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Chapter 526: Chapter 307: The Collapse of Landick (Part 3)

“We bought your stocks because we believed in you, and you treat us like pigs and monkeys?!”

At this moment, gamers around the world unexpectedly banded together.

They united secretly under discussions at Game Inn and prepared to continuously buy stock that day. As long as they persisted in pushing the stock price higher, this time it would not be Wall Street leeches harvesting them, but they who would harvest Wall Street.

This was gamers’ revenge, as well as a protest against capital. The manifesto to crusade against Druid Entertainment was ready. At this time, every gamer was a warrior, and the money in their pockets was their weapon.

All they needed to do was keep buying Druid Entertainment’s stock, and victory would surely be theirs.

Thus, the most interesting chapter in both gaming and financial history was born.

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After reading the post, Landick became even more bewildered.

He handed the phone back to Leon, the confusion in his eyes thick and impenetrable like fog.

“Just like this? A motley crew, can they really do it?”

It wasn’t just Landick who was confused—Leon himself felt some doubts.

Gamers were scattered, ready to abandon their prior stands for the slightest gain.

They didn’t need to get involved in such matters, and if there was even the slightest discord, they would collapse and never recover.

The money might have been earned from delivering food, from driving trucks, or from standing behind a cash register bit by bit.

But for this act of revenge, they were willing to part with their savings to deal a blow to the big institutions and Druid Entertainment, to show that even chives can bite back!

The stock price continued to rise, institution after institution was facing margin calls, and while these margin calls happened silently, they were like fireworks, bringing about celebration after celebration.

The threads in Game Inn had become an ocean of cheers. Players from North America and across the globe joined in the feast, encouraging and supporting each other, pushing on against the pressure and drawing in more speculative capital to join this war of dividing everything.

Seeing the stock price nearing his own margin call, Landick immediately made a call, screaming, “Cut the internet lines! Do it now, immediately! Halt all transactions related to Druid Entertainment’s stocks! Don’t stop the transactions for large clients, let the big money get out first!”

At this moment, Landick finally tore off his former mask, exposing his unscrupulous face for the sake of profit.

Seeing Landick’s distorted face, Leon looked away.

So ugly.

However, he sighed for the gamers as well.

By getting to the point of a showdown, the gamers had already lost.

Such a Dimensionality Reduction Strike was most demoralizing, and in truth, the gamers couldn’t hold out for very long.

If Landick and the other large institutions could catch their breath, the stock would dive again, and the gamers’ savings might even be halved.

Landick’s orders were effective.

It wasn’t just him; a huge number of people were calling the exchange to cut the internet lines. The large institutions didn’t care about the so-called spirit of the contract at this time; protecting themselves was all that mattered.

Druid Entertainment’s stock price finally stopped rising at this point, and players unable to trade could only watch it peak and then slowly begin to fall.

Seeing this scene, Landick finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But before he had a chance to recover, the stock price began to climb again. Massive buying resumed, once more sending Landick’s heart into a frenzied beat.

He immediately made a phone call, bellowing, “Why did it start again? Unable to control? Impossible! Have you been bribed?”

His howling drew the gaze of countless onlookers, but he could no longer control himself, only impotently raging.

No matter how he roared, the stock price kept climbing and soon breached the 10% threshold.

U.S. stocks don’t have a 10% fluctuation limit. But even if they did, it would be useless for Landick now.

His proxy sent the message that his position had been liquidated. His accumulations had vanished into thin air, which for someone from the oil kingdom, was more terrifying than death.

Sitting numbly in his chair, Landick was like a mourner at a funeral, an enfeebled squirrel that had no more energy.

Meanwhile, in Fang Cheng’s apartment, Fang Cheng was reading a book while pinching a line in the air.

This line was supposed to break, but he used his Mana to keep it connected, allowing the stock transactions that should have been interrupted to proceed again.

Immortals shouldn’t involve themselves in such matters.

But sometimes, it’s not so bad to interfere.