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🔥 'Crypto Alchemist CZ'! The 'equivalent exchange' logic from 1BNB to 1B capital volume!
A long time ago, I watched an animated series, Fullmetal Alchemist, also known as Steel Alchemist! Today, it surprisingly applies to the crypto space! Let me, the old poison, analyze CZ's crypto alchemy: the 'equivalent exchange' logic from 1BNB to 1B capital volume.
$BNB
In the blockchain world, CZ (Zhao Changpeng) recently leveraged 1BNB (approximately $500) to activate a capital volume of $100 million, an operation that the community humorously calls 'crypto alchemy.' This phenomenon seems to contradict traditional financial logic but subtly echoes the 'principle of equivalent exchange' in alchemy—namely, 'to obtain something, one must pay an equivalent price.' This article will analyze the logic and potential risks behind this phenomenon from the philosophical perspective of alchemy, in conjunction with CZ's actual operations.
$BNB
In the blockchain world, CZ (Zhao Changpeng) recently leveraged 1BNB (approximately $500) to activate a capital volume of $100 million, an operation that the community humorously calls 'crypto alchemy.' This phenomenon seems to contradict traditional financial logic but subtly echoes the 'principle of equivalent exchange' in alchemy—namely, 'to obtain something, one must pay an equivalent price.' This article will analyze the logic and potential risks behind this phenomenon from the philosophical perspective of alchemy, in conjunction with CZ's actual operations.
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Mr. Trump made another high-sounding statement, this time even more fierce: "Imposing an 80% tariff on China seems quite reasonable!" As soon as he said it, the whole world was stunned. Is this a negotiation tactic, or is he going to overturn the table completely? This time he swung an 80-jin iron hammer to smash through the wall on the other side. He stood in front of the stage, his voice shaking the glass of the White House: "Tariff 80! 80!" It was like forging iron in a blacksmith's shop, and the sparks flew when the hammer went down. But the hammer was not hitting the anvil, but the wallets of the people on the street.
#BTC重返10万
Apple computers and Nike shoes were the favorites of street corner boys who saved money for half a year, but in the blink of an eye, they had to be covered with gold foil and put in the window. Old gentlemen were walking around the supermarket with their pensions, and suddenly saw the price tags on the shelves rising sharply, and they were afraid that their reading glasses would be broken. This tariff is not a tariff, but a knife that pulls out tendons and skins - cutting off the goods of the east side and chopping off the hands of the west side. #美联储FOMC会议
The tax rate of 25% in the past had already made the merchant ships go round and round; now the figure of 80 seems to be to tear down the docks and use them as firewood. The accountants calculated with their fingers that if this deal really went through, even the beads on the abacus would have to be sold by pound.
The key is that this way of communication is even more child's play...
But if you look closely at this play, the people on the stage shouted loudly, but the gongs and drums below the stage did not move. The figure of 80 was originally a cover for asking for a sky-high price, just like the vendors in the market shouting the price to the sky first, waiting for the buyers to bargain. It was just a pity for the audience, who were frightened by the shout, but did not know that the money for tea and water behind the stage had already been included in the ticket price. $BTC
You are a big country man, but you speak like a small country. Coupled with this method, you are just shooting yourself in the foot. It hurts, but I am wearing cavalry boots, so I am not afraid of the pain. However, there are too many barefoot people in the market, so it is easy to lose the support of the people and go against the will of the people. In the end, you will lose everything. There is not much time left for you.
#BTC重返10万
Apple computers and Nike shoes were the favorites of street corner boys who saved money for half a year, but in the blink of an eye, they had to be covered with gold foil and put in the window. Old gentlemen were walking around the supermarket with their pensions, and suddenly saw the price tags on the shelves rising sharply, and they were afraid that their reading glasses would be broken. This tariff is not a tariff, but a knife that pulls out tendons and skins - cutting off the goods of the east side and chopping off the hands of the west side. #美联储FOMC会议
The tax rate of 25% in the past had already made the merchant ships go round and round; now the figure of 80 seems to be to tear down the docks and use them as firewood. The accountants calculated with their fingers that if this deal really went through, even the beads on the abacus would have to be sold by pound.
