2017: The rookie, wildly earning millions. In front of the flashing computer screen in the university dormitory, my roommate clutched a can of beer, his Adam's apple rolling violently as he roared: 'This thing can make people rich!'
At that time, the price of Bitcoin was still hovering around $1,000. I stared at the fluctuating candlestick chart on the trading platform, my fingers unconsciously rubbing the only 50,000 in savings in my wallet.
In the sound of cicadas at three in the morning, I gritted my teeth and pressed the full position buy button — this was all the fortune I had saved from three years of working and studying. The wheels of fate began to spin wildly. In just a few months, Bitcoin broke through the $20,000 mark, and the numbers in my account magically multiplied by 20.
A million in funds flickered on the screen, completely losing myself in the vortex of contract trading.
With 100 times leverage, I seemed to see myself stepping on the candlestick chart, walking towards the altar of the 'Warren Buffett of the crypto world.'
2018: Liquidations, debts, despair. The New Year’s bell had not yet faded, and the market suddenly erupted in a bloody storm.
The price of Bitcoin was like a kite with a broken string, halved again and again.
I stared intently at the liquidation warning, my fingers mechanically adding positions on the keyboard, stubbornly believing this was just the darkness before dawn.
When the third liquidation alert sounded, a million assets turned to ashes, and I owed 500,000 in external debts.
During those days, instant noodles became a luxury, friends' calls were forever unanswered, and the image of my mother secretly wiping tears in a video became a midnight nightmare.
On a night of pouring rain, I stood at the edge of the rooftop, rain mixed with tears washing my face. The wind howled in my ears, but a voice deep inside screamed: 'Are you really going to give up like this?'
My clenched fist finally loosened, and I turned to walk toward the brightly lit city — one more push, if I die, I want to die charging forward!
2019-2020: Lying low, learning, waiting. During the day, I sorted packages at the delivery station, my work clothes soaked with sweat always carrying the smell of ink; at midnight, under the desk lamp, I was surrounded by blockchain white papers, with cryptocurrency codes jumping on the screen.
This time, I abandoned the gambler’s mentality, began to study project fundamentals, and focused on value investing. In March 2020, the shadow of the pandemic loomed over the world, and Bitcoin plunged to $3,800.
While the market wailed everywhere, I sensed the breath of opportunity, mortgaging the last valuable item, and resolutely bottoming out BTC and ETH. 2021: The DeFi craze, changing fate. When DeFi and NFT swept through the crypto world like wildfire, the tokens I had early invested in, such as UNI and SOL, began to dance wildly.
The numbers with a hundredfold increase kept refreshing, but this time, I learned restraint. Every profit-taking move came with careful calculations, and the gradually liquidated funds allowed me to pay off debts and build my own investment team.
Outside the glass curtain wall of the conference room, the city skyline was dazzling at night. I knew that my era had finally come. 2022-2024: Surviving the bear market, ultimately becoming a winner. In 2022, LUNA collapsed, and FTX went down, causing countless people to lose everything. But I had already converted 90% of my assets into BTC spot, lying low in the ice cellar of the bear market. While others were painfully cutting losses, I quietly hoarded potential projects like a hunter.
In 2024, with the return of the bull market, the numbers in my account broke through 8 digits. After a decade-long battle, I finally became the last winner. Now: Standing at the top, but respecting the market. Sitting in my office, with cars rushing outside, I felt clearer than ever.
No longer pursuing overnight wealth, I began to organize the painful experiences of these years and share pitfall avoidance tips at industry summits. After ten years in the crypto world, I finally understood: wealth never favors speculators; it only belongs to two types of people — the madmen favored by Lady Luck and the relentless fighters.
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