I never expected that a person like me could make hundreds of thousands or even over a million just by trading cryptocurrencies.😎
When I first entered the cryptocurrency trading scene, I knew nothing. It was 2021, and my friend Akai kept saying in the dorm, 'Bitcoin is going to break 100,000 dollars,' spitting all over me. I was eating instant noodles and rolling my eyes at him: 'What's the difference between you and the aunt downstairs buying pyramid scheme coins?' He then showed me his phone with his account — 5,000 yuan invested three months ago had turned into 12,000. I cursed him for 'having good luck,' but inside, I felt like I had been scratched by a cat.
Unable to resist the temptation, I secretly transferred 2,000 yuan of my living expenses into it and bought a tongue-twisting altcoin. Those three days felt like a rollercoaster; during the day, I stared at the back of the teacher's head while my fingers were drawing K lines on my phone under the table; at night, I hid under the blanket to check the exchange, even mistaking my roommate's snores as 'the big players washing the market.' On the fourth morning, my phone vibrated — the balance was 4,002 yuan. I sat up abruptly, almost knocking over the upper bunk, sneaked out to the balcony for a smoke, my hands trembling, realizing for the first time that 'money can come this crazily.'
Since then, I was completely hooked. To keep an eye on the market, I switched all my classes to online. When my advisor called me in for a talk, I pretended to be focused on the computer screen and said, 'Teacher, I'm doing blockchain research.' In reality, my mind was filled with 'long and short positions.' The craziest part was last winter when I wrapped myself in a quilt in my rented room, saving on heating costs to increase my position. The screen was blindingly bright, the ashtray piled high, and at 3 a.m., I was fixated on a suddenly surging curve, ready to jump up and slap the table, scaring the old man downstairs to bang on my door.
At first, I earned small amounts, hundreds or thousands, but later I got bolder and started trading contracts with the 'experts' in the group. One time, ETH suddenly plummeted, and I panicked, mistakenly hitting 'double down' instead of 'close position,' only to see a rebound ten minutes later — my account suddenly had 80,000 more. That day, I took a cab to the 4S store, grinning stupidly at the steering wheel of a Tesla Model 3. When the salesperson asked if I wanted a test drive, I said, 'Wait until I pick up my Model Y next week.'
At my peak, my account soared to 2.17 million. I transferred 50,000 to my mom, saying it was a 'year-end bonus from the company.' She repeatedly reminded me over the phone, 'Don’t mess around with people.' I agreed but turned around and bought a Longines watch, feeling like everyone on the street was looking at my watch — looking back now, I realize how arrogant I was back then, like an idiot without pants.
The day I fell from grace came unexpectedly. A so-called 'altcoin cooperating with Musk,' which had been hyped in the group as a 'hundredfold coin' the day before, was halved when I woke up, and then halved again. I watched in disbelief as '2.17 million' turned into '890,000,' my fingers mechanically clicking 'add margin' as if glued to the screen. I poured all my savings from my bank card, the limit from my borrowing app, and even the 30,000 yuan Akai lent me into it.
The worst came on the third day. At 5 a.m., staring at the remaining 120,000 in my account, I suddenly felt a tightness in my chest and couldn't breathe. I wanted to get up for some water, but after just two steps, everything went dark, and I collapsed, knocking over a chair. In a daze, I managed to grab my phone and dial 120; when the ambulance arrived, I stared at the ceiling and thought, 'This 2 million was paid for with my life.'
Later, the doctor told me it was arrhythmia caused by long-term late nights and anxiety; if I had waited any longer, I might have gone into shock. Lying in the hospital bed, Akai came to bring me porridge, saying he had also lost a lot and had now found a job. Looking at the trees outside the window, I suddenly felt that those K lines, leverages, and dreams of a hundredfold were not as tangible as the old man downstairs selling pancakes — he makes 300 a day and sleeps better than anyone.
Now, I only have over 30,000 left in my account, all bought in Bitcoin spot, with a setting of 'automatically reduce position if below 20,000 dollars.' I found a job in new media operations, working from 9 to 5, and can go out for skewers with colleagues after work. Last week, when I got my salary, I bought my mom a massage device; she smiled with wrinkles in the video and said, 'This feels like a proper life.'
Occasionally at night, I still open the exchange, but I no longer stare at the curves until dawn. Once, I saw that altcoin that had plummeted and suddenly remembered how crazily I watched it rise back then — making money isn't difficult; the hard part is being able to control your greed after making money. The hardest part is knowing when to turn off the computer, have a good meal, and sleep soundly.
After all, money can be earned back once lost, but if your life is at stake, there really won't be another chance to turn things around. What do you think?🧐
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