On June 18, the symptoms of the group members had eased. No one fantasized about the bull market anymore. There was less noise in the square and it gradually became quiet, as if everyone had seen the reality and had started to make a living. Some deliverymen picked up the still-hot lunch boxes they had thrown away in the morning, the express deliverymen pulled the tricycles out of the ditch, the Didi driver called back the bargaining passenger he had just scolded, the KTV princess apologized for the slap she had just given, 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. The boss thought he was very down-to-earth and didn't waste time, smoking 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 be as lively as before. $ETH