Brother, I'm running away first, A shares are ready to rush to 5,000 to straighten 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, leaving only the leftovers and the mess. The smart people have already eaten their fill and quietly left the table, but you are still reluctant to leave, clinking your bowl with chopsticks, fantasizing about the next delicious and sumptuous main course, but 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.