#币安广场热门推荐 Two years ago, I had an online loan of 1.7 million, later the contract lost half, I stopped paying after lying flat, and then there was a large-scale overdue, it took about a year to pay off. Many people who exploded their online loans said: I'm sorry to my wife, children, and parents. I felt no pain because I have been through it. What was I thinking at that time?

At that time, I happened to be in Dali. I drank too much last night and slept until it was dark before waking up in a daze. The first thing I did was open my Binance account, but there were no positions in the contract. I saw the balance was 99,600 USD, having lost more than 30,000. I almost threw up the leftover leek from yesterday. A Chicken Mountain (I live in a yard below Chicken Mountain) had my account balance at 70,000 USD at the beginning of the year. After the explosion, I borrowed 2.3 million from the bank through loans and credit cards, took this money to Dali, rented a yard, paid a year's rent plus bought some things, spending over 90,000. I also bought a lot of Ancient Yue Longshan and Shazhou Youhuang, over 10,000 it seems. When I came, I had two boxes of Moutai and some tea delivered (I smoke mixed types, not roasted). It was soon received. I prepared to do big work but ended up being done big.

I invested almost 2 million. March in Dali is really comfortable, the scenery at the foot of Chicken Mountain is truly beautiful, rice can be cooked without a pressure cooker, and Yunnan cuisine isn't that spicy. Those few days of tidying the yard were really a paradise on earth. Whoever comes here is treated like a king; I've decided to live in Dali long-term. I haven't been to Erhai and Cangshan after a week in Dali. Today I deposited 2 million, leaving a few thousand for living expenses. The cost of living in Dali is really low; fruits and vegetables seem to be free. I have a neighbor from Shanghai who saw me with a new person a few days ago. We chatted across the yard, and she gave me some vegetables she grew herself. I also have a piece of land to plant. Our yard is made of woven wooden materials, offering little privacy; there are only the two of us nearby.

After depositing, I checked the market. In fact, I watch it every day. I opened a 35X long position on ETH with all my funds. Usually, at this point in the storyline, it should rain. Indeed, it rained all day in Dali. I opened the position in the afternoon, then sat in the yard drinking tea. My yard has a pavilion similar to Jiangnan, which I asked the landlord to build. At this moment, my mind was not on the tea or the beautiful scenery; I was thinking if the increase this week exceeds 10%, my capital would be nearly 10 million (expecting to break 10 million to take profit). Didn't everyone think about this? 😅 Anyway, I was very sure it would break 10 million. Then I thought about how to allocate this money: keep 5 million in the account, pay 20 years' rent for this yard at once (50,000 a year totaling 1 million). In Dali, buying a Lexus ES300 would cost around 400,000, repay the 2.3 million bank loan, deposit 1 million in the bank, and keep a few hundred thousand for emergencies. I used less than an hour to think about all this. My computer and phone were in the living room. From when I entered the yard to drink tea until I imagined all this, it took a little over an hour.

It was raining heavily outside. I got up and returned to the living room, instinctively waking the screen. The first thing that caught my eye was a number I would never forget in my life: 0. I switched it twice, and it was still 0. I blew up the position, and in less than an hour, I wondered why I blew up. I had set stop-loss and take-profit but didn't press it down. My hands might have been wet; the MAC Pro didn't have a mouse. I still use the same M2 MAC. At that moment, my head was buzzing and ringing. How could I not have wine now?

I closed the computer, turned off my phone, and turned to the kitchen. There was a large yellow flower in the fridge, a piece of lamb chop, and some local mushrooms and greens. After washing the yellow flower and drying it, I poured half a pot of vegetable oil into the pan, turned on the heat, and fried the yellow flower on low heat until both sides were golden and crispy. The lamb chop and mushrooms were also cleaned. The yellow flower was set aside. I added garlic, green onions, and ginger to sauté the lamb chop until both sides were golden and set aside. I moved the induction cooker to the courtyard; it was still raining heavily. I filled a high pot with water, added some green onions, ginger, red dates, and goji berries, and brought it to a boil. I added the mushrooms and yellow flower, and the lamb chop into the pot to boil quickly and simmer. I took out the wine warming vessel, the ancient Yue Longshan was heated, and placed it in the thermos. The wine temperature was around 70 degrees. I took a box of ice from the fridge, placed it in the wine warming vessel, poured wine into a cup, and placed the cup in ice water. After about 5 seconds, I took the cup and drank it all in one go. At this moment, with yellow wine in hand, I felt like I owned the world. A bite of lamb and a sip of old wine made me feel completely transparent, forgetting my worries and troubles.

The lamb fish hotpot is not something I created myself; I learned it from a classmate, Yang Yu, at Central South University in Changsha a year ago, plus Yunnan mushrooms are fresher. If there was a piece of tofu, it would be more delicious. I drank about half a bottle of old wine when my neighbor called me, asking what I was cooking. It smells so good! I quickly stood up to greet her and sincerely said, 'No one was home earlier, I called you but got no response.' She said: 'I went to the ancient city, a friend came over.' I said: 'Then hurry up; I just started cooking. Tonight we're having a three-flavor hotpot. Let's try the dishes tonight, and next week I'll formally invite you to eat here.' She said: 'Okay, then I won't be polite.' I saw her holding a Jiangnan-style oiled paper umbrella, stepping lightly in the rain, but there seemed to be a sense of melancholy. Maybe it was because I was in a bad mood that I felt this way. She walked slowly up the steps, closed the umbrella smoothly, flicked her hair back with a smile, and said: 'I could smell the fragrance of your house outside; tonight's going to be lucky!' I stood up to welcome her to sit down and said: 'Tonight, it’s not just the yard that smells good; another white magnolia has fallen in Jiangnan, borrowing the rain of Dali in March, it's truly a paradise on earth.' She said: 'Did your mouth get smeared with honey before eating the meat? Always saying nice things, haha.'

Typing memories into words is really tiring.

To be continued