The eagle says that short-term trading is the way out for small capital.

At that moment, I fell silent for a long time.

Because I know, you weren't born to fly in the sky.

You were once an ant in the mud, a leek laughed at by others.

The path you walked is the muddy ground I am now crawling through.

I trust you, not because you have money, but because you have been poor before.

You understand the shaky orders of small capital, the numbness after a liquidation, the laughter and tears when seeing a limit-up.

You understand how much silent despair lies behind the words "wanting to turn things around."

You managed to come out not because you were ruthless, but because you dared to keep watching the market while others were asleep, and dared to treat ten dollars as if it were one million. $ETH