$ETH I sit in front of a dilapidated wooden table, holding the last 10U in my hand, the air filled with gunpowder and restlessness—this is the aftermath of last night's dog house liquidation.

The ultimate luxury aesthetic of being poor is, on such a night,

using the last bit of spirit stones to chase the gears of fate,

no matter how numb the limbs, no matter how the heartbeat feels like it’s being shattered by a hammer,

no matter how one knows that the storm can swallow you at any time.

Chasing highs is the true bottom fishing; those who fear heights are the unfortunate ones written into their fate.

But I am not afraid.

In my eyes, there is only the finish line, that dazzling wealth is hotter than the conspiracy of the dog house.

ETH is right in front of me, every K-line fluctuation feels like it’s striking my soul—

Up! Up! Up!

Fellow Daoists, hear my roar:

Go long on ETH! Go until the thunder strikes the peak, go into the legend of becoming rich!

Time drips from my fingertips, information washes in my mind,

I entrust all my hopes to you,

even if my position doesn’t come back, I want to see you win magnificently.

Charge, fellow Daoists! Thunder shakes the mountains and rivers, go long on ETH!