After ten years in the crypto space, I gradually became silent and learned to treat my blacklist as a collection.

In the winter of 2014, I sent my cousin a PDF with red letters saying:

If ETH drops below 120, buy with closed eyes.

He turned around and put all his money into Dogecoin just because it was "cheap."

Three months later, Dogecoin went to zero, and he screamed at home crying:

"Sister didn't stop me."

At the New Year's dinner, I became the target of everyone, and no one even passed me chopsticks.

In April 2021, a former colleague asked me while on maternity leave:

"Can you recommend a stable 20% opportunity?"

I sent her a gray trust discount research, a full eight thousand words.