#Web3 # Three-Body #Ye Wenjiu

The Three-Body Problem: The Leek Era

📁 File Number: BT-1379

📍 Coordinates: Hongan Base (a rental house in Chaoyang District, Beijing, room temperature 16 degrees, heart cooling degree -273.15 degrees)

👤 Recipient: Ye Wenjiu (N-th Generation Zeroist)

It was 3:45 in the morning, and the city outside was still asleep, but Ye Wenjiu's monitor continued to emit a faint red light.

As a seasoned observer, Ye Wenjiu's eyes are bloodshot, and his fingers hover over the left mouse button—where the "100x Long" launch button corresponds.

Just as he was about to execute the final dark forest strike with a "market buy," a strange collapse suddenly occurred on the K-line on the screen.

A line of blood-red waveforms penetrated the noise, a high-priority warning from the future:

🛑 Do not catch the bottom! Do not catch the bottom! Do not catch the bottom!

I am the surviving ghost in this dark forest.

I warn you: your USDT is still young, and your credit loan limit is still ample.

If you turn off the computer now, disconnect the network cable, and uninstall that yellow and black app, there is still hope to protect your assets.

You can still have weekends, still get sleep, and still afford that bowl of Longjiang pork trotter rice with an egg.

But if you reply: your coordinates will be locked by the doghouse, and your liquidation price will become the lighthouse of the universe! The gravitational waves here are too strong, any rebound will be swallowed. Don't try to catch a knife in the waterfall; that is bait thrown by the Grim Reaper! Warning again: do not catch the bottom!

Ye Wenjiu looked at these words, and his trembling hand suddenly stopped.

He lit a cigarette and watched the super bearish candlestick that had broken through the lower Bollinger Band on the screen, a cold smile of someone who had seen through the truths of the universe appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"Hmph, another FUD from Wall Street." He muttered to himself, "Trying to trick me into giving up my bloody chips? Wanting me to get off the ride and then pump it themselves?"

In Ye Wenjiu's eyes, there is no physics, only **"technical corrections"; there is no dark forest, only "when others panic, I am greedy"**.

"Leeks... have never really been defeated!"

Ye Wenjiu roared, using all his strength to press the mouse. [Full Warehouse, Isolated Warehouse 125x Long] — Launch! 🚀

...

Silence. Dead silence. Only the host fan is spinning wildly, as if calculating the end of the universe.

3 seconds later.

📱[System Notification] Hello, your margin rate has fallen below the maintenance margin level. The liquidation engine has taken over your position.

Transaction price: the lowest spike from 2 seconds ago.

At that moment, Ye Wenjiu seemed to see the countdown to zero displayed on the retina by the Zhizi; in this crazy market, the main (big player) doesn't care.

The main concern is the handling fee.

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The market is not doing well, let's get creative and have some fun everyone 😗.