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Rumors are like the cold rain in late autumn, with a chill that penetrates the bones, quietly seeping into every corner of the trading circle. "Did you hear about that Zhang Shen in the south of the city? His financing bank exploded and he was completely worn out! Last night, from the top floor of the Financial Building..." "Really or not? Wasn't he quite popular a while ago?" "What's the use of glory? In this business, even if the gods come, they will lose their skin. If you apply too much leverage, you will miss the mark and be doomed. It's a pity that he was also a famous figure back then..." Hisses, sighs, and a few indiscernible sighs mixed with the smell of cigarette smoke and excess caffeine became the background noise of this dull afternoon. People exchanged glances, with complex tones, a hint of sadness that something was hurting its own kind, but more of it was an almost cruel confirmation - look, another one has fallen, this market is a cannibal after all.