"Okay, then I'll treat you to a drink tonight, as a graduation gift."
Two years ago, he found me for the first time, with only five thousand U left in his account, his voice trembling: "Can I still turn this around?"
I didn't provide the code, nor the currency, just wrote down three sentences:
1. Divide the funds into ten parts and only use one part at a time;
2. The single stop loss should not exceed 8% of the principal;
3. Profits can be used to increase positions, but losses should never be averaged down.
He smiled bitterly: "So slow, when will I break even in this lifetime?"
But he still did it.
For the next 18 months, we only engaged in high-certainty markets: breakouts in bull markets, rebounds in bear markets, and sleeping during volatile markets.
He once endured six stabbings in a month, each time hitting the 8% line, yet he never secretly made a counterattack.
Discipline is like iron wire, tying him to the track of reason, allowing compound interest to quietly sprout.
Five thousand U turned into one hundred thousand, one hundred thousand turned into eight hundred thousand.
Last night, he transferred the last profit back to the bank card and sent me that message.
I did not try to keep him.
The last lesson the market taught him was not how to win, but when to leave.
The lamp I have always held, but the road was walked by him alone.
The lamp is still on, will you come on the next dark night?\u003ct-49/\u003e\u003ct-50/\u003e
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