In 2017, the company went bankrupt. That day I didn't say anything, clutching the remaining 70,000 in my card, I went downstairs alone and entered the internet cafe at the entrance of the community.
The smell of smoke, the sound of keyboards, and the people staying up all night, I sat in the corner for a week.
Not for work, not to escape, but to stare blankly at the K-line.
During that week, I hardly slept.
Bullish or bearish, watching the news, reading stories,
My mind kept tugging back and forth——
Continue to survive, or take a gamble?
Taking a step back is a definite downhill path;
Going forward is completely unknown.
On the last day at dawn, I closed all the pages,
Leaving only one target.
No plan, no calculations,
Not even the courage to look one more time.
I closed my eyes,
Exchanging all 70,000 for 31 Ether.
At that moment, I was very clear in my heart,
This is not a rational decision,
It's a fight with my back against the wall.
If I lose, I will accept my fate;
If I win, then I have the right to talk about the future.
What happened later,
Everyone knows.
The market in 2017 was like being ignited.
The price surged all the way up,
The numbers in the account began to feel unreal.
I didn't dare to open it frequently,
But couldn't help but take a look every day.
In one year,
That pile of "invisible and untouchable code",
Pushed the account to 2.1 million.
