You may not believe it, but I made 30 million from trading cryptocurrencies, and I didn't tell anyone about it, including my wife.
I was born in a rural area, didn’t do well in school, and dropped out at a young age to work in a big city. In 2007, I learned to be a chef, and back then, my salary was only 800 yuan. At that time, I dated a girlfriend who was a university student from Wenzhou and a distant relative of the restaurant owner, who came out to work during the summer vacation to gain social experience. She was decent-looking, but not well-endowed. During our relationship, facing the gap between rich and poor, I was filled with inferiority. I remember clearly that the restaurant owner drove a black Audi A6; at that time, I thought if I could drive an Audi in this lifetime, I would be satisfied. The summer vacation ended, and my girlfriend had to return to school, and we broke up. Before parting, she said in the dormitory, 'Your kissing skills are really not that great.' At that moment, I made up my mind to work hard to earn money, enough to confidently say 'Long time no see' when we reunited.
In 2015, I went astray and was led by an old hand into a capital game, resulting in a total mess of losses. However, this experience made me clearly realize three points: the internet has broad prospects, self-media has unlimited potential, and the cryptocurrency world contains huge opportunities. Sure enough, with a bit of my wit, I first made some money in the gaming world, and later during the pandemic year, I accurately bottomed out Ethereum with 1.5 million, suddenly earning nearly 20 million. Wealth rushed in, and I began to feel elated. My partners and I frequently frequented high-end clubs, living a life full of indulgence, playing various games with commercial K and performers, with all expenses paid by me. People rely on appearances, and in front of my subordinates, I had seemingly become a figure of high society. When buying a car, I even had an interaction with the sales girl. She saw me as a young and wealthy man and said I resembled her first love. I knew in my heart she probably said the same to many people, but what does it matter? In the adult world, occasionally telling little lies is normal. We spent some time together, and I spent hundreds of thousands on her. Every moment felt like stealing, afraid her husband would find out. Gradually, I grew weary and proposed a breakup. We didn't quarrel; we quietly parted ways and stopped contacting each other. On the surface, I appeared cynical and carefree, but deep down, I felt incredibly lonely, yearning for true love. I felt that wealth was like a curse; having it meant losing love.
Like many people, after getting money, I became addicted to gambling (contract trading). Life seemed like a parabola; I experienced the peak, and it seemed my good luck had run out. After that, I faced continuous liquidations, drowning my sorrows in alcohol every day, suffering from insomnia. At night, I stared at the market playing contracts, feeling like the market maker was watching me; whenever I went long, it fell, and whenever I went short, it rose. I was stubborn and refused to admit defeat, like a stubborn donkey. After each liquidation, I could only indulge myself to seek a moment of peace and happiness, and afterward, I felt like a deflated balloon. Day after day, my body was getting worse. When my family found out that I had gone bankrupt from trading cryptocurrencies, they all urged me to give up, saying I wasn’t young anymore, and suggested finding a wife to live a good life. Later, through relatives, I got married. My wife is a practical person, plain-looking, the typical kind who knows how to manage a household. To be honest, I looked down upon her a bit from the bottom of my heart, but she treated me well and even gave birth to a son.