The key is that this way of communication is even more child's play...
But if you look closely at this play, the people on the stage shouted loudly, but the gongs and drums below the stage did not move. The figure of 80 was originally a cover for asking for a sky-high price, just like the vendors in the market shouting the price to the sky first, waiting for the buyers to bargain. It was just a pity for the audience, who were frightened by the shout, but did not know that the money for tea and water behind the stage had already been included in the ticket price. $BTC
You are a big country man, but you speak like a small country. Coupled with this method, you are just shooting yourself in the foot. It hurts, but I am wearing cavalry boots, so I am not afraid of the pain. However, there are too many barefoot people in the market, so it is easy to lose the support of the people and go against the will of the people. In the end, you will lose everything. There is not much time left for you.
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"You never thought about it, did you? The USDT in your hands is helping America pay off its debts! Every time you exchange 1 USDT, TESLA buys 1 USDT of U.S. Treasury bonds. As a shadow dollar circulating in the virtual world, the value will turn from 1 to 2"
#BTC重返10万
That USDT, which is said to be 'pegged to the dollar', is originally an iron chain in the dark river — while you gleefully count the digital certificates in your hand, have you ever seen the U.S. Treasury in Manhattan thickening by three inches?
Every time Tether mints a coin, it scoops another ladle of water into the U.S. Treasury bond pool. You think you are holding freedom, but in reality, you are a porter carrying debts for Uncle Sam. The old money on Wall Street happily receives this 'decentralized' tribute, and then turns around and converts the virtual anchor into physical chains — locking the throats of the Third World and refining the sweat and blood of global retail investors. $BTC
What’s even more wonderful is this double act: Americans print money, you buy USDT; Americans take on debt, you add reserves. Clearly, it’s just an old colonial play with a new disguise, wrapped in the robe of blockchain to sing the universal sutra. When the tide goes out, you hold the zeroed-out code and suddenly awaken: it turns out that the so-called 'stablecoin' has never stabilized the people's wallets, but rather the golden wheels of the imperial war chariot.
Alas! The slaves of the new century are, surprisingly, the ones who willingly wear their own shackles.
#交易故事
#BTC重返10万
That USDT, which is said to be 'pegged to the dollar', is originally an iron chain in the dark river — while you gleefully count the digital certificates in your hand, have you ever seen the U.S. Treasury in Manhattan thickening by three inches?
Every time Tether mints a coin, it scoops another ladle of water into the U.S. Treasury bond pool. You think you are holding freedom, but in reality, you are a porter carrying debts for Uncle Sam. The old money on Wall Street happily receives this 'decentralized' tribute, and then turns around and converts the virtual anchor into physical chains — locking the throats of the Third World and refining the sweat and blood of global retail investors. $BTC
What’s even more wonderful is this double act: Americans print money, you buy USDT; Americans take on debt, you add reserves. Clearly, it’s just an old colonial play with a new disguise, wrapped in the robe of blockchain to sing the universal sutra. When the tide goes out, you hold the zeroed-out code and suddenly awaken: it turns out that the so-called 'stablecoin' has never stabilized the people's wallets, but rather the golden wheels of the imperial war chariot.
Alas! The slaves of the new century are, surprisingly, the ones who willingly wear their own shackles.
#交易故事
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When the 440,000 BTC gold mountain turns to smoke, what do people really gain? The intention of MicroStrategy's founder to destroy BTC keys is prepared.
The world is never short of strange events. Some boast of "working for the world", yet treat a string of numbers as their lifeline; some cry out "contribution" before dying, yet teach millions to spin in vain.
