On January 8th, the symptoms of the friends in the group have eased, and no one is fantasizing about a bull market anymore. The square has become much quieter, as if everyone has seen the reality and has begun to continue on the path of making a living. Some delivery workers picked up the hot lunch boxes they had thrown away in the morning, the couriers pulled their tricycles out of the ditch, the ride-hailing drivers called back the passengers they had just bargained with, the KTV princess apologized for the slap she just received, the waiter who just left turned back to tie on his apron, telling the boss he just went out for a smoke, which made the boss feel he was quite reliable and not slacking off, even taking a smoke break so quickly, and the person tightening screws immediately picked up the wrench that had fallen on the ground. No one is giving up on themselves, believing that the group will soon return to its former liveliness.