The barbecue stalls in the urban village always reveal the most raw human conditions at three in the morning. The charcoal flames, wrapped in cumin, rise half a meter high, and as I bite into the oil-dripping kidney, a stifled gasp suddenly comes from the next table.

It is Manager Wang from the foot massage city. His usually meticulously combed hair is now hanging down over his forehead, and the phone screen is glaringly bright—full of green candlesticks like a dying snake, tightly entwining his savings accumulated over six months. "It's all gone... just this half month's salary left." His voice trembles, and his knuckles turn white from gripping the phone tightly.

I took a tissue to wipe the oil from the corner of my mouth and leaned over to grab his phone. "Don't rush, Dog House is deliberately smashing the market to accumulate funds. Look at this triangular convergence pattern, it's about to break through." My fingertips slid quickly across the screen, and the limit order price precisely landed on the support level. Manager Wang's face changed from doubt to shock as he leaned over, and ten minutes later, he confirmed the purchase with trembling hands.

On the morning two weeks later, I received a photo he sent. The black BMW steering wheel gleamed coldly, and a brand new Hong Kong-Macau travel permit was tossed on the passenger seat, with only three words as the caption: "Bro, thanks!" The warmth of the charcoal fire still lingered, some people were turning over in the smoke and fire, while others were still drifting in the ups and downs of the K-line.

These stories can never be told completely, just like K-lines are always being drawn. Some rely on market intuition to turn things around, some depend on discipline to recover losses, but no one can rely on luck for a long time. #成长值抽奖赢iPhone17和周边 #GateLayer正式上线 #BTC走势分析