The cheers outside the window had already drawn Lin Qi's attention, even though this was Financial Street! Sometimes people thought those who worked in finance could not empathize with the lower classes of society and were just as incapable of managing their emotions.
After all, when people took to the streets to demonstrate, most of those around them were from the lower classes of society, just like themselves—wearing T-shirts and jackets, jeans, and a pair of bulky, high-top cowhide shoes.
It was rare to see the upper-middle class there, dressed in suits costing several thousand each, with enough hair wax smeared into their hair to buy an ordinary person lunch.
It was not that they never appeared on the streets to cheer loudly or shout angrily. It was simply rare for them to have the same demands and interests as the Lower-Middle Class! When workers took to the streets to demand an extra thirty minutes of rest at noon each day, these people might be trying to find ways to become richer.
Their interests did not overlap, so naturally they could not appear together.
But today, things were somewhat different. The gentlemen and ladies wearing suits worth several thousand each were cheering and shouting wildly in the streets.
Lin Qi even saw a young woman take off her high heels and passionately kiss every man beside her.
Those men responded to her enthusiastically, though what puzzled Lin Qi was whether they had noticed.
While kissing this woman, were they also, in a certain sense, becoming intimate with other men?
But it did not matter. When people were excited, even if you pulled down their pants, they would smile and tell you—
Hua Q!
At least they were not waving their fists with cold expressions. That was the difference!
Right afterward,