At 14:47, the symptoms of the group members have been alleviated. No one fantasizes about the bull market. There are fewer noises in the group and it gradually becomes quiet, as if everyone has seen the reality and has started to make a living. Some deliverymen picked up the still hot lunch boxes thrown away in the morning, the express deliverymen pulled the tricycles out of the ditch, the Didi driver called back the bargaining passenger who had just been scolded, the KTV princess apologized for the slap she had just slapped, the waiter who had just left the house turned back and tied his apron, telling the boss that he had just gone out to smoke a cigarette. The boss thought he was very down-to-earth and didn't waste time, smoking a cigarette so quickly, and the screwdriver immediately picked up the wrench on the ground. No one gave up on themselves, and I believe that the group will soon return to its former liveliness. $BNB