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《2026: The 'Elegant' Collapse of Elite Women Executives in Web3》
My name is Vivian, a partner at a top Web3 venture capital firm. In an era where everyone is betting on meme coins, I still insist on searching for the "narrative that changes production relations." But this morning, I almost spilled my oat latte on my Chanel suit:
* The Waterloo of RWA (Real World Assets):
Last year, we invested in a project called "Greenland Real Estate on the Blockchain," claiming to allow retail investors to own glaciers without leaving their homes. However, last night I received a letter from a lawyer stating that due to global warming accelerating beyond expectations, the piece of land we tokenized... has melted.
Now investors are demanding I fulfill "liquidity support" and refund that vanished glacier. I stared at the smart contract on the screen, lost in thought: the code indeed states "immutable," but it does not say "non-degradable."
* About the 'Mysticism' of $100,000:
BTC has been hovering around $99,900 for a week. My friend who doesn't trade coins texted me, "Vivian, I saw in the news that that electronic coin is almost $100,000, should I sell my Hermes and convert it to that?"
I looked at the series of selling pressures on the screen and replied, "Dear, $100,000 is not only a resistance level but also a balance point of human greed and fear. You might as well keep the bag; at least if the bag drops in value, it can still hold things, but if the coin drops, it can only hold melancholy."
Conclusion:
Late at night, after attending a closed-door meeting full of male big shots, everyone was solemnly discussing "global computing power hegemony."
I pushed the door open, walked out, touched up my lipstick in front of the mirror, and posted on my social media:
"Web3 doesn't need heroes; what it needs are skincare products that can last until 2027. After all, the market may change, but the laugh lines won't."
My name is Vivian, a partner at a top Web3 venture capital firm. In an era where everyone is betting on meme coins, I still insist on searching for the "narrative that changes production relations." But this morning, I almost spilled my oat latte on my Chanel suit:
* The Waterloo of RWA (Real World Assets):
Last year, we invested in a project called "Greenland Real Estate on the Blockchain," claiming to allow retail investors to own glaciers without leaving their homes. However, last night I received a letter from a lawyer stating that due to global warming accelerating beyond expectations, the piece of land we tokenized... has melted.
Now investors are demanding I fulfill "liquidity support" and refund that vanished glacier. I stared at the smart contract on the screen, lost in thought: the code indeed states "immutable," but it does not say "non-degradable."
* About the 'Mysticism' of $100,000:
BTC has been hovering around $99,900 for a week. My friend who doesn't trade coins texted me, "Vivian, I saw in the news that that electronic coin is almost $100,000, should I sell my Hermes and convert it to that?"
I looked at the series of selling pressures on the screen and replied, "Dear, $100,000 is not only a resistance level but also a balance point of human greed and fear. You might as well keep the bag; at least if the bag drops in value, it can still hold things, but if the coin drops, it can only hold melancholy."
Conclusion:
Late at night, after attending a closed-door meeting full of male big shots, everyone was solemnly discussing "global computing power hegemony."
I pushed the door open, walked out, touched up my lipstick in front of the mirror, and posted on my social media:
"Web3 doesn't need heroes; what it needs are skincare products that can last until 2027. After all, the market may change, but the laugh lines won't."
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