hands.
"It's bad luck."
I don't know whether to describe myself or the people below.
Boom~
The muzzle of the gun was aimed at the ceiling and the trigger was pulled. The sound of the gun was followed by screams one after another, and the auditorium below suddenly became chaotic. Then someone turned on all the gas lamps on the wall, and it suddenly turned from darkness to light. Most people closed their eyes subconsciously, and the singing on the stage stopped abruptly.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please forgive me for not being able to introduce myself. Now it's a robbery, please hand over your wallet and jewelry. I am an opera lover, so I don't want the walls and carpets of the opera house to be stained with blood. "
It is the man who emerges from behind the curtain, and he and his companions appear to be in control of the backstage. The male lead who was singing just now bravely stepped forward to argue with the group of people, but was kicked off the stage.
"Bad luck."
Jenkins put down the binoculars in his hand and turned to see Dolores' puzzled eyes.
"Looks like a robbery."
He said this regretfully, and then strode to the door to open it, but he didn't see the gunman or robbers ambushing outside.
"What's the matter? Only grab the people below, not the people above?"
Jenkins thought suspiciously, and then saw that Julia took out a women's pistol from nowhere and wanted to rush out, so he hurriedly stopped her.
"I'll take care of it. How can I let the ladies participate in such a dangerous thing? It's just a group of ordinary people, don't care."
Although the location of the Opera House is not in the center of Ruen City, it can be considered a lively city. Jenkins couldn't imagine that robbers would happen in such a place.
But he didn't need to make a move at all, and before he even walked out of the door of the box, he heard gunshots coming from below again, followed by gunshots and screams. Jenkins even heard the violent sound of the steam water-cooled heavy machine gun, the unique bullet/bullet jet and the gear collision sound of the high-power operation of the steam bag, which he only occasionally heard when he was studying at the [Mr. Ink Club].
Dolores raised the water glass with her left hand, and wiped the air with her right hand, freezing her body into ice to seal the viewing platform to prevent accidental injury from stray bullets.
Then Jenkins walked to the window alone, looked down through the layer of ice, and found a large number of armed bodyguards in uniforms attacking from outside the door, auditorium, and boxes throughout the theater. The exaggerated heavy machine gun that I heard just now attacked from a window slightly lower than the position of Jenkins and others. The body of the firearm plus the steam storage and manufacturing device plus the cooling area device are extremely bulky, and it is impossible to transport them temporarily except for the arrangement in advance.
Looking down, because of the exaggerated power of that gun, the stage of the theater has been smashed in half. But with this kind of weapon suppression, the group of self-proclaimed robbers quickly fell into a disadvantage.
"It should be fine."
said Jenkins, and Dolores and Julia came along.
A commotion was already heard outside the door, and the audience in the box on the same floor seemed to have all ran to the corridor. Followed by the sound of panicked footsteps, it was the guards of these distinguished guests who were originally waiting downstairs or even outside the theater.
There were also guards around Dolores, but Her Royal Highness only asked about the current situation and let them leave.