#交易故事 #山寨币交易 《Three A.M.》
I stared at the screen, breathing heavily. The 'doge' I bought at $0.23 soared to $0.87 in half an hour, the K-line resembling a vertical rocket. My fingertip hovered over the 'sell' button, my heart pounding in my chest—wait a bit longer, maybe it can break $1.
The crypto group suddenly exploded with screenshots of 'the main trader ran away.'
Prices plummeted like a waterfall, $0.51, $0.38, $0.12... the order book was filled with bloody stop-loss orders. I frantically clicked the trading app, my fingers leaving trails in the cold light, yet I could never complete a transaction.
My wallet balance was frozen at $73. Three hours ago, I mortgaged half a month's salary.
Outside the window, the sky was turning gray, and a half-empty can of cold coffee lay in the trash can. In the crypto world, there are no alarms, only countless early mornings crushed by greed.