The night before the typhoon makes landfall, the captain smashed the satellite phone against the steering wheel: "It exploded again! The dog trader won't die a good death!"

The sonar screen's green light reflected on his scarred face— a "reminder" from three years ago when debt collectors came calling. The balance showed: 1024.57U, just enough to exchange for a nylon line to mend fishing nets.

First cut: sever the reliance on signals

I pulled the SIM card from his counterfeit phone: "Next time you go out to sea, you can only bring this."

On the screen of the Nokia 1110 I handed over, the first message in the inbox was sent by me:

"Waves 2 meters high = warning of a plunge"

"Fish schools moving offshore = main force retreats"

"Seagulls clustering = retail investors enter the market"

He stared at the screen without K-lines, chewing tobacco tucked into his wrinkles.

Second cut: dissect the gene of greed

The next day at sea, I dragged up the spoils in the diesel barrel:

🐟 Mackerel: gills turning purple (full leverage chasing up)

🦀 Blue crab: left claw broken (holding onto a margin call)

🪸 Coral remains: a farming area polluted by chemical fertilizers (listening to the "teacher" buy air coins)

"Do you know why ribbonfish can't survive on land?" I cut open the silvery abdomen, "They always want to bite all the glowing hooks."

His fish-cutting hand suddenly stopped, blood trickling down the steering wheel like stalactites.

Third cut: rewoven survival net

During the fishing ban, Bitcoin dropped to 30,000, I dragged him to watch longline fishing:

"Do you see the spacing of the floats? Big players bait specifically where retail investors cluster!"

"Why is this steel wire wrapped in jute rope? Before the big trader goes bankrupt, they always push the prices up first!"

In the salty, fishy sea breeze, he finally understood the biological chain in the crypto world—

We are all sharks smelling blood, while the trader operates a sonic fish-drifting boat.

That night, after the typhoon season ended, the satellite phone on the bow vibrated:

The account balance returned to 48,000U, from the ETH regular investment made five months ago.

He pulled out a photo of his daughter that he had hidden for three years: "Next month... I will go to Shenzhen to see her."

The anchor chain creaked under the moonlight, reminiscent of the alarm sound from the night of liquidation.

——

To the brothers floating in the deep sea:

You don’t need to swim very fast

Just be quicker than most fish in sensing changes in water pressure

When you learn to breathe with the tides

The shadow of the giant whale will just be passing clouds

Before, I used to bump around alone in the dark, now the light is in my hands.

The light is always on, will you follow? @币来财888