The frenzied stock market continued for another three days.
The first batch of listed companies was still rising slightly.
However, the gains were no longer particularly significant.
For example, the Rost Territory conglomerate's stock price had basically settled at 22.5 gold coins per share.
Of course, multiplying by 22.5 times in just ten days was already quite outrageous.
Yet the stock prices of newly listed companies like the Wool Guild were still rising at an absurd rate.
Seeing his company's stock reach 9 gold coins per share, Wool Ryan immediately said to the Shepherd Pope, "Prepare to sell. Dump all 1.24 million shares the two of us hold. Sell as much as we can, as fast as we can! No, we can't dump them all at once. We need to control the pace. Let me think... sell 200,000 shares first, at 9.1 gold coins."
"Shouldn't we wait? I feel like there's still room for it to rise."
The Shepherd Pope's gaze was somewhat feverish. When they had first listed at three gold coins per share, he had felt that they were taking a loss, but things were completely different now!
He knew perfectly well that the Wool Guild was absolutely not worth this price.
It was at least twice as expensive as it should have been!
But so what?
The insane surge had made him a little insane as well.
"Sell! Listen to me!"
Wool Ryan spoke in an exceptionally solemn tone. "If it rises any further, we won't be able to sell it off. Remember, never sell at the peak. Only frenzied retail investors can take all the shares in our hands."
At nine gold coins, quite a few commoners and minor nobles could still afford it. If it rose any higher, they might not be willing to buy.