Late at night, when I received a private message from a fan, I was disassembling a rusty CNC machine:

"Brother Tian, the 500,000 USDT from the mortgaged house... there's only enough left for the electricity bill..."

Attached is the notice of power outage at the mine—once it was his "printing factory", but now it loses 3,800 every month.

I led him through the abandoned workshop, where the laser cutter was covered in grease:

"Do you know why production stopped?"

"The chips are too old."

"No, it's because you used a 2021 miner to mine coins in 2025."

Under the moonlight, the empty paint can he kicked rolled away with a seventeen-second echo.

First cut: smelting cognitive impurities

I started the 1994 German milling machine:

"Look closely, the real printing machine in the coin circle is here."

✅ Tool head speed 3800 RPM = Bull market FOMO emotional peak

✅ Feed rate 0.05mm/second = Bear market fixed investment rhythm

✅ Cooling liquid supply cut off = Margin account liquidation warning

Iron filings rolled into a DNA spiral in the oil: "Trading coins is like threading a car—enter three, exit one to catch the trend."

Second cut: forging time crystals

On the night Bitcoin fell below 30,000, the workshop freezer connected to the leftover power of the miner:

"Freeze it tonight." I pointed at the germanium crystals floating in the argon tank.

In liquid helium at minus 269 degrees, atoms began to spin counterclockwise.

"Just like now—when everyone is fearful, you need to let your cognition crystallize at absolute zero."

When SOL panic-sold down to 24 dollars:

① GitHub code submission surged by 220% (signal of atomic ordering)

② Miner staking rate broke historical highs (lattice structure stable)

👉 Start the "Crystal Growth Protocol":

Buy a fixed amount every Wednesday (ignore price fluctuations)

Hold for ≥ 6 bull and bear months (time symmetry breaking cycle)

Prohibit checking the account (to prevent thermodynamic observer effect)

Six months later, unfreeze the account, and the germanium crystals in the glove box emit a ghostly blue phosphorescence, with SOL on the screen jumping to 93 dollars.

Third cut: quenching the human fireworks

He sold the miner to buy a piano for his daughter, and the workshop was turned into a blueberry planting shed.

One summer night, when the wet curtain machine roared, he suddenly said:

"Now I understand—when I was mining back then, I always felt the chassis was breathing, but it was actually the sound of the electricity meter sucking blood."

I pointed to the photovoltaic panels on the roof: "Do you know why I chose a film with a light transmittance of 17%?"

"Just like contract positions..." he stroked the blueberry branches, "you always have to leave 83% for the sun to have a chance to turn over."

Before, I used to stumble around alone in the dark, now the light is in my hand.

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