The Scapegoat Goes to Work!

Everyone was like ants on a hot griddle.

Everyone had gone mad.

At that moment, everyone was like a headless fly.

They privately sought out buyers, only to discover that everyone was just like them—already heavily indebted from buying Steel Futures.

There was truly no solution offline. Online, prices in the Steel Futures Market were also plunging without end.

Whenever someone thought their acceptable price had reached rock bottom, the moment they placed an order on the Futures Market, they found that countless others had nearly collapsed at the same time, all setting the same price—or even lower.

And so, naturally, nothing could be sold.

Unlike the Stock Exchange, the Futures Market did not close. It operated twenty-four hours a day without stopping.

By the time the outside was brightly lit, the price had already fallen to around 50% of its peak.

In other words, it had been cut in half.

And this had happened in merely half a day.

The head of the Clarkson Family was deathly pale, already sunk in despair.

At that moment, a thought suddenly came to him: this price no longer held any meaning at all.

Because there was simply no one buying!

No matter how far they lowered the price, they simply could not sell.

"What's the point? Forget falling by half—even if it fell by two-thirds, so what? It only has value if someone is willing to buy it! Market quotes keep dropping, people are growing ever more desperate, and there's simply no way there will be buyers."

"No, I even suspect that anyone with even the slightest interest in Steel Futures, anyone with any interest in steel at all, has already staked their entire fortune and life on it."

As the head of the Clarkson Family thought of this, he suddenly felt