The news of the Ice Age forced many traditional businesses to face a terrible situation. Most of them went bankrupt.
The Middle Class suffered devastating losses in this "transformation."
Because Slani's husband had taken over part of the company's shares, he had to bear some responsibility for its bankruptcy. Her parents were also added to the unemployment rolls.
Their family had originally possessed some savings, but soon they had no choice but to consider liquidating some assets, especially real estate. Its value was plummeting. A property that had cost four or five hundred thousand, or even five or six hundred thousand, to buy...
Could not even be sold for two hundred thousand, and sometimes not even one hundred thousand.
In the end, everyone would inevitably move into shelters. Who the fuck still cared about houses on the surface?
Were they planning to keep them for descendants who might not even exist millions of years later? Aside from the people who initially thought this might be false information and tried to buy at the bottom, everyone soon realized that houses had become the least valuable things of all.
Slani's family had three detached houses and a villa. In the end, only the villa sold, and at an incredibly low price.
Combined with the currency's depreciation, a family that had once been quite well-off had suddenly fallen into the ordinary class.
Just like now, she was shivering in the cold wind, yet still had to wait in line.
Meanwhile, in the high-end communities, Global Communication's staff would visit people at home and provide services in their warm rooms.
"Put on my coat." Her husband, looking somewhat haggard, took off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders.
The extra layer of clothing added a little weight and a little warmth.
She said,