Mr. Michael Saylor is such a person. He hoards 447,000 bitcoins, like an old landlord clutching a land deed. His dying declaration to burn the private keys resembles a country gentleman scattering paper money at death—regardless of whether this paper money is burned for ghosts or to amuse the living in a grand dream. #BTC重返10万 #Stripe稳定币账户
The so-called "proportional contribution" is truly wonderful. It is like a miser locking up a mountain of gold, claiming the key transforms gold into alms for all. Bitcoin was originally a rootless floating weed, but now it has become a chastity arch in the new era, causing millions to worship and bow to the code. Is Mr. Saylor generous? He is merely turning illusion into deeper illusion, teaching his followers to hold empty bowls, yet praising him for his benevolence in distributing porridge.
This world is becoming more and more bizarre. In the past, people fought for land and silver; today, people scramble for hash codes; in the past, martyrs left behind spirit, while today’s "wise men" leave behind private keys. One wonders when the last private key turns to smoke, will those followers suddenly realize it is all a mirage, or will they create new deities to worship? $BTC
Alas! In the torrent of numbers, the awakened are always rare. Is the fire Mr. Saylor is burning the private keys, or a mirror to reveal demons? Let future generations decide.
The world is never short of strange events. Some boast of "working for the world", yet treat a string of numbers as their lifeline; some cry out "contribution" before dying, yet teach millions to spin in vain.
Mr. Michael Saylor is such a person. He hoards 447,000 bitcoins, like an old landlord clutching a land deed. His dying declaration to burn the private keys resembles a country gentleman scattering paper money at death—regardless of whether this paper money is burned for ghosts or to amuse the living in a grand dream. #BTC重返10万 #Stripe稳定币账户
The so-called "proportional contribution" is truly wonderful. It is like a miser locking up a mountain of gold, claiming the key transforms gold into alms for all. Bitcoin was originally a rootless floating weed, but now it has become a chastity arch in the new era, causing millions to worship and bow to the code. Is Mr. Saylor generous? He is merely turning illusion into deeper illusion, teaching his followers to hold empty bowls, yet praising him for his benevolence in distributing porridge.
This world is becoming more and more bizarre. In the past, people fought for land and silver; today, people scramble for hash codes; in the past, martyrs left behind spirit, while today’s "wise men" leave behind private keys. One wonders when the last private key turns to smoke, will those followers suddenly realize it is all a mirage, or will they create new deities to worship? $BTC
Alas! In the torrent of numbers, the awakened are always rare. Is the fire Mr. Saylor is burning the private keys, or a mirror to reveal demons? Let future generations decide.
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I want to know how many people have not boarded this round?
早就埋伏上车了
13%
我还没上车啊，等一轮回调中…
50%
佛系，无所谓
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The midnight WeChat group is as lively as a market, with red and green numbers jumping like a human slaughterhouse. Laughter from the typical wives at the ten thousand passes drifts, their laughter and cries morphing into the phosphorescent fire of graves—this ebb and flow line of the virtual gambling den is thinner than a steel wire over a cliff. $BTC $ETH #BTC重返10万
《Watching the Waves at Night》
It is already three-quarters past midnight, suddenly, my long-dormant phone 📱 vibrates, and countless messages emerge in the dim light, as if schools of fish have awakened from a deep pool. Is $BTC breaking 100,000 again?!!!
"It has risen again! It has risen again!" Countless exclamation marks bounce on the glass screen, resembling the paper scraps scattered by firecrackers during the New Year. Those things called "big cakes" and "Ether" now seem more formidable than Guan Yu on the stage, the red face has broken through the ten-thousand barrier, and the green dragon knife has split two thousand silver armors. With each increment in the number, new smoke signals rise in the group, more raucous than the onlookers at a beheading in the Qing Dynasty.
I sit alone in front of the computer typing words, watching the numbers rise and fall like tides. Drawing some talisman-like curves in the void could drive thousands mad. This madness is tinged with a sinister joy, akin to the phosphorescence of wild grave mounds, where every flicker reveals scenes of devouring.
