Berlin, this international metropolis, had suddenly become desolate. It was almost past 11 o'clock, and row upon row of shops were still shuttered.
A familiar yet strange term entered Hans's mind—"strike".
As if realizing something, Hans immediately sprinted toward the telegram company.
Watching the protest march approaching him, Hans couldn't help but stop, and upon seeing a few familiar figures, he turned and left immediately.
It was useless; the employees of the telegram company were all out protesting; sending messages back was no longer possible at this time.
At the Frankfurt Securities Exchange, Flores was intently observing the constantly refreshing trading data analysis.
This was also one of the perks that came with renting the office—there was no need to go into the hall to see the data; a person could be sent to get the sheet printed from the back end.
