Let's start with the first story.
A and B are brothers who grew up sharing the same pair of pants, enchanted by Bitcoin while studying abroad. In their eyes, this string of code is not just numbers; it's a gold nugget buried in the ground that can be exchanged for a lifetime of wealth and honor. The two young lads decided to put all their savings from working abroad and their red envelope money from home into it, bringing back thousands of Bitcoins.
To prevent brothers from becoming enemies, they came up with a silly solution: split the private key in half, each hiding one half. Just like when they were kids sharing spicy snacks, half for you and half for me, no one gets to keep it all. At that time, they were eating instant noodles in a rented room, staring at the K-line on the screen and laughing to tears, feeling like they held the future in their hands.
After graduating and returning home, the two went their separate ways. A joined a big internet company, while B started a studio. Occasionally, during dinners, they would pat each other's shoulders and laugh: 'When Bitcoin skyrockets, we'll retire and go fishing by the sea.' No one expected that fate had already marked the price of the gift.
That day, B received a phone call saying A had been in a car accident. By the time he arrived at the hospital, he didn't even get to see him one last time. A's parents rummaged through the wardrobe and drawers but couldn't find the half of the mysterious code written on a piece of paper. B clutched his half of the string of characters, bitterly smiling at the exchange account — the numbers on the screen were skyrocketing daily, but without that half of the key, that money couldn't even buy a pack of cigarettes.
Later, B fell into depression, staring blankly at the computer every day. The doctor said he had unresolved issues, but he knew there was a part of him that would always be missing — the seaside where he had promised to go with his brother, the wealth door that could never be opened again.
Now let's talk about the second story.
Old Chen has been in the cryptocurrency circle for seven years, starting with 30,000 yuan. Back then, he stalked the primary market, like a hunter watching the private placement list. While others shied away from high-risk projects, he gritted his teeth and went all in. When the bull market came, the coins he held inflated like a balloon, jumping from 200,000 to 800,000, then rolling to 20 million. At that time, he bought a villa in Shenzhen, parked two sports cars in the garage, and everyone at the drinking parties called him 'Brother Chen.'
But a person's appetite is like a pit that can't be filled. Old Chen looked at the contract leverage with envy: 'Spot trading is too slow; with ten times leverage, I can double my money in a day.' He sold his mining site, transferred project equity, and bet more than 20 million on the contract market, waiting to become a billionaire.
On the day of liquidation, he stared at the '0' on the screen for three hours. The night before, he was still calculating how many houses to buy, and the next day he became a penniless wanderer. In fact, Old Chen wasn’t incompetent; he had a sharp eye for selecting projects and was skilled at operating mines, but once he started using leverage to gamble on tomorrow, he had already lost.
Now he often sits downstairs in his former villa smoking, watching the nouveau riche zoom past in their sports cars. When someone asks him if he regrets it, he takes a deep drag on his cigarette: 'In the cryptocurrency circle, how much money you make isn't important; being able to come out alive is the real skill.'
These two stories are like a mirror, reflecting the harshest truths of the cryptocurrency circle:
Some use friendship as a lock, thinking they can secure wealth, but they can't lock down the unpredictable fate;
Some use ambition as a ship, thinking they can sail towards a mountain of gold, but they forget that the depths of the ocean are filled with hidden reefs.
In this world where code speaks, what is more important than computing power is the anchor of the human heart — you have to know whether you are investing in the future or gambling on tomorrow's sun.
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