Some shout to pawn their ancestral homes, while others cry out to mortgage their wives and children. The red and green numbers in their eyes clearly resemble the ledger of life and death in the underworld. But who remembers how many people hung themselves on the nooses of soaring highs and crashing lows this time last year? The grass on the gravehead must be three feet tall by now.
I rise to turn on the light, casting a huge shadow on the wall—sometimes the shadow resembles a greedy Pi Xiu, and sometimes it looks like a frightened monkey. The numbers continue to surge, but the lamp oil will eventually run out. When dawn breaks in the east, I wonder where this screen full of revelry will turn into the wails of desolate graves.
It is already three-quarters past midnight, suddenly, my long-dormant phone 📱 vibrates, and countless messages emerge in the dim light, as if schools of fish have awakened from a deep pool. Is $BTC breaking 100,000 again?!!!
"It has risen again! It has risen again!" Countless exclamation marks bounce on the glass screen, resembling the paper scraps scattered by firecrackers during the New Year. Those things called "big cakes" and "Ether" now seem more formidable than Guan Yu on the stage, the red face has broken through the ten-thousand barrier, and the green dragon knife has split two thousand silver armors. With each increment in the number, new smoke signals rise in the group, more raucous than the onlookers at a beheading in the Qing Dynasty.
I sit alone in front of the computer typing words, watching the numbers rise and fall like tides. Drawing some talisman-like curves in the void could drive thousands mad. This madness is tinged with a sinister joy, akin to the phosphorescence of wild grave mounds, where every flicker reveals scenes of devouring.
Some shout to pawn their ancestral homes, while others cry out to mortgage their wives and children. The red and green numbers in their eyes clearly resemble the ledger of life and death in the underworld. But who remembers how many people hung themselves on the nooses of soaring highs and crashing lows this time last year? The grass on the gravehead must be three feet tall by now.
I rise to turn on the light, casting a huge shadow on the wall—sometimes the shadow resembles a greedy Pi Xiu, and sometimes it looks like a frightened monkey. The numbers continue to surge, but the lamp oil will eventually run out. When dawn breaks in the east, I wonder where this screen full of revelry will turn into the wails of desolate graves.
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《Watching the Waves at Night》
It is already three-quarters past midnight, suddenly, my long-dormant phone 📱 vibrates, and countless messages emerge in the dim light, as if schools of fish have awakened from a deep pool. Is $BTC breaking 100,000 again?!!!
"It has risen again! It has risen again!" Countless exclamation marks bounce on the glass screen, resembling the paper scraps scattered by firecrackers during the New Year. Those things called "big cakes" and "Ether" now seem more formidable than Guan Yu on the stage, the red face has broken through the ten-thousand barrier, and the green dragon knife has split two thousand silver armors. With each increment in the number, new smoke signals rise in the group, more raucous than the onlookers at a beheading in the Qing Dynasty.
I sit alone in front of the computer typing words, watching the numbers rise and fall like tides. Drawing some talisman-like curves in the void could drive thousands mad. This madness is tinged with a sinister joy, akin to the phosphorescence of wild grave mounds, where every flicker reveals scenes of devouring.
Some shout to pawn their ancestral homes, while others cry out to mortgage their wives and children. The red and green numbers in their eyes clearly resemble the ledger of life and death in the underworld. But who remembers how many people hung themselves on the nooses of soaring highs and crashing lows this time last year? The grass on the gravehead must be three feet tall by now.
I rise to turn on the light, casting a huge shadow on the wall—sometimes the shadow resembles a greedy Pi Xiu, and sometimes it looks like a frightened monkey. The numbers continue to surge, but the lamp oil will eventually run out. When dawn breaks in the east, I wonder where this screen full of revelry will turn into the wails of desolate graves.
It is already three-quarters past midnight, suddenly, my long-dormant phone 📱 vibrates, and countless messages emerge in the dim light, as if schools of fish have awakened from a deep pool. Is $BTC breaking 100,000 again?!!!
