This news article had still been posted at four in the morning. Song He picked up his phone and glanced at the current figures... It wasn't eighty million people who had made reservations anymore—it had skyrocketed to 390 million, and every refresh added several thousand more!
The press release included photos taken by reporters of the streets near the Hibernation Bank. At four in the morning, traffic stretched in a mighty stream, jammed so tightly that not even water could pass through. The sidewalks were packed with people walking there, while young traffic police maintained order as if facing a great enemy, only to be shoved this way and that by the impatient old men and women.
Song He was utterly baffled. He had known in advance that the Hibernation Bank would have countless reservation holders. To prevent scalpers and chaos from people lining up, they had taken many special measures. For example, everyone had to swipe their ID card throughout the process to prevent scalpers from snatching and reselling slots. After making a reservation, each person would be given a time period, and the dates for customers from different batches would be staggered. In theory, everything should proceed normally. So how had the place become packed with people lining up again?
He scrolled through the comments. Other people there were baffled too.
"No, seriously, why are you lining up in the middle of the night? The Hibernation Bank doesn't open until eight! And didn't they give you a date after you made a reservation?"
"The date isn't precise! They gave us a whole week, and we can go during business hours anytime within that week. But who knows whether there'll still be any slots left in a few days for something launched by Chenghuang and Neuron? The sooner we