I'm Going to Take a Gamble!

In this climate, Viscount Rost made his final move.

He directly launched a buyback plan at one-fifth of the original steel price. In other words, the steel buyback price was only 2% of its peak futures price.

At such a price, it was practically daylight robbery.

Yet even so, those holding Steel Futures still chose to sell them to Viscount Rost.

At least, most of them made that choice.

The price of Steel Futures was falling every day. If this continued, they feared they would not have a single gold coin left.

By now, land values had plunged to an appalling degree.

The vast majority of nobles had given up on buying back their own land.

Although these nobles had collectively invested billions of gold coins into Steel Futures and could now only recover tens of millions, tens of millions was still money!

At the very least, with that money, they still had a chance to make a comeback.

Perhaps they had learned from their previous lesson.

When Foster Mining Company had wanted to buy back the futures, they had all refused, missed their chance, and then found themselves unable to sell.

Now that Viscount Rost was willing to take them off their hands, most people immediately chose to sell everything to him.

Golden City.

The Clarkson Family.

"Patriarch, why are you still hesitating at a time like this? Hurry and sell to Viscount Rost! We can at least recover several hundred thousand gold coins. Our family has always focused on trade, and with those hundreds of thousands of gold coins, we can still have a bright future. If we keep dragging this out and Viscount Rost stops buying, we'll really be finished!"

Listening to the elders of the family prattle on, the Clarkson Family Patriarch's face darkened. Perhaps he