Based on a True Story
Chen Hao is a food delivery rider. In the stairwell of a rented apartment in an urban village, the Meituan order app and the Binance app are refreshing simultaneously in the background, while a half-cold pancake is stuffed in his delivery uniform's pocket.
This is his seventh month trading cryptocurrencies.
During last year's Double Eleven shopping festival, he fell into a drainage ditch along with his bike in a heavy rain, causing his electric bike to be totaled and resulting in a loss of 2800 yuan. While lying in the emergency room, he came across news of Musk promoting Dogecoin, and on a whim, he invested his medical expenses—three days later, his account grew to 5800 yuan, faster than earning from delivering three hundred orders.
"Haozi, why are you always staring at your phone lately?" Aunt Wang from the breakfast shop reminded him while handing him soy milk, "Last month, Xiao Liu got into an accident while looking at his phone and crashed into a Mercedes, and now he still owes 40,000 for repairs."
He hid the USDT transfer records in his pocket. Over the past six months, he has figured out the patterns of the crypto world: during the lunch rush, Bitcoin often stays flat, while the early morning bubble tea orders are the best time to focus on contracts. Once, while delivering coffee to a financial company, he overheard a trader saying "RSI overbought," and that night he finished reading three technical analysis tutorials.
The real turning point came in March. That day, after delivering thirty lunch boxes to a blockchain company, he caught a glimpse of a SOL ecosystem diagram drawn on the conference room whiteboard. That night, he converted all his ETH into DeFi meme coins on Solana, and three days later, his account first broke through 50,000 dollars. A 120% leverage made the stop-loss line feel like the sword of Damocles. Chen Hao didn’t explain that he had already learned to use Python to scrape on-chain smart money addresses—those whale accounts that continue transferring at three in the morning often signal trends even earlier than candlestick charts.
On the night of June when the ETH spot ETF was approved, he was delivering a late-night snack to the Binance building. In the security room, six monitoring screens flickered green simultaneously, and he trembled all over while holding the steaming milk tea. When he rushed back to his rental apartment and closed all his short positions, his account balance finally broke the six-digit mark.
Now he still runs orders every day, but his electric bike's storage box has a copy of "Cryptographic Assets and the Macroeconomic Cycle." Sometimes, in the reflection of the glass facade in the CBD, he remembers the smell of disinfectant in the emergency room that night—when the nurse said that if the wound were two centimeters deeper, it would have hit the tendon, just like how on the night he was liquidated, he was only 0.3% away from forced liquidation.