"It has risen again! It has risen again!" Countless exclamation marks bounce on the glass screen, resembling the paper scraps scattered by firecrackers during the New Year. Those things called "big cakes" and "Ether" now seem more formidable than Guan Yu on the stage, the red face has broken through the ten-thousand barrier, and the green dragon knife has split two thousand silver armors. With each increment in the number, new smoke signals rise in the group, more raucous than the onlookers at a beheading in the Qing Dynasty.
I sit alone in front of the computer typing words, watching the numbers rise and fall like tides. Drawing some talisman-like curves in the void could drive thousands mad. This madness is tinged with a sinister joy, akin to the phosphorescence of wild grave mounds, where every flicker reveals scenes of devouring.
Some shout to pawn their ancestral homes, while others cry out to mortgage their wives and children. The red and green numbers in their eyes clearly resemble the ledger of life and death in the underworld. But who remembers how many people hung themselves on the nooses of soaring highs and crashing lows this time last year? The grass on the gravehead must be three feet tall by now.
I rise to turn on the light, casting a huge shadow on the wall—sometimes the shadow resembles a greedy Pi Xiu, and sometimes it looks like a frightened monkey. The numbers continue to surge, but the lamp oil will eventually run out. When dawn breaks in the east, I wonder where this screen full of revelry will turn into the wails of desolate graves.
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EOS can finally shine in the daylight! The new token $EOS exchanges for 🉐$A, and the EOS breakthrough high-pressure explosive surge mode is activated!
$EOS How do I swap?
If your tokens are held by a centralized exchange, please verify with your exchange to confirm if they are handling the swap for you. The official Vaulta Swap Portal is the easiest and safest way to swap manually. Just connect your wallet and follow the guided process to exchange $EOS for $A.
Advanced users can also perform direct on-chain swaps by sending $EOS to the core.vaulta account. You will receive an equivalent amount of $A in return.
Do I need to swap immediately?
There is no necessary deadline, but we recommend swapping early to ensure full access to Vaulta's features in wallets, applications, and exchanges.
If your tokens are held by a centralized exchange, please verify with your exchange to confirm if they are handling the swap for you. The official Vaulta Swap Portal is the easiest and safest way to swap manually. Just connect your wallet and follow the guided process to exchange $EOS for $A.
Advanced users can also perform direct on-chain swaps by sending $EOS to the core.vaulta account. You will receive an equivalent amount of $A in return.
Do I need to swap immediately?
There is no necessary deadline, but we recommend swapping early to ensure full access to Vaulta's features in wallets, applications, and exchanges.
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What possibilities do you fantasize about with such a coin? 91u started selling, and even at 75 it hasn't been sold yet. The liquidity of Ethereum is extremely poor, and there are backdoor issuance issues. The last Ethereum chain was the same, and this time is no different. Forget it, don't expect too much from something given for free, it's better to secure your gains, still thanks to Binance! $obol #OBOL空投
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Trump's son issues 100 billion coins! This wave of retail investors is being cut down harder than a tornado, KOLs collectively lash out: Do they think we are ATM machines?
Folks, the Trump family's harvesting machine is at it again.
The Trump family has once again swung the scythe at the cryptocurrency market, and this time their approach is nothing short of epic shamelessness! Eric Trump, under the ridiculous title of "Web3 Ambassador," along with his father Trump, has forcefully packaged the World Liberty Financial (WLFI) token as a "financial revolution for freedom," but in reality, it’s just a slaughterhouse for retail investors involving the whole family — 80% of the total supply of 100 billion tokens is pocketed by Trump-affiliated entities, while the remaining 20% is thrown into the market to facilitate the classic three-piece set of pumping and dumping, with even the white paper too lazy to cover up, directly crowning Trump as the "Chief Crypto Advocate," just short of hanging a banner on the White House website saying "Welcome to be our ATM!" $TRUMP #trump
From the moment it launched and crashed: The so-called public sale claiming to raise $300 million only tricked $10.3 million, not even enough to cover the loose change, the website server collapsed the moment it opened, the liquidity pool was as thin as a piece of tissue paper, and the price volatility was comparable to a roller coaster — this is not financial innovation, it's an open robbery of the cryptocurrency market by the Trump family!
