Night ended, and all of New York welcomed daylight once more.
Early January was still cold, yet amid the biting morning wind, a clamor began to rise.
Though no one knew of the conflict that had taken place deep in the night, the developments and public discourse throughout yesterday had thoroughly ignited the seeds of unrest.
Lower Manhattan, where the streets should still have been quiet so early in the morning, was anything but ordinary.
Men, women, the elderly, young students, office workers—more than two thousand people from all kinds of groups had gathered together.
At that moment, a massive protest was unfolding in front of the New York Stock Exchange!
Many people held up signs covered in slogans and shouted chants, completely blocking the street.
Police had already set up barriers at the front to stop the crowd from rushing into the exchange, and police cars kept arriving to maintain order.
But it was utterly futile. With no response still forthcoming,
the crowd's outrage was only growing more intense!
"Yesterday, Golden Iris Real Estate's stock price plummeted from 114 US Dollars to 63 US Dollars in a single day. This is an extremely serious situation! It means something huge has gone wrong!"
"But there hasn't been any news explaining it even now. It's obvious the government is helping corporations hide the truth from us!"
Within the crowd, a bespectacled man who seemed highly knowledgeable about the stock market loudly accused them;
"A stock crash has a massive impact on a company's operations. If Golden Iris Group really falls, construction materials factories, renovation companies, agencies, construction firms..."
"Dozens of companies up and down its industrial chain will be affected. Who knows how many people will lose their jobs."
"This is a conspiracy! Another subprime mortgage crisis! It's another mess those