I saw my brother sent me a private message this morning!
Brother, I'm going to run away first. A shares broke through 3,000 and straightened the backbone of the nation. All good things must come to an end. This feast has come to its final moment. The delicacies from land and sea have long been eaten up, leaving only the leftovers and the mess. The smart people have already eaten their fill and quietly left the table. You are still reluctant to leave after realizing it, and you are clinking your bowl with chopsticks, fantasizing about the next delicious and rich main course. In the end, you are greeted with a huge bill for this feast. Someone always has to pay for the feast, and this time it's you who pays.
