Anthony felt completely ruined.
Earlier, he was still immersed in the joy of "striking it big," never expecting to plummet from the clouds to the ground.
How could this happen?
"Buzz~"
His phone suddenly started vibrating.
Anthony glanced down, feeling as if the sky was about to fall.
It was an alert from the trading platform.
"Dear Mr. Anthony, due to the decline in the prices of stocks you hold, please promptly supplement a margin of 1 million; otherwise, after your principal is completely lost, we will forcibly sell all the stocks you hold."
Anthony couldn't help but curse, "FxxK."
All my assets are tied up in stocks; where am I going to find 1 million margin?
He also realized that it seemed the platform anticipated the stock price would drop below 84 Xia Yuan, hence the advance margin call.
Anthony glared at the TV screen, cursing fiercely: "Damn liars!"
Wasn't Great Xia confidently promising the successful exploitation of the Sea of Death Black Sand?
