#交易故事 #最近的一笔交易
At three in the morning, the cold light from my phone made my eyes swell. When BTC plunged from $103,000, I gritted my teeth and used five times leverage to buy in with all my savings; this was the third mortgage loan on my property this month.
The red and green numbers on the exchange burned into my retina. When the barrage of "get rich and be free" flooded the live stream, I followed the KOL and poured all my savings into a meme coin called LunaDoge. Sure enough, the price tripled within 48 hours, and I was shaking champagne on the balcony of a hotel in Sanya, with the scent of money burning in the sea breeze.
On the seventh day, an alarm suddenly went off, and the total value of my holdings deflated like a leaking balloon. I frantically clicked the trading button, only to find that the project team had closed the liquidity pool. As the white paper in the Telegram group turned into a 404 page, the surveillance camera captured me curled up in front of the computer, my fingers striking the F5 key, creating cracks in a comical manner.
Now, debt collection texts fill my inbox, and my wife has taken the kids back to her family home. Last night, I dreamed that I had become a string of characters on the blockchain, disassembled into countless hash fragments amid the roar of mining machines. The lithium carbonate pills on my bedside shimmered under the moonlight, resembling the floating profit numbers that jumped on the trading interface that night of surging prices.
