"They've lost it. These people have really lost their minds."
Viscount Roster watched the steel prices soar past triple their original value, nearing quadruple, and couldn't help muttering: "Who knows what'll happen if this keeps going."
"Wonder which poor sucker's gonna be stuck holding all that steel in the end."
"With that much steel, probably only the ultra-high-speed train system could use it all."
"I was thinking about doing a test run of the ultra-high-speed rail system, but now I think I'll hold off. Better to wait till they crash the steel market, then buy everything up dirt cheap."
Honestly, if they were just using their family's savings to speculate, Viscount Roster couldn't care less. He had his own stuff to handle.
With magic-tech industrialization moving forward, he had way too much on his plate. Besides, he'd already signed contracts with Foster Iron Mine—he didn't need to worry about steel shortages.
