Always talking about some macro knowledge, this time let me talk about myself. I was a student from Henan who entered university in 2020.

What I want to express here is: my understanding was terribly low back then. I didn't even have my own phone until I was 20. In other words, my Web3 life basically started at 20—before that, I knew almost nothing about this world.

With this state of "knowing nothing," I walked into the university campus. I also randomly chose my major, listening to the teacher say, "Computers can easily earn over 10,000 a month in the future," which was indeed true in 2020, so I muddled my way into computer science.

My life in the first half of freshman year, to put it simply, was just muddled.

Like everyone else: hanging out in internet cafes, skipping classes, playing games, university life was quite enjoyable. Logically, I should have continued to muddle through like this, find a job in an internet company after graduation, start losing hair, coding, and working hard, embarking on a "seemingly decent but actually tough" life as a programmer.

But fate just loves to joke.

You never know when a person will appear and casually twist your life trajectory.

My university roommate, let’s just call him Little T.

Little T is a wealthy second-generation rich kid. Every time I passed by his wardrobe, I could see it stacked with various brand-name clothes. When we played games like CSGO, I was reluctant to buy skins; he? He spent money like water, opening boxes 100 at a time.

I stood in the back and felt thrilled watching, and when we drew good things, we all screamed together—haha, that was truly a happy time.

One night, before going to bed, I was lying in bed when Little T suddenly called me:

"NFTs are being speculated in the country."

I was taken aback: "What is NFT?"

He picked up his phone to show me. My first reaction was:

"Isn't this just a picture? What use is it?"

He smiled and said this thing is now 300 yuan, and tonight it could reach 3000.

I didn't believe it on the spot: "Really? Don't joke with me."

As a result, when I was half asleep at night, he directly shoved the phone in my face.

The number on the screen—3000.

I was instantly dumbfounded.

That was my living expenses for two months.

At that moment, there was only one thought in my mind:

If I threw my 1500 living expenses for this month into it, wouldn't I be making 15,000 after a good night's sleep?

Wow.

I was deeply moved.

I told him:

"Brother T, let me know next time there’s such a good opportunity, I really want to improve!"