KOLs in the crypto community have finally ripped off the facade and angrily scolded, "Do they think we are ATM machines?" But no matter how loud the scolding gets, it can't cover the sound of the Trump family's calculations: on one hand, they are using the 100 billion token Ponzi scheme to raise money, while on the other, they shout political slogans like "Let Bitcoin be the strategic reserve of the United States," trying to drape the dollar hegemony in blockchain clothing and harvest another round of global retail investors. Ironically, the former White House ethics advisor angrily condemned them for "undermining national security," but does the Trump family care? They are too busy turning the presidential campaign into a token issuance roadshow, welding voters' wallets and speculation frenzy onto a pirate ship!
Now, due to Trump Coin, countless altcoins have plummeted, and the SEC's regulatory hammer hangs in suspense — but all of this has long been scripted in the Trump family's harvesting playbook, this crypto farce interwoven with power, greed, and lies has completely torn aside the shameful veil of celebrity coin issuance: the so-called "decentralized finance" is merely centralized scythes changing their posture to harvest retail investors!
Folks, the Trump family's harvesting machine is at it again.
The Trump family has once again swung the scythe at the cryptocurrency market, and this time their approach is nothing short of epic shamelessness! Eric Trump, under the ridiculous title of "Web3 Ambassador," along with his father Trump, has forcefully packaged the World Liberty Financial (WLFI) token as a "financial revolution for freedom," but in reality, it’s just a slaughterhouse for retail investors involving the whole family — 80% of the total supply of 100 billion tokens is pocketed by Trump-affiliated entities, while the remaining 20% is thrown into the market to facilitate the classic three-piece set of pumping and dumping, with even the white paper too lazy to cover up, directly crowning Trump as the "Chief Crypto Advocate," just short of hanging a banner on the White House website saying "Welcome to be our ATM!" $TRUMP #trump
From the moment it launched and crashed: The so-called public sale claiming to raise $300 million only tricked $10.3 million, not even enough to cover the loose change, the website server collapsed the moment it opened, the liquidity pool was as thin as a piece of tissue paper, and the price volatility was comparable to a roller coaster — this is not financial innovation, it's an open robbery of the cryptocurrency market by the Trump family!
KOLs in the crypto community have finally ripped off the facade and angrily scolded, "Do they think we are ATM machines?" But no matter how loud the scolding gets, it can't cover the sound of the Trump family's calculations: on one hand, they are using the 100 billion token Ponzi scheme to raise money, while on the other, they shout political slogans like "Let Bitcoin be the strategic reserve of the United States," trying to drape the dollar hegemony in blockchain clothing and harvest another round of global retail investors. Ironically, the former White House ethics advisor angrily condemned them for "undermining national security," but does the Trump family care? They are too busy turning the presidential campaign into a token issuance roadshow, welding voters' wallets and speculation frenzy onto a pirate ship!
Now, due to Trump Coin, countless altcoins have plummeted, and the SEC's regulatory hammer hangs in suspense — but all of this has long been scripted in the Trump family's harvesting playbook, this crypto farce interwoven with power, greed, and lies has completely torn aside the shameful veil of celebrity coin issuance: the so-called "decentralized finance" is merely centralized scythes changing their posture to harvest retail investors!
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🈲 "Crypto Siege: The Deadly Game Behind the White House Dinner" The Battle Royale Behind the Trump TRUMP Token 🈲 (😈 TRUMP 2.0 Starting) This story is written by deepseek and is purely fictional
Type: Thriller/Cyberpunk/Black Humor
### Act One: Invitation and Revelry
Time: May 22, 2025, Washington D.C., Trump Golf Club
- Background: The Trump team announced a "Presidential Dinner" for the first 220 holders of the $TRUMP token, with the top 25 gaining access to a VIP reception at the White House. The event claims to explore "the future of cryptocurrency" and will distribute limited edition NFT rewards.
