Tens of thousands of small buy orders flooded in at a rate of hundreds per second, instantly pushing the stock price up by 5%.
In the EA Games office, Enzo saw several media outlets smearing EA's latest game, Halo 4, and he was furious.
"Someone come here!" Enzo shouted.
The female secretary pushed open the door and walked in.
Enzo immediately gave the order.
"Immediately arrange for company personnel to find some skilled players and have them stream online, paying each streamer $5,000 per day."
"Yes, Mr. Enzo," the secretary said, and quickly left the office.
On the other end.
The alarm blared in the Citron Foundation office as Old Black stumbled in.
“Earl, this is bad. There are even more retail investors today than yesterday. According to preliminary statistics, 1.2 million retail investors have already poured in cash, and they are all going long on EEWorld stock.”
The Earl stared at the computer screen, watching as Electronic Arts' stock price soared like a rocket, with red warning lights flashing one after another as short sellers were forced to liquidate their positions.
Enraged, the count smashed the crystal glass in his hand to the ground, where it shattered with a "crack," spilling bright red wine onto the Persian carpet.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! To hell with these damn bastards, where did all these retail investors come from to support Enzo?" the Count roared.
In the office, the three financial tycoons had grim expressions.
On the contrary.
At this moment, in the homes of retail investors across the United States, countless people were cheering and jumping for joy while staring at their computer screens. Little did they know that this battle had only just begun.
Meanwhile, in the lobby of New York's largest stock exchange, numerous retail investors jumped up in excitement.
“YES…” a group of people shouted.
Some people even hugged each other and laughed loudly.
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