Episode 1: Victoria Harbour is in chaos, even Japanese AV actresses are here
On April 6, at the Hong Kong Wan Chai Convention and Exhibition Center, web3 players from all walks of life gathered at the Pearl of the Orient. My brother squatted in the tea restaurant on the second floor, looking at the red carpet downstairs through the glass, but saw Bao Erye, who was not wearing gold or silver but was dressed in a tacky blue, holding an OKX doll, and a bunch of people gathered around to take a photo. He was a star in the cryptocurrency circle. He held the microphone and bowed in a nightclub in Tsim Sha Tsui last night: "Brothers, don't panic. The American foreign dealer said that this time, Bitcoin will be sent to the top of Huashan Mountain, 1 million US dollars!" He emphasized the word "Huashan" very much, as if he wanted to carve the price of 80,000 US dollars on the stone wall of Huashan Mountain.
At the next table, two girls who were eliminated from If You Are the One, wearing Mai Shiranui and showing their white thighs, were fiddling with their selfie sticks. The three gilded characters "Pansidong" community on their phone cases were dazzling. Suddenly, there was a commotion at the door. The bodyguards appeared first. Sun Yuchen was suspicious that someone would reward him with a big bag. He walked in waving a gold-sprinkled folding fan, followed by an internet celebrity who looked like a black-haired foreign monk. On his chest were four seal characters "Hyperthyroidism Brother Venerable". The two suddenly posed in front of the media wall like a white crane spreading its wings, and the flash lights suddenly became as bright as daylight. Are they going to shoot a heavy-flavored gay Hong Kong movie?
"Why didn't the leader come to Hong Kong to drink alone here?" My brother turned around and saw that it was Li Sanxiao, the elder of Huobi Sect, holding a cloth bag with a lot of exchange spells printed on it. The hotel waiter poured them a cup of iced lemon tea, and Sanxiao said: "This carnival competition is held once a year. It's not about technical skills, but more like choosing a courtesan in a brothel." Before he finished speaking, the Japanese exhibition booth downstairs suddenly sounded with drums and music, and eight women in kimonos stepped on wooden clogs and danced with fans. The lead dancer was actually the top girl Asakura from Tokyo Bianliang Pavilion. Her slender waist was tied with a silk ribbon with "smart contract" written on it, which would expose her nakedness if pulled.
Second episode: Night view of the star map
Pearl of the Orient, sleepless all night. Sitting cross-legged in a tenement building in Causeway Bay, three screens in front of me glowed with green light. Suddenly I saw the purple star shift on the Bitcoin trend chart, and calculated with my fingers: there will be a big drop at Chou time tomorrow. I took out my ancestral compass, but saw the giant whale pattern in the deep water of the Binance pool suddenly surged, and 3,000 ancient Bitcoins were released from the frozen cave.
My phone suddenly vibrated. The live broadcast of "Huashan Sword Contest" in Hong Kong was in full swing in the WeChat group, and all the retail investors in finance were excited. Bao Erye was holding a jade pipe in the Ritz-Carlton Hall and talking loudly: "Everyone, pour your true energy into Bitcoin Dantian, and I will use the Wall Street mentality..." Suddenly, there was a sound of glass breaking outside the screen. I'm afraid that another leek has knocked over the champagne tower in excitement.
My brother laughed silently and took out my true book (Chain Sutra) from his bosom. This secret book records my way through the bull and bear cycles in the past eleven years. The cinnabar annotation on the thirty-sixth page is still vivid in my mind: "When the AV actress starts to explain RWA, it is the time for the banker to escape and continue to smash the market." Thunder exploded outside the window, and the trend of the Nine Yin White Bone Claw was clearly shown on the ETH market chart.
Chapter 3: Watching the sudden change in the situation with a smile
At this moment, there was a sudden noise along the direction of Victoria Harbour in the Convention and Exhibition Center. My brother opened the gossip window and looked out, but saw that the negative energy was gathering over Central. Although the zombies did not appear, the dark clouds formed a huge death cross pattern. At this time, the OKX beauty business suddenly boiled, and 3,000 bitcoins turned into 36 black riders, rushing straight to the long army camp, planning when to get the leeks drunk and then inject them.
My phone was vibrating like crazy, and the screen was full of emergency messages: "Bitcoin fell below 82,800!" "It seems Ethereum won't be able to hold 1,783 next week!" Looking through my friends' circle, Sun Yuchen, who was still taking a photo with the internet celebrity Hyperthyroidism last night, now had a gray avatar. In a corner, I saw an urgent message from Master Bao: "Everyone hold on, I will fly to Nasdaq to ask for reinforcements!"
Suddenly, I saw three green lights in the direction of Macau. It turned out that the three major Western exchanges, Coinbase, Kraken, and Bitstamp, appeared at the exhibition at the same time. I quickly used my clairvoyance to see through the mysterious ice palm power sent by Wall Street, which was specifically designed to break the diamond shield of the Eastern leeks. I took out five USDT copper coins for divination, and the hexagram showed "the arrogant dragon will regret."
Chapter 4: Fishing Alone in the Snowy River
I saw many mainland investors squatting on the Wan Chai Pier eating barbecued pork buns, and a few drunk British guys vomiting next to the trash can. A promotional banner for a certain NFT project floated on the sea, and the gold paint on it "annualized 300 times" was flooded in the chat group.
Suddenly, a reminder popped up on my phone, and I saw the moves of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms on the ETH market chart. Looking closely, it turned out that an anonymous whale had used the Star Shift in the deep pool of Uniswap, and 50,000 Ethereums turned into flying snow, freezing half of the followers in an instant.
Back at the main venue, the three screens were littered with corpses. Today, those long-legged female PRs in the cryptocurrency circle holding "Holder Family" signs are probably queuing up on the rooftop of the club to treat big clients to Meng Po soup. But I shook out from my sleeve the dragnet strategy that I had laid out last night with the AI quantitative robot - three hundred put options turned into three hundred flying knives, nailing the market at the critical point.
Chapter 11: The Greatest Way is Simple
As the lights came on at night, the crowds at the exhibition center dispersed. My brother walked to booth C, stepping on the sickle flyers scattered all over the floor, and picked up the condoms left behind by Miss Asakura. The phone suddenly vibrated, and a fan sent a crying face: "Leader, save me! I opened a long order on the perpetual contract last night, and now the margin is running low, and there is a liquidation warning..."
Looking at the Victoria Peak across the Victoria Harbour, I recalled the teachings of my master when I first entered the martial arts world ten years ago: "In the blockchain martial arts world, it seems that the fancy moves of Mr. Bao are the best, but in fact, it is the mathematical laws that determine the fate of the world." I took out the "Eighteen Touches True Solution" in my arms, and between the pages was a hand-drawn candlestick chart from ten years ago. On the yellowed paper page was written:
"The true art of slaying dragons never lies in wine, sex, money or power."
The sea breeze blew away the lingering perfume smell of the Hong Kong Convention and Exhibition Center. I turned and walked into the 7-11 convenience store at the corner of the alley. The steam from the pineapple buns on the shelf was rising in the glass cabinet. I took out three Hong Kong dollar coins. This is probably the most practical deal in the world today. . . . .