In the city at three in the morning, like a sleeping giant, only the desk lamp on Aze's table was still awake. On the screen, the red and green light of the K-line chart reflected on his tired but focused face.
He gently sipped the already cold coffee, but his gaze was like an eagle, firmly locked onto the trend of $ETH .
The phone screen was lit up, showing his chat background with his girlfriend Xiaoya. In the photo, Xiaoya smiled like a child, behind them was the window of their rented small house, outside was the city lights, but not a single one belonged to them.
'Aze, today the agent took me to see another house, facing south, with a small balcony, the sunlight must be really good! But... the down payment is still a little short.' The voice message Xiaoya sent in the afternoon was filled with longing, but also contained a hint of barely perceptible disappointment.
Aze's heart felt like it was pricked by a needle; he replied, 'Don't worry, it's coming, very soon.'
He turned off his phone and redirected all his energy back into the market.
He is not a gambler; he is a trader, a man who longs to use wisdom and sweat to carve out a future for his loved one.
He knows very well that in this market, time is money, but opportunities are even more valuable.
Recently, the market has been in turmoil, filled with wails, countless people panic-sold, cutting losses and leaving, but Aze did not.
He spent a full three days and nights reviewing historical data, analyzing on-chain capital flows, and studying every macro news that could affect the market.
He saw things that others couldn't see—behind the extreme panic was undervalued assets and an impending reversal; he was waiting for today.
When the price dropped to that key support level he had calculated countless times, and the market sentiment fell to freezing point, he decisively pressed the buy button.
It was not an all-in gamble, but the last portion of his planned phased position building. He was like a sniper, calm and precise, pulling the trigger.
He did not go to sleep immediately; instead, he stayed in front of the screen. He knew that the calm before the storm was the most tormenting, but the darkness before dawn was also the shortest.
As expected, with news about institutional funds entering the market, it was like an adrenaline shot for the market; the K-line surged sharply, turning from green to a glaring, long bullish line.
Aze's account numbers started to jump wildly, the number he had always dreamed of finally appeared in the 'Total Profit and Loss' section.
He turned off the computer, feeling no ecstasy, only a sense of relief and calm.
On this day, the money he earned exceeded the total of the hard work he did in the past month.
He picked up his phone and sent a message to Xiaoya, just a few simple words: 'Baby, let's go look at houses, today.'
For him, the meaning of trading has never been the cold numbers in the account, but the warm home behind those numbers that can make her smile like a blooming flower.
