"A few days ago, people weren't this desperate," Lynch, sitting in the car, couldn't help but remark as he watched the people on the road becoming more like walking corpses.
The stock market crash had taken away people's last hope. Before this, no matter how difficult it was to run a business, people believed everything would soon get better because the financial market was highly prosperous, creating miracles every day.
As long as the financial market remained stable, people held onto hope, even in the face of difficulties.
But now, hope had been taken away by the crash. Two unprecedented plummets completely broke down the perseverance of some people, forcing them to recognize the harsh reality that there was no going back.
Inside and outside the car seemed like two worlds, two entirely unequal and mutually unfair worlds.
Lynch withdrew his gaze and directed it at Vera. "How much available cash is currently in my personal account?"
