From a debt of 500,000 to a monthly income of 100,000
"My comeback in that cold winter night of 2021, I curled up in a basement in Beijing, the light of the phone screen reflecting on my face like a knife. Bitcoin plummeted, my contract blew up, and my savings of 500,000 instantly went to zero. The landlord's rent reminder text was like a death sentence: 'If you don't pay the rent, just move out.'
I flipped through my contacts and finally dialed my college roommate A Jie. His lazy voice came from the other end: 'Brother, still trading coins? Why not join me in circulation for guaranteed profits.'
Entering the industry A Jie took me into the business, the first deal was a foreign trade boss who urgently needed to exchange 100,000 USDT to pay for goods. I completed the transaction with trembling hands, and the 0.5% commission turned into 500 yuan cash. That night I squatted at the convenience store entrance with the money, feeling for the first time that there was hope in the crypto world.
Wild Growth Three months later, I rented a half-square meter counter in Huaqiangbei, with twenty second-hand phones displayed in the glass cabinet. Each phone was logged into a different wallet account, like a small printing press.
At three in the morning, while others cried over their liquidations, I was counting money; when others celebrated bottom fishing, I was still counting money. Crisis Moment On Christmas Eve 2022, my account was suddenly frozen. Customers were pounding the counter and yelling, and I gritted my teeth, taking out the down payment I had prepared for buying a house to fill the hole. That night, I squatted in the bathroom of the rental apartment, splashing cold water on my face, telling myself not to give up.
Breaking the Deadlock and Rebirth I ran to Yiwu and found Mr. Wang who was in cross-border logistics. 'I have clients, you have channels.' I opened my frostbitten palm, 'Cooperation for mutual benefit.' Mr. Wang squinted at me, 'Young man, you are bold enough to bet even your coffin money.'
Now Today I sit in an apartment in Shenzhen Bay, with a dazzling night view outside the window. The phone screen lights up with a photo sent by my mother: in front of the new house back home, my father is hanging a red silk lantern. In the safe lie twenty retired second-hand phones, each with a sticky note recording my growth. At three in the morning, I am still counting money. But this time, it is for a better life. 'While others are liquidating, I count money; this is the real play in the crypto world!'