- Entrance: 225 token holders enter, including whales, speculators, and insider traders. An HTX cold wallet holder (linked to Sun Yuchen) carries $14.6 million worth of TRUMP tokens, becoming the center of attention.
### Act One: Invitation and Revelry
Time: May 22, 2025, Washington D.C., Trump Golf Club
- Background: The Trump team announced a "Presidential Dinner" for the first 220 holders of the $TRUMP token, with the top 25 gaining access to a VIP reception at the White House. The event claims to explore "the future of cryptocurrency" and will distribute limited edition NFT rewards.
- Entrance: 225 token holders enter, including whales, speculators, and insider traders. An HTX cold wallet holder (linked to Sun Yuchen) carries $14.6 million worth of TRUMP tokens, becoming the center of attention.
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Why are so many people accumulating points in the rewards center? Please note that the points in the rewards center are not Alpha points!
Please note that the 11 points in the rewards center are not Alpha points, don't be misled.
Please note that the 11 points in the rewards center are not Alpha points, don't be misled.
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This period has stabilized, Alpha 90 points.
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Alpha2'.0 airdrop issues can be checked by yourself. You no longer have to guess whether you are eligible. Click the headphone 🎧 logo in the upper right corner of the homepage, wait for a while to enter, and there is an activity bar at the top, where you can check the corresponding airdrop qualifications.
If you like it, follow Mr. Lao Du.
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#MindNetwork全同态加密FHE重塑AI未来
看了广场上写的，大多都太学术性了，很多人看不懂，我言简意赅，接地气表达一下！
全同态加密（FHE）这玩意儿，简单说就是“数据戴着加密头盔也能干活”——比如医院A和医院B想合作研究病历，但谁都不想泄露自家患者的隐私，用FHE的话，数据全程加密还能一起算，最后只出结果不露底牌，完美解决“既要合作又要防偷看”的难题。
现在这个叫MindNetwork的项目，把FHE和AI绑一块儿玩出了新花样。他们搞了个“加密版AI身份证”，让AI干活时自带隐私保护，比如金融交易里的AI决策，策略全程加密，连服务器都看不到你的底牌，彻底杜绝后台偷偷改规则。更绝的是，他们还和开源大模型DeepSeek合作，用FHE Rust SDK给AI训练加了个“防盗锁”，连训练数据都能加密处理，直接让AI模型变得更可信。
落地场景也贼实在：比如DAO投票，大户不用暴露地址和票数，系统自动加密算结果，巨鲸再也不用担心被盯上；游戏里平台看不到你的卡牌却能公平结算，再也不怕黑箱操作；甚至政府查黑钱，不用看合法交易的隐私，直接精准狙击问题资产。
不过FHE也不是没短板，现在算力成本高得离谱，复杂运算能拖慢100万倍，但别慌！MindNetwork拉上了硬件加速团队，还搞了“远程质押”降低参与门槛，测试网都吸引65万用户狂刷320万笔交易，未来摊薄成本不是梦。V神都说这技术能成下一代互联网的基石，想象一下，未来你的数据就像穿了隐形斗篷，既能用又不怕偷——这波AI+加密的革命，MindNetwork绝对是扛大旗的！
看了广场上写的，大多都太学术性了，很多人看不懂，我言简意赅，接地气表达一下！
全同态加密（FHE）这玩意儿，简单说就是“数据戴着加密头盔也能干活”——比如医院A和医院B想合作研究病历，但谁都不想泄露自家患者的隐私，用FHE的话，数据全程加密还能一起算，最后只出结果不露底牌，完美解决“既要合作又要防偷看”的难题。
现在这个叫MindNetwork的项目，把FHE和AI绑一块儿玩出了新花样。他们搞了个“加密版AI身份证”，让AI干活时自带隐私保护，比如金融交易里的AI决策，策略全程加密，连服务器都看不到你的底牌，彻底杜绝后台偷偷改规则。更绝的是，他们还和开源大模型DeepSeek合作，用FHE Rust SDK给AI训练加了个“防盗锁”，连训练数据都能加密处理，直接让AI模型变得更可信。
落地场景也贼实在：比如DAO投票，大户不用暴露地址和票数，系统自动加密算结果，巨鲸再也不用担心被盯上；游戏里平台看不到你的卡牌却能公平结算，再也不怕黑箱操作；甚至政府查黑钱，不用看合法交易的隐私，直接精准狙击问题资产。
不过FHE也不是没短板，现在算力成本高得离谱，复杂运算能拖慢100万倍，但别慌！MindNetwork拉上了硬件加速团队，还搞了“远程质押”降低参与门槛，测试网都吸引65万用户狂刷320万笔交易，未来摊薄成本不是梦。V神都说这技术能成下一代互联网的基石，想象一下，未来你的数据就像穿了隐形斗篷，既能用又不怕偷——这波AI+加密的革命，MindNetwork绝对是扛大旗的！
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Trump is indeed the master of great powers, pointing to the moon with his left hand, pulling the strings with his right, surrounded by you, me, and him, making a splash in the river, what a paper curtain.