I wasn't happy after marriage. Due to a life of indulgence in my early years, I developed issues with my sexual function. Worse still, I was secretly trading contracts. When I ran out of money, I borrowed from friends. Those former subordinates avoided me as soon as they knew I was broke; at that moment, I realized human nature. I secretly vowed to get back everything I had lost. If I couldn’t borrow from friends, I would borrow from relatives; if relatives couldn’t help, I would take out loans. If I couldn’t borrow 10,000, I would borrow 1,000; if not, I would borrow 500. I tried every means to get money, full of lies, deceiving others and myself. Countless times I thought this would be the last gamble, but each time it ended with liquidation in contracts. My addiction to gambling was too great, trading spot just didn’t satisfy me; even if I made money, I felt it was futile. Burdened with debt, how could it be easy to turn things around? With no money, no one respected me. When I went to my father-in-law’s house, my mother-in-law lay in the room without coming out, and during drinking, my brother-in-law mocked me coldly, showing no respect at all. Just because my son broke a bowl, he scolded the child as a 'little beast'. I was extremely angry, almost flipped the table, and my wife hurried over to stop me. Looking at the tears on her cheeks, the cheap makeup smudged, my heart felt like it was being twisted by a knife. I was simply a beast; my mother was hospitalized, and I didn’t dare visit her because I couldn’t pay the hospital fees. I even hid from my wife, taking out my son’s insurance to trade contracts; that money was what my wife earned working part-time at the supermarket, meant to save for our child’s education. Other families’ children could attend good kindergartens, while my child could only rely on government assistance for poor students. One night, my wife discovered I had misappropriated the insurance money for our child, crying and making a scene all night, and wanted a divorce. I agreed. In fact, I had long since given up on myself and thought about divorce, not wanting to implicate my family. But the next morning, my wife, as usual, made breakfast for me and went to work without mentioning the divorce again, forgiving me once more. As I ate the eggs for breakfast, the yolk choked me to tears. One day, my son came over and said, 'Dad, my birthday is coming soon.' 'Dad knows,' I replied. I actually didn’t remember when my child’s birthday was. 'Can you buy me a racing track toy? Zhang Boxuan has one, I asked, it won’t cost much...' Yes, my son is already 5 years old, and I haven’t given him a gift. 'It won’t cost much' deeply hurt me; my son knew I had no money, feared rejection, so he only dared to ask for a cheap gift, so sensible it made my heart ache.
I was completely engulfed in madness, sinking deeper and deeper into despair. I had sworn countless times not to play with cryptocurrencies again, but just like a dog can't stop eating shit. I sold my only valuable alien computer for over 6,000 yuan. I had bought this computer for over 40,000 when I had money, and I planned to use this money for one last gamble! Late at night, I lay in bed analyzing the cryptocurrency market. At that time, the prices were soaring, Bitcoin had even risen to 110,000 USD, and it felt like I was going crazy. I thought, how much further can it go? There’s an old saying in the crypto world: 'When others are greedy, I panic.' One must think counter-intuitively. Based on years of experience, I predicted that the price would plummet that night. I took a deep drag from a cigarette and chose to short Bitcoin, let’s do it! But at the moment I opened the position, Bitcoin started to surge, which was quite strange. Then, the price continued to skyrocket. When my position was down to 50%, my hand holding the cigarette began to tremble. Then Bitcoin rose again, reaching 120,000 dollars, as if it had taken a stimulant. My position was down to 20%, and I was about to be liquidated. If I had changed direction to go long at that moment, what happened next wouldn’t have occurred, but I just didn’t believe in evil and continued to hold on! I opened some inappropriate videos seeking a moment of relaxation, and after finishing, opened the exchange, and ultimately got liquidated! At that moment, I was in despair, slowly got up, took a bottle of white liquor from the fridge, and went to the rooftop. I drank on the rooftop, smoking and reflecting on this utterly miserable life—children, wife, family, everything was such a failure. After finishing my last cigarette, I flicked the butt into the air and cursed, 'F*** you!' F*** you, Satoshi Nakamoto! F*** you, blockchain! May there be no Bitcoin in heaven! I jumped down. During the rapid descent, I saw the bright moon in the sky, dotted with stars, and suddenly remembered lying on a haystack as a child, counting stars, wondering when I could grow up, when I could leave my hometown... If only I could go back to the past! Just before hitting the ground, I saw street vendors cleaning up their stalls, the boss organizing tables and chairs, the boss lady smiling while counting money, her wrinkles showing joy, and their child sleeping soundly on a tricycle... Maybe this is the simple, ordinary yet happy life! With a 'bang', it felt like a bag of rotten mud falling from a height, dull and heavy. I felt like my head had smashed into my butt! Strangely, I felt no pain, just a discomfort in my bladder. I suddenly woke up, touching my back, my clothes were already soaked with sweat... Damn it, it turned out to just be a nightmare, and I woke up because I needed to pee.
