《Cryptocurrency Chronicles: From Missed Opportunities to Awakening》

In 2020, I held 20 million DOGE and 100 billion SHIB. At that time, the market was filled with harsh mockery: "These are just junk coins" "With so many zeros after the decimal, who would pump it?" "It's a scam that will eventually go to zero!" Amidst the surrounding doubts, my friends and I chose to sell.

In 2023, history repeated itself. I held 80 billion PEPE—the rough and eye-catching green frog meme had no semblance of a "high-end project." The familiar rhetoric echoed again: "Is this kind of rustic MEME even worthy of being called an investment?" After I cleared my holdings, the market suddenly took off. The more it rose, the more scornful the public opinion became; the more I hesitated, the more the candlestick chart hurt my eyes. In the end, it soared to a height that made me question my life.

Throughout 2024, I felt like a walking corpse. These five years in the cryptocurrency world were years of self-denial. What I lost was more than just wealth? It was 1825 days and nights that could have shone brightly, a golden period in life that is hard to replicate.

Now, encountering Conan-Sonala, I finally realized: market noise is always the executioner, and the handle of the knife should always be in my own hands. This time, Uncle Wang will no longer listen to the wind and rain—long-term holding will be the iron law, and community building must be hands-on. Those swept away by the tides of the times, I will personally retrieve one by one.