The things about the mineral resource market are actually very old-fashioned, and it can be said that the West Mine will play leftovers, but after the processing of Memnon and the processing of some economic builders, the whole theory sounds very lofty.

One-third of these mine owners in the west belong to the kind of people who have a certain level of education, and they can probably understand what Memnon is preaching, and their faces are either tired and bored or full of mockery. And two-thirds of the people actually don't understand what Memnon is saying, what macroeconomic structure, empire and international ore regulation and so on are exactly like scriptures, or cult scriptures. It gives people a feeling that it sounds so powerful, but when you think about it seriously, you feel that your brain meridian is not enough, and you believe it in a daze anyway.

Almost twenty minutes into the meeting, Carter suddenly stooped to his feet, walked to the toilet with his suitcase in hand, and according to the process that Ellis had told him, it would soon be the stage of examples, which was one of the reasons why Memnon had set up the venue in the opera house, because he needed a larger projection screen to play some of his simple graphic data.

When it comes to projection, it's not much different from a movie player, and the opera house also has this set of equipment, which is mostly used for some shows that require night scenes as a background. Keeping the light to a minimum, and then projecting the starry sky, the light gradually brightens up as the time passes through the opera from night to dawn, giving the ladies and gentlemen who appreciate the scene a better sense of immersion.

Looking at the background of Carter's departure, Raul pursed his lips, and said to the guy next to him who already had a crazy expression on his face, "He actually left with a suitcase, you know, it means that he doesn't trust us and sees us as thieves! If he trusted us, he wouldn't take the suitcase with him to the bathroom, this person's character is wrong!"

Carter didn't know that he had become a character problem when he started preparing for the assassination, otherwise he wouldn't mind killing the man sitting next to him when he killed Memnon. After checking the toilet and seeing no one in several cubicles, he entered the innermost one. While lifting your foot and gently pressing the handle of the water tank, so that the water in the tank continues to flow out, you can put the box on the raised leg. I took out the pistol and magazine from the two books, checked the pistol again, and opened the safe.

The pistol was inserted into his arms, and he took the bottle out of his hand.

The bottle was not wine, the faint amber liquid was actually kerosene with some flammers and thickeners added. He didn't plan to get out alive, as Ellis didn't know that Doolin had arranged an escape route for Carter, but he refused. He was in a very bad condition, and the pain was tormenting him, which made him nervous and fragile at the same time. When people are vulnerable, they will always think of something that makes them regret or sad, and punishing their current self with their past mistakes can produce a twisted pleasure.

Carter always thought of his wife and daughter, and whenever he was half-asleep from pain and fatigue, he would think of his daughter who had been abandoned on the side of the road like a broken doll, and his wife who had been killed in front of him by old Flears. He missed them very much, and that kind of longing was thick like water that surrounded him, and he was the one who dived into the water, and he longed to be one with his thoughts, to be able to hug his wife and daughter.

Now, the time for liberation has come.

Even if he escapes, he will continue to suffer the torment of life and death every day, and slowly drown himself in his thoughts, it is better to leave today.

He prepared this fuel for himself, and even if the police found his body, it would be impossible to identify him. Then there was a black post, and when he was ready for everything, he left the toilet with his suitcase.

When he returned to his seat, Memnon glanced at him, but did not say anything, he was satisfied that these mine owners could come, and it was impossible not to let these people not go to the toilet during the meeting, right? ”

He raised his hand and waved, and all the lights began to dim, and a curved graph appeared on the originally white curtain behind him.

"The red line represents bulk trading, and the green line represents bulk trading, and it can be seen from this curve chart that the transaction volume of the two different trades has gradually evolved from bulk trading to bulk trading in the past ten years. The recovery of the empire's economy has made more and more places need metals and mineral resources, for example, when our railroad tycoon was not yet in bed, he placed a super order directly to the empire's largest steel company more than two years ago. ”

"At that time, the steel companies themselves did not have enough mineral resources, so they also placed an order with the Western Mining Development Board, which was two million tons of iron ore! I think most of you here were involved in that transaction, and the Western Mining Development Board took the lead in pooling the excess resources in your hands and selling them to the steel group. ”

"However, on the other hand, the market share of bulk cargo trading is shrinking, and it has opened a large distance from the overall bulk trade. More and more enterprises have an increasing demand for metals and mineral resources, and what they need is a more convenient trading model, rather than sending buyers to the west to buy dozens of tons here and hundreds of tons there. In addition to wasting more money, it will also greatly extend the time it takes to complete the contract, and there is a saying on Sherith Street, 'Time is money'!"

