Cosma Empire

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

One-third of these mine owners in the west belong to the kind of people with a certain level of education. They can probably understand what Memnon is advocating. The faces of these people either show that kind of tired and boring look, or they are full of sarcasm . Two-thirds of the people actually don't understand what Memnon is talking about. The macroeconomic structure, empire and international ore regulation are completely like scriptures, or scriptures of cults. It sounds amazing, but if you think about it seriously, you feel that your brain is not enough. Anyway, you just believe it in a daze.

The meeting had been going on for about twenty minutes, and Carter suddenly stood up bent over, carrying a suitcase and walking to the toilet beside him. According to the process that Ellis told him, the stage of giving examples would soon come, which is 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.

When it comes to projection, it is actually not much different from a movie player. The opera house also has this equipment, and most of the time it is used for some programs that require night scenes as backgrounds. Reduce the light to the minimum, and then cast the projection of the starry sky. As the time in the opera passes from night to dawn, the light will gradually brighten up, which can give ladies and gentlemen who appreciate the pattern a better sense of immersion.

Looking at the background of Carter's departure, Raul curled his lips, and he said to the guy next to him with a frantic expression on his face, "He actually left with a suitcase, you know, it shows that he doesn't trust us, put We are considered thieves! If he trusted us, he would not take the suitcase with him to the bathroom, this man has a bad character!"

Carter didn't know that his preparation for the assassination turned into a character problem, otherwise he wouldn't mind killing the person sitting next to him while killing Memnon. After checking that the toilet stalls were empty, he entered the innermost one. Lift your foot and gently press the handle of the water tank to let the water in the water tank flow out continuously, and put the box on the raised leg. He took out the pistol and magazines from the two books, checked the pistol again and opened the safety.

Putting the pistol into his arms, he also took out the wine bottle.

It wasn't wine in the bottle, the pale amber liquid was actually kerosene with some burners and thickeners added. He didn't intend to leave here alive. In fact, Ellis didn't know that Doolin had arranged an escape route for Carter, but he refused. His current condition is very bad, the pain has been tormenting him, which makes him very weak while being nervous. When people are vulnerable, they always think of things that make them particularly regretful or sad. Using their past mistakes to punish their current self can produce a kind of 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 was left on the side of the road like a broken doll,

And the wife who was killed by Old Fullers in front of him. He missed them very much, and that kind of longing surrounded him tightly like water. He was the one who dived into the water. He longed to be one with the longing, longing to embrace his wife and daughter.

Now, the time for liberation has come.

Even if he escapes, every day he will continue to endure the torment that life would be worse than death, slowly drowning himself in thoughts, he might as well leave today.

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

Memnon glanced at him when he returned to his seat, but he didn't express anything. He was already satisfied that these mine owners could come. It is impossible to prevent these people from going to the toilet during the conference, right? He made a gesture casually, "I have a legend here, which can more intuitively let you understand the trend chart of bulk transactions and bulk transactions of mineral resource transactions in recent years. From here, you can more clearly find out the overall business situation." advantage."

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

"The red line represents bulk cargo transactions, while the green line represents bulk transactions. It can be seen from this graph that in the past ten years, the transaction volume of the two different trades was dominated by bulk cargo transactions, and gradually has evolved into a large overall transaction. The recovery of the imperial economy has made more places need metal and mineral resources. For example, when our railway tycoon was not lying in bed, he directly ordered a A super order to the largest steel company in the empire."

"At that time, the iron and steel company itself did not have sufficient mineral resources, so they also placed an order with the Western Mining Development Committee, a full 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 Committee will take the lead to gather the excess resources in your hands and sell them to the steel group."

"However, in contrast, the market share of bulk cargo trading is constantly shrinking, and it has drawn a large distance from the bulk trade as a whole. More and more companies have an increasing demand for metals and mineral resources. They need What we want is a more convenient transaction model, instead of sending buyers to the west to buy dozens of tons here and hundreds of tons there. This will not only waste more funds, but also greatly extend the completion of the contract time, there is a saying in Xieris Street, 'time is money'!"

"After we established this trading market, with the market management committee as the intermediary, whenever there is a large trade order, the order will be split according to the total number of mineral resources in your hands and your reputation. In your hands, it will be handed over to the demand side as a whole..."

In fact, this is what the West Mining Association was doing at that time, but this time Memnon changed the name of his project, called the Mineral Resources Trading Market, and changed the name of the department that he grabbed profits, called the Market Management Committee. In fact, the overall structure is still the same as that of the Western Mining Club, but he has slightly packaged it and turned it into something that looks very fresh.

The attention of the mine owners was also gradually attracted by Memnon's narration, these things must be accepted whether they want to accept 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 everyone's future interests, and no one wants to lag behind others when it comes to targeting interests. Even Raul, a talkative guy, shut his mouth and listened carefully to Memnon's introduction.

When Memnon walked and said, and gradually walked to the middle of the stage near the edge, Carter knew that his chance had come. He doesn't hesitate, not even stand up like some movie assassins do, yell "Go to hell" and say something funny looking before pulling the trigger on a pistol that never hits anyone. He directly inserted his hands into his arms in a sitting position. This action was not dangerous at all. Maybe he just wanted to take a cigarette.

When he took out the pistol, people didn't realize that a shocking assassination was about to appear in front of their eyes. Only Memnon felt a little uncomfortable. There was a sound.

Memnon took a few steps back. He lowered his head and looked at his chest. There was a little pain in his chest, really just a little pain. This kind of pain couldn't even make him feel unbearable. Immediately afterwards, the people around began to flee, and while pouring kerosene on himself, Carter walked towards Memnon with a gun. At this time, the distance between the two was less than eight meters. He kept pulling the trigger, and the bullets whizzed and flew out of the gun chamber.

Memnon is like an obedient puppet manipulated by someone, constantly regressing and trembling. The white shirt on his chest was already stained with blood, and it was his two legs that were already stiff, and the muscles that were controlled by the survival instinct, the tight muscles that supported him from falling.

The surrounding guards had already reacted. When they pulled out their guns and pointed 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 sounded behind him, and he felt a lot of people pushing him, half-running and half-falling into the toilet, closing the door and putting the broom and mop behind the door. The raging flames kept devouring his life, at this moment he didn't feel any discomfort other than the pain that was not weaker than a headache. He staggered and pushed open the door of a cubicle, turned around and sat on the toilet, clasped his hands together on his chest, lowered his head and began to silently recite the apocalypse chapter in the Guart scripture.

"Seeing the misery in the world, the gods wanted to spread their radiance to the earth. They found the former king and blessed him, so that he would have great strength, wisdom, and determination without confusion."

"The gods said to the former king, you must free everyone from a miserable life. You must provide people with enough food, clothing to protect them from the cold, and housing to protect them from wild beasts."

"You have to conquer your enemies, cut off their heads and make them fearful."

"You have to be kind to others, even if someone offends you, you have to ask why."

...

When the agents of the Valier Investigation Bureau showed up at the scene, there was nothing they could do except bouts of tingling scalp.

Memnon was shot thirteen times, and all the bullets hit him in the chest. He was beyond dead. The assassin who was hiding in the toilet was also carried out. His whole body had already been burned to charcoal, and there was nothing of value in the whole scene except for a black letter.

This damn... Assassin!