#数字货币市场回升 shook three times in the early morning push.

Upon opening it, it's that ID again. "Is there still hope?" You can hear the sobbing tone in the voice.

This is already the seventh time, three months.

I sent a screenshot over—his liquidation points were densely packed near key price levels. "What did you see?" After five minutes he replied: "Am I being targeted?" "It's not targeting, it's that you're too easy to predict." Those big funds love these types of traders; their stop-loss levels are written all over their faces.

I have seen all his previous actions: following short video calls and going all in, jumping in to take over after seeing others' screenshots of profits. Later, I set strict rules for him—he must withdraw from all trading groups, and can open a maximum of two trades a day, regardless of whether he makes a profit or a loss.

The first time I saw him testing the waters with 30U, he clearly felt very constrained. "What's the point of such a small position?" But after making 15U that time, he said he hadn't slept this soundly in six months.

The turning point was the day the ETH spot ETF was approved.

The whole network is celebrating. I sent a message: "The money is still on the way, what's the rush?" Unexpectedly, this guy got the idea—he shorted at the 3680 position. That night, a bunch of people got wrecked at the peak, and he made a 30% profit and called it a day. When he called back, his voice was different: "I feel like I've found some insight."

The real test is in September.

During the time when Bitcoin dropped 10% in a single day, I messaged him a few hours in advance: "Get ready to buy around 3900." Later he said he was shaking a lot at that time and hesitated for a long time before placing the order. When it rebounded in the early morning, he sent me a firework emoticon.

"How do you determine that?" he asked.

I sent a message about the farmer's market location: "I went to buy groceries in the morning, and the owner said that due to the typhoon, seafood prices have gone up and there's no stock. Those big players are all having tea and meals, who would dump their stocks at this time?"

One year later, Winter Solstice.

He invited me to dinner at an old tea house. Looking at the stable growth curve of his account, I knew he understood - anyone can read technical indicators, but in this market full of stories of sudden wealth, holding onto basic common sense is the hardest thing to do. "If the vegetable heart costs three dollars and is too expensive, I won't buy it," it's that simple.

A few young people at the next table are talking about a hundred times leverage, and their voices are very loud.

I took a sip of tea and said nothing. He smiled and looked out at the sycamore tree. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, shimmering on the table.

This guy has come back to life.