#CPI数据来袭

In the evening, the price of the second cake hovers above the 1950 range. I stare at the K-line chart on the screen, my fingers hovering over the keyboard for a long time—"Unity of Knowledge and Action" shines brightly in the memo, but I ultimately click the confirm button. Binance's cooling-off period feels like a shackle, temporarily locking my 200 oil in the account, as I switch to a 30x leveraged short position on some easy platform, with the stop-loss line drawn at the warning line of 2005.

In the early morning, the kitchen is filled with the aroma of congee, and the neon lights from the late-night stall shatter into a galaxy on the glass window. I stare at the alternating red and green on my phone screen and suddenly remember that saying, "Romance is wasting time slowly eating and wasting time slowly drinking tea." Every rebound of the second cake seems to mock my stubbornness, and the thought that "returning to zero is the best outcome" ferments into an obsession in the alcohol.

As dawn breaks, I pack my bag and head towards the restaurant. In the seafood clay pot congee, I suddenly understand, "Life is long, with both sunshine and rain, but if you have a passion in your heart, even if time is desolate, you can still run to the mountains and seas." The short position at 1950 is still at a loss, but the sweat on the gym treadmill makes me hear the echo of "Life is originally dull, but when you run, there is wind."

When night falls, I raise a glass to the pressure level of 2000 points. In the torrent of data, I tell myself, "Don't enter the market until the position is right; saving your life is crucial." In the trading room at three in the morning, the sound of keyboard clicks overlaps with the heartbeat, forming the rhythm of fate—this might be what "Love is the poem left by the galaxy on earth," and on the battlefield intertwined with numbers and human interactions, we are all our own poets.

Good night, brothers. Tonight's moonlight falls on the stop-loss line, like a galaxy sprinkled with diamonds on the trading desk. $ETH