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 Mennon and the processing of some economic construction engineers, the whole theory sounds very high-end.

One-third of the mine owners in the west belong to those with a certain level of culture. They can probably understand what Mennon is advocating. These people either show a tired and boring look or a strong ridicule. Two-thirds of the people actually don’t understand what Mennon is saying, what macroeconomic structure, empire and international ore regulation are completely like scriptures, or scriptures from cults. They give people a feeling that they sound so powerful, but think carefully and feel that their brains are not enough. Anyway, they believe it in a daze.

The conference had been going on for almost twenty minutes, and Carter suddenly bent over and stood up, carrying his suitcase to the toilet on the side. Following the process Aires told him, the example stage will soon arrive, which is one of the reasons why Mennon set up the venue in the Opera House, because he needed a larger projection screen to play some of his simple graphic data.

Speaking of projection, it is actually not much different from the movie player. The Opera House also has this set of equipment. Most of the time it is used for programs that require night view as background. Reduce the light to a minimum and then project the starry sky. As time in the opera passes, from night to dawn, the light gradually becomes brighter, which can give ladies and gentlemen who appreciate the pattern a better sense of immersion.

Looking at the background of Carter's departure, Lauer curled his lips. He said to the guy beside him who had a crazy expression on his face, "He actually left with his suitcase. Do you know? This means he doesn't trust us and regards us as thieves! If he trusts us, he wouldn't take the suitcase to the bathroom. There is a problem with this person's character!"

Carter didn't know that he had started to prepare for assassination and had a problem with character, otherwise he wouldn't mind killing the person sitting next to him when he killed Mennon. After checking that there was no one in several compartments in the toilet, he entered the innermost one. While lifting his feet and gently pressing the handle of the water tank, letting the water in the tank flow out continuously, he placed the box on his raised legs. He took out the pistol and magazines from the two books, checked the pistol again and turned on the insurance.

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

The bottle was not wine. The faint amber liquid was actually kerosene with some burning agent and thickening agent added. He did not intend to leave here alive. In fact, Alice didn't know that Dulin had arranged an escape route for Carter, but he refused. His current situation was very bad, and the pain was tormenting him, which made him feel neurasthenia and very fragile. When people were fragile, they always think of something that made them particularly regretful or sad. Punishing themselves with their past mistakes can create a distorted pleasure.

Carter always recalls his wife and daughter. Whenever he is half asleep due to pain and fatigue, he will recall his daughter who was thrown on the side of the road like a broken doll, and his wife who was killed in front of him by Old Forest. He misses them very much. The longing is thick and surrounded him tightly like water. He is the one who sneaks into the water. He desires to be one with longing, longing to be able to embrace his wife and daughter.

Now, the time for liberation has come.

Even if he escapes, he will continue to suffer the torture of life worse than death every day. He will slowly drown himself in his longing, and it is better to leave today.

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

When he returned to his seat, Mennon glanced at him, but he did not say anything. He was satisfied that these mine owners could come. It was impossible not to let these people not go to the toilet during the conference, right? He made a casual gesture, "I have a legend here, which can make you more intuitively understand the trend charts of bulk transactions and bulk transactions in recent years in mineral resource trading. From here, you can more clearly discover the advantages brought by the overall operation."

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

"The red line represents bulk transactions, and the green line represents bulk transactions. From this curve chart, we can see that the transaction volume of the two different trades in the past decade has gradually evolved from bulk transactions to bulk 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 placed a super order for the empire's largest steel company more than two years ago."

"The steel company had insufficient mineral resources at that time, so they also placed an order for the Western Mining Development Commission, which was a full 2 ​​million tons of iron ore! I think most of the people here also participated in that transaction, led by the Western Mining Development Commission, to concentrate the excess resources in your hands and then sell them to the Steel Group."

"But on the other hand, the market share of bulk transactions is constantly shrinking, and it has opened a big distance from the overall bulk trade. More and more companies are demanding metals and mineral resources. What they need is a more convenient trading model, rather than sending buyers to the west, buying dozens of tons here and hundreds of tons there. In addition to wasting more funds, this will also greatly extend the time for completing the contract. There is a saying on Sheris Street, 'Time is money'!"

"When we established this trading market, the Market Management Committee is the middleman. Whenever a bulk trade order appears, the order will be split into your hands according to the total number of mineral resources you have and your credibility, and finally handed over to the demand side as a whole..."

In fact, this was what the Ximin Association did at that time. However, this time Mennon changed his name to his project, called the mineral resource trading market, and changed his name to the department that he was snatching profits, called the Market Management Committee. In fact, the overall structure is still the same as the Ximin Association, but he packed it a little and turned into something that looked very fresh.

The mine owners' attention was gradually attracted by Mennon's narrative. These things must be accepted whether they are willing to accept them or not. Since there is no second way to go, why not try to understand them in more detail? At least these things will represent everyone's future interests. In terms of interests, no one is willing to lag behind. Even Raul, the talkative person, closed his mouth and listened carefully to Mennon's introduction.

When Mennon walked and said, gradually approaching the middle of the stage, Carter knew that his chance had come. He did not hesitate, and did not even stand up like the assassins in some movies, shouted to die, and then said some funny lines before pulling the trigger of the pistol that would definitely not hit the person. He directly inserted his hand 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, people didn't realize that a shocking assassin was about to appear in front of them. Only Mennon felt a little uncomfortable. The moment he looked for this uncomfortable feeling, the gunshots rang.

Mennon took a few steps backwards. He looked down at his chest. His chest hurt a little, but it was really a little bit of pain. The pain couldn't even make him feel unbearable. Then the people around him began to flee. Carter poured kerosene on him while holding a gun toward Mennon. At this time, there was only a distance of less than eight meters between the two. He kept pulling the trigger, and the bullets roared and shot out of the gun chamber.

Mennon was like an obedient puppet controlled by someone, constantly retreating and trembling. The white shirt on his chest had been dyed with blood. What was still supporting him not falling at this time was his two stiff legs, muscles controlled by his survival instinct, and tense muscles.

The guards around him had already reacted. When they took out their guns and pointed them at Carter, Carter threw the black post onto the stage. The lighter he had already held was beaten by him, and he turned around and rushed to the bathroom.

The gunshot sounded behind him, and he felt that many people were pushing him, running and falling, and rushing into the toilet, closing the door and pressing the broom and mop behind the door. The blast and mop was kept swallowing his life. At this moment, he did not feel any discomfort except for the pain that was not inferior to the headache. He staggered and pushed open the door of a compartment, turned around and sat on the toilet, holding his hands together in his chest, and lowered his head to start silently reciting the Apocalypse chapters in the Guartes.

"The gods saw the miserable world and wanted to spread the divine light to the earth. They found the former king and blessed him, so that he had powerful strength, wisdom, and determination not to be confused."

"The gods told the former kings that you must free all people from miserable life, you must allow people to eat, let people wear clothes without fear of the cold, and let people have a place to live without being harmed by wild animals."

"You will conquer the enemy and cut off the enemy's heads to make them afraid."

"You must be kind to others. Even if others offend you, you must ask for the reason."

...

When the agents from the Vanrier Bureau of Investigation appeared on the scene, there was nothing else to do except for waves of tingling scalp.

Mennon was shot thirteen times, and all the bullets hit his chest. He was dead and could not die anymore. The assassin hiding in the toilet was also carried out, and his whole body had been burned to coke. There was nothing valuable except a black letter on the entire scene.
Chapter completed!