At 15:20, the group returned to its former bustle and prosperity. No one discussed the stock market anymore. Everyone saw the reality and started to make a living. The delivery guy picked up the still-hot lunch box he had thrown away in the morning, the courier pulled the tricycle out of the ditch, the Didi driver called the bargaining passenger he had just scolded back, the KTV princess apologized for the slap she had just slapped, the waiter who had just left turned back to tie his apron and told the boss that he had just gone out to smoke, the screwdriver immediately picked up the wrench on the ground, and the e-commerce guy started complaining about why his business had fallen again today. No one gave up on themselves, and I believe that no one in the group will think of the stock market for a long time to come
