When you start borrowing money to invest, the game is already over—you are not investing; you are holding a slow funeral for yourself.
In the crypto world, there is no faith, only cycles and narratives—every pledge of 'holding forever' is as fragile as a cicada's wing in the face of zero.
Leave some money for those who love you—their trust is more irreplaceable than any cryptocurrency.
In the spring of 2019, that key came so unexpectedly—at the end of an article analyzing blockchain technology on a public account, there was a link to an exchange that offered 20 USDT upon registration. I clicked in and exchanged 3000 yuan, which earned me a ticket to a new world...
Three months later, I succeeded in turning 3,000 yuan into 8,000 yuan because I invested in something called 'platform coin.' I quit my job and devoted myself entirely to the circle, studying white papers, technical routes, analyzing various international forms and policies. In a private community with a membership fee of 20,000, I exchanged wealth codes with other 'big shots' that were not known to others. We held offline gatherings in a seaside villa in Sanya, clinking glasses and discussing the next hundred-fold project and how to achieve class leap.
The collapse of LUNA was the first thunderclap I heard. Overnight, 3 million UST became worthless, along with the 80,000 yuan I invested. But what was more terrifying was that after the collapse, I fell into a strange excitement—I thought I had witnessed history, and history would compensate me.
The bear market is the best time to lay out a plan. I wrote this sentence in my diary and then sold the down payment for the wedding house prepared by my parents—300,000 yuan, all exchanged for ETH and several 'blue-chip projects that would definitely not go to zero' at that time.
My father was silent on the other end of the phone for a long time, and finally said, 'Are you sure?'
I said: 'Dad, you don't understand.'
The rebound at the beginning of 2023 was like a shot of adrenaline. My assets quickly rose from the bottom of 400,000 to 900,000. The me who was on the brink of death in the bear market of 2022 disappeared, replaced by a more arrogant gambler.
I started to engage in contract trading, gradually increasing from 5x leverage to 20x. On my best day, I made 230,000 on BTC. The green numbers bouncing on my phone screen were more addictive than any drug. I started borrowing money—first borrowing 200,000 from friends, then took out a credit loan in my wife's name, and finally went to those terrifyingly high-interest online lending platforms.
At the peak, I had 2.1 million in my account. I showed my wife the screenshot, but she didn't smile: 'Can this money be withdrawn?'
I was stunned, then angry: 'You are always such a buzzkill!'
Of course, the crypto world will always severely injure anyone who thinks too highly of themselves, and in another all-in attempt, those who are liquidated will end up with nothing!!!
Later, by chance, a friend introduced me to a quantitative assistant. Initially, with a last-ditch effort mentality, I invested the remaining few hundred oil into it, and now a year has passed. Although the returns are not much, overall it is still profitable! After all, it's a robot, and I can also devote most of my time and energy to my work and life...
#量化交易BTC