"After we set up this trading market, with the market management committee as the intermediary, whenever there is a large trade order, the order will be split into your hands according to the total amount of mineral resources you have in your hands, as well as your credibility, and finally transferred to the demand side as a whole......

In fact, this is what the West Mining Association did at that time, but this time Mennon changed the name of his project, called the Mineral Resources Trading Market, and changed the name of the department that grabbed benefits for himself, called the Market Management Committee. In fact, the overall structure is still the same as that of the Western Mining Association, but he packaged it a little and turned it into a fresh-looking thing.

The attention of the mine owners was gradually drawn to Memnon's narrative, which they had to accept whether they wanted it or not. Since there is no second way to go, why not try to understand it in more detail? At least these things will represent the interests of everyone in the future, and no one wants to be left behind when it comes to interests. Even Raul closed his mouth and listened carefully to Memnon's introduction.

As Memnon walked as he spoke, gradually reaching the middle of the stage near the edge, Carter knew his chance had come. He didn't hesitate, he didn't even stand up like some of the assassins in the movies, shout to die, and say something funny before pulling the trigger of a pistol that would never hit anyone. He put his hand in his arms in a sitting position, this action was not dangerous at all, maybe he just wanted to get a cigarette.

When he pulled out his pistol, no one realized that an earth-shattering assassination was about to appear in front of their eyes, only Memnon vaguely felt a little uncomfortable, and the moment he searched for this uncomfortable feeling, the gunshot rang out.

Memnon took a few steps backwards, he looked down at his chest, it hurt a little, it really just a little bit, the pain couldn't even make him feel unbearable. Immediately after the crowd began to flee, Carter doused kerosene on himself and walked towards Memenon with his gun in hand. At this point, there is less than eight meters between the two. He kept pulling the trigger, and the bullets whirled out of the chamber of the gun.

Memnon is like an obedient puppet that has been manipulated, constantly regressing and trembling. The white shirt on his chest had been stained with blood, and what was still supporting him at this time was his two stiff legs, and the muscles controlled by the survival instinct, the tense muscles.

The guards around him had already reacted, and when they pulled out their guns and pointed them at Carter, Carter casually threw the black post onto the stage. The lighter he had already held in his hand was hit by him, and he turned around and rushed to the toilet.

Gunshots rang out behind him, and he felt a lot of people pushing him, and he half-ran and half-fell into the toilet, closing the door and holding the broom and mop behind the door. The raging flames continued to consume his life, and at the moment he did not feel any discomfort except for the pain that was not weaker than the headache. He staggered open the door to a cubicle, turned and sat down on the toilet, clasped his hands to his chest, and began to silently recite the apocalyptic chapters of the Guert scriptures with his head bowed.

"When the gods saw the misery of the earth, they wanted to sprinkle the light of the gods on the earth, and they sought the king and blessed him, so that he might have great strength, and wisdom and wisdom, and would not be confused in determination. ”

"The gods said to the kings, "You will free all men from their miserable lives, you will make them fed, they will have clothes to wear from the cold, and they will have shelter from wild beasts. ”

"Thou shalt conquer thy enemies, and cut off their heads, and thou shalt make them afraid. ”

"You have to be kind to others, and even if they offend you, ask why. ”

......

When the agents from the Vanlier Bureau of Investigation showed up on the scene, there was nothing left to do but tingle on their scalps.

Thirteen bullets were shot in Memnon's body, and all the bullets hit him in the chest, and he was dead and could not die again. The assassin who was hiding in the toilet was also carried out, and the whole person had already been burned to charcoal, and the entire scene, except for a black letter, there was nothing of value.

What the hell is this...... Assassin!