#ETH “Three days, 400,000 gone.” This isn’t a joke; it’s the harsh reality I personally experienced in a rental room in the urban villages of Shanghai in 2018.

Back then, the room was stiflingly hot, the fan whirring loudly, but I couldn’t care less about the heat.
The red and green candlestick charts jumping on the screen kept me glued to my chair, my fingertips trembling.
#BTC Three days ago, I was still at the peak.
Account unrealized gains of 430,000, with the balance numbers climbing row by row.
I stared at the screen in a daze, already rehearsing the future in my mind—
Resign, buy a new house, freedom—everything seemed to be beckoning me.
At that moment, I truly thought I was standing on the “turnaround line.”
Even my breathing felt confident. But the market never cares about your fantasies.
In the early hours of the third day, Bitcoin suddenly plummeted.
A series of bearish candles dropped one after another,
Unrealized gains were like a tablecloth being abruptly flipped over, instantly wiped out.
I hadn’t even reacted when the principal was cut in half.
By the time I regained my senses, only a string of glaring numbers remained in my account—70,000.
The room was eerily silent. The fan was still spinning, the takeout had gone cold,
but I didn’t dare to move even a little.
At that moment, it felt like something was blocking my chest,
Not heartbreak over the money, but a sudden realization:
I hadn’t grasped anything at all.
Later, I understood that the market’s sweetness never announces itself in advance;
but when it pulls back, it’s never gentle.
The “profit” you think you’ve made, as long as it’s not in your pocket,
is just an illusion on the screen.
Carp leaping over the dragon gate 👉 @Behind-the-scenes creator Lao K, better to act than to hesitate #Gate2025年度报告 #加密市场开年反弹 #我的2026第一条帖