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Loan 100k to trade coins on the fifth day, taking my son to buy sneakers
The domestic Jordan store at the entrance of the community has new arrivals, and the words “Chinese Jordan” on the shoe tongue are shining in the sun. My son is pressing against the glass window shouting: “Dad! The sole of these shoes will catch fire!” His pants are still dirty from playing on the slide in the morning. Last month, on the night of the liquidation, he squatted by the bed counting my repayment slips, his nails digging out the rough edge of “-200”: “Dad, can we buy shoes?”
I took out my phone, ETH current price 4320, my account has a profit of 1500 dollars—just took profit, didn’t get greedy. The salesgirl smiled and handed me the shoebox: “Bro, this is a new domestic model, cushioning technology is the same as the imported one.” My son tiptoed to touch the shoe upper, his finger brushed over the “Flying Man” embroidery: “Dad, can this pair run faster?”
At checkout, the cashier wrote “Domestic Jordan commemorative edition” on the receipt. I stared at the zeros behind the numbers, remembering last week after the liquidation, he hugged his stuffed bear and said “Candy is sweet.” Now he puts on the new shoes, spinning in front of the mirror, the sole reflecting the chandelier, like a dancing fire: “Dad, I really can run faster!”
On the way home, he kicked pebbles and shouted: “Dad, the sister selling shoes asked what my dad does, I didn’t say trading coins, I said you are a ‘super amazing inventor’!” I squatted down to comb his wind-blown bangs: “From now on, Dad will earn more and buy you lots and lots of shoes.” He tilted his head: “No need for a lot, as long as Dad can play building blocks with me every day.”
The wind lifted the hem of his clothes, revealing an old T-shirt printed with “Go Dad”—the one I forced myself to buy after last week's liquidation. Now he runs over holding two popsicles: “Dad, one for you, one for my ‘super amazing inventor’!”
Sunlight filtered through the sycamore trees, casting spots of light on the new shoes. My phone vibrated, Binance notified “Profit of 1523 USDT has been credited.” I smiled and chased after him, some money comes in slowly, but happiness, I want to hold tight in my palm before my son grows up.
$ETH
The domestic Jordan store at the entrance of the community has new arrivals, and the words “Chinese Jordan” on the shoe tongue are shining in the sun. My son is pressing against the glass window shouting: “Dad! The sole of these shoes will catch fire!” His pants are still dirty from playing on the slide in the morning. Last month, on the night of the liquidation, he squatted by the bed counting my repayment slips, his nails digging out the rough edge of “-200”: “Dad, can we buy shoes?”
I took out my phone, ETH current price 4320, my account has a profit of 1500 dollars—just took profit, didn’t get greedy. The salesgirl smiled and handed me the shoebox: “Bro, this is a new domestic model, cushioning technology is the same as the imported one.” My son tiptoed to touch the shoe upper, his finger brushed over the “Flying Man” embroidery: “Dad, can this pair run faster?”
At checkout, the cashier wrote “Domestic Jordan commemorative edition” on the receipt. I stared at the zeros behind the numbers, remembering last week after the liquidation, he hugged his stuffed bear and said “Candy is sweet.” Now he puts on the new shoes, spinning in front of the mirror, the sole reflecting the chandelier, like a dancing fire: “Dad, I really can run faster!”
On the way home, he kicked pebbles and shouted: “Dad, the sister selling shoes asked what my dad does, I didn’t say trading coins, I said you are a ‘super amazing inventor’!” I squatted down to comb his wind-blown bangs: “From now on, Dad will earn more and buy you lots and lots of shoes.” He tilted his head: “No need for a lot, as long as Dad can play building blocks with me every day.”
The wind lifted the hem of his clothes, revealing an old T-shirt printed with “Go Dad”—the one I forced myself to buy after last week's liquidation. Now he runs over holding two popsicles: “Dad, one for you, one for my ‘super amazing inventor’!”
Sunlight filtered through the sycamore trees, casting spots of light on the new shoes. My phone vibrated, Binance notified “Profit of 1523 USDT has been credited.” I smiled and chased after him, some money comes in slowly, but happiness, I want to hold tight in my palm before my son grows up.
$ETH
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