Even Foster Mining Company, the weakest, least reputable, and slowest to turn a profit, was still seeing its stock price rise.
Before long, the stocks of these major companies would likely rise to the point where only wealthy families, nobles, major merchants, and churches could afford them. Ordinary people would either cash out during this surge and make a fortune, or continue holding.
This was what Viscount Rost wanted to see, and the reason Viscount Rost wanted it was because it was what Roger wanted to see!
It was something this world needed to face before the arrival of the Magitech Industrial Age.
Three in the afternoon.
Graycastle Empire.
Inside a church.
The popes and pastors from the various churches had been gathered here for six hours.
The faces of several popes were brimming with excitement.
"Today, the Golden Merchants' Guild closed at seven gold coins. Its circulating shares alone were worth seven million gold coins, putting the entire guild at a value of twenty-eight million gold coins. I have to say, that elf truly does nothing halfway—when she acts, she shakes the world!"
As one pope sighed in admiration, another slowly shook his head. "I think that price is still too low. Even in our Graycastle Empire, most lords have already joined the Golden Merchants' Guild's trade network."
"To put it bluntly, how many nobles across the entire continent have yet to join the Golden Merchants' Guild's trade network?"
"It could be said that the Golden Merchants' Guild is an alliance of interests formed by all nobles. For such an alliance, a valuation of less than thirty million gold coins is still too low. I believe we should keep accumulating tomorrow and push the Golden Merchants' Guild to a valuation of at least eighty million gold coins."
"Eighty million