The ink on this paper is not yet dry, it looks like a curtain on the stage, brightly decorated with gold powder, but underneath are nothing but worm-eaten holes. Some people wave flags and shout "cut interest rates," saying that energy prices have dropped, and egg prices have also fallen, as if the price tags on the streets are painted with makeup, bowing obediently. But under the vendor's oil lamp, copper coins clink, and the rice bags exchanged are getting lighter— the word "cut" in the ledger is originally written with the sweat of the poor.
Europe's sugar water has been poured seven times, the horse licked its tongue, but its hooves are stuck in the mud and cannot be pulled out. That "Mr. Too Late" holds an abacus, pouring silver ingots into a purse; with the clicking of the beads, nothing but crumbs leaks out. When asked what the tax silver is for? The schools, railways, and warships from a hundred years ago seem like bricks and tiles fallen from the sky, yet people today have to pinch their noses and reach into their pockets. The mouse in the treasury giggles: the hole gets bigger and bigger, and the chaff in the rice jar has become a tribute!
If cutting interest rates could really fill hungry stomachs, why wait for chickens to fly and eggs to break before reciting scriptures? It’s just a puppet pulling strings, the thread tied to gold ingots and ballots. After the people on stage finish singing "no inflation," the audience has long seen through the scars beneath that makeup—who is not just dozing off? Those who pretended to be confused with their eyes wide open are the real stars.
The ink on this paper is not yet dry, it looks like a curtain on the stage, brightly decorated with gold powder, but underneath are nothing but worm-eaten holes. Some people wave flags and shout "cut interest rates," saying that energy prices have dropped, and egg prices have also fallen, as if the price tags on the streets are painted with makeup, bowing obediently. But under the vendor's oil lamp, copper coins clink, and the rice bags exchanged are getting lighter— the word "cut" in the ledger is originally written with the sweat of the poor.
Europe's sugar water has been poured seven times, the horse licked its tongue, but its hooves are stuck in the mud and cannot be pulled out. That "Mr. Too Late" holds an abacus, pouring silver ingots into a purse; with the clicking of the beads, nothing but crumbs leaks out. When asked what the tax silver is for? The schools, railways, and warships from a hundred years ago seem like bricks and tiles fallen from the sky, yet people today have to pinch their noses and reach into their pockets. The mouse in the treasury giggles: the hole gets bigger and bigger, and the chaff in the rice jar has become a tribute!
If cutting interest rates could really fill hungry stomachs, why wait for chickens to fly and eggs to break before reciting scriptures? It’s just a puppet pulling strings, the thread tied to gold ingots and ballots. After the people on stage finish singing "no inflation," the audience has long seen through the scars beneath that makeup—who is not just dozing off? Those who pretended to be confused with their eyes wide open are the real stars.
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