On June 24, the symptoms of the group members had eased. No one fantasized about the bull market anymore. There were fewer noises and it became quieter. It seemed that 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 drivers called back the bargaining passengers they 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. I believe that the group will soon be as lively as before.