Five years ago today, a great bearish candle split the chaos, people wailed and trampled each other to escape this place, panic filled the newly opened world, as if there was no longer a glimmer of hope for an upward movement.

Those prophets, they sharpened their understanding into swords, soaring upwards in defiance, wanting to showcase their talents in this realm. They either came singing or dancing gracefully, elegantly and beautifully presenting their value. They radiated dazzling light, ultimately transforming into stars, the moon, and even the unattainable sun.

The pure rise, the impure descend; those shortsighted, wailing, fleeing, ultimately sank to the bottom, becoming the hell of Abaddon, where one cannot stand but can only crawl and wiggle. Once they gather strength to straighten their backs, a scythe will cut them down; this is the torture of retail investors.

March 12, 2020.

The 312 Incident. The day when the crypto world was closest to death. Never forget.

On that day, too many big players lost their fortunes, blood flowed in the market.

On that day, I vowed never to be a leek again; I want to become the sun of the crypto world like them.

Happy 312, friends.

Content from user X——

@ZTZZBTC